Week 1: From Monday to Sunday

On Monday, the kids started their first day of school in the first and second grades.  While I am so proud of who they are becoming, I can’t help it– I cry every year! But they are adjusting well to their new classes and it helps to know that both of their teachers are superb. Bless.

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On Tuesday, we came home to our water sistern having run dry. We only get water from the city on Thursday-Saturday but that water hasn’t come in for weeks. They say it’s a city-wide problem, yet we’re the only ones we know that are affected by it. Our drinking water comes in 5 gallon jugs- so it was cold sponge baths in a bucket that night and a sink-full of dirty dishes. And this went on for another day. Fan-tastic.

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On Wednesday, I started my first day of teaching Pre-K4 and I feel so in my element. I love how God has prepared me for this work long before I knew about Doulos! For years, I taught preschool at church on Sundays- both at RPC in Florida, and at our church here in Jarabacoa. Since then, RPC updated their preschool curriculum– meaning that the curriculum that I taught was now being unused. So it has come full-circle that I will be using the same material that I taught to the littles of RPC about Jesus to the littles of Doulos. Love how supportive our home church is. Chill bumps.

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On Thursday, I received news that my Grandpa Gene had passed away in his sleep. I felt sadness. I felt pain. But I also felt a sigh of relief for him. For our family, it has been about a 10-year-long good-bye. He developed dementia that worsened each year. In the past few years, every time I would leave him, I would cry. Telling this to a beautiful friend inside and out, she asked me, what is your favorite memory of him? I hadn’t let my mind go there– it was so long ago. But when I did, they all came flooding back, and so did the tears. Riding on the handlebars of his bicycle. And turning the crank of the old ice-cream maker in his OshKosh bibbed overalls, and what an honor it was as a kid if he asked you to take a turn at the crank. That’s what I told her, but there are so many more. Helping in the garden, and learning to play cards. He was always reading a book with a cup of coffee, and would grab any kid within arms reach for a bear hug and to rub his whiskers on your face. He loved kids and he loved his family. A few weeks ago, we had a big family get-together with Grandpa Gene complete with homemade butterscotch ice cream.  The perfect send-off.

 

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It’s been an exhausting week. But today, today is Sunday.