What about Wyatt?

One of the things we considered when we first started talking about living in Honduras was whether or not we could meet our son Wyatt’s needs if we made the move.  Wyatt is deaf.  When he became a Robinson in 2013, he was almost 3 and had virtually no language at all.  We had a lot of support in our area when Wyatt was younger through an early intervention program in our county.  We started learning ASL right away but language development in all of us has been so slow. 

Wyatt with his language teacher (and our dear friend) Julie

Rural Georgia doesn’t offer much in the way of community and resources for school-aged children who are deaf, though, and Wyatt is 6 now.  We were at a point where we had to do something to improve Wyatt’s access to language, and fast, and up and moving to Central America wasn’t among the top strategies for serving Wyatt’s needs well.

Right in the middle of all the figuring out, we had an opportunity to travel to Honduras in May where I shared about trauma and child development at a conference in Siguatepeque.  The trip turned out to be a divine appointment that changed the trajectory of our lives, as divine appointments do.  As we were talking with our friends and hosts during our trip, they suggested that we meet their neighbors who minister to the deaf here in Honduras. We actually had the opportunity later that same day to meet Martha and hear all about the ministry she and her husband Mike began here almost 10 years ago.  They lead a deaf church, teach sign language classes, and minister to the deaf in and around Siguatepeque. I still marvel that as we were trying to figure out something complicated and outside of our knowledge base, God housed us in Honduras next door to a family who could unravel some of the complicated things and expand our knowledge base.  So awesome!

Soon after our feet were back on US soil, I reached out to my friend Becky Lloyd with Signs for Hope, who graciously answers frequent calls from me that typically begin with something like, “Becky, what should I do?”  We were feeling led to Honduras but were struggling to see how it would all work.  Becky listened and shared ideas, and when I said, “I don’t know what to do,” she did.  She posted an ad on the Signs for Hope webpage…an ad for a language instructor…an ad for a language instructor willing to step away from life in the US and move with us to Honduras so that we could continue to learn ASL as a family and Wyatt could have access to a good education.  Less than a week later, I was introduced to our new friend Ellie.

As I sit here this morning, 5 days away from welcoming Ellie to Honduras, I am overcome with gratitude and more confident of God’s leading in our lives than ever, which is blessed assurance indeed.  Ellie and I talked and prayed all through last summer, and then God told her, “yes.”  In September she met our family in Atlanta, at Ikea of all places.  We meandered through the store, stopping to sit on couches and talk while the kids played house in the model kitchens. (I’m so sorry, Ikea.  You may not know this but playing house in your model kitchens is a favorite Team Robinson past time.   There are enough model kitchens for the children to each have their own where they can host and invite each other over for tea parties and dinner gatherings.)  We finished off our day with Ellie at Chick-fil-a and we left there excited for what God had in store for us all.

Team Robinson with Ellie

During the months that followed, my sweet friend Becky talked with me often and listened to all my ramblings, as God continued to lead us to Honduras. It felt almost too good to be true when 5 days before our move to Honduras, Becky and I both ended up in Bluffton, SC at the same time.  I even had Wyatt with me on that trip.  We all had dinner together, and today the memory of our time together is a beautiful gift. God has blessed us so much through rich friendships we wouldn’t have had if Wyatt wasn’t a part of our family. 

Wyatt with Becky

Since we arrived here, God has continued to connect the dots for us as we’ve tried to figure out all the ins and outs of life in Honduras.  We’ve met so many people and made new friends.  We’ve loved and been loved well.  We’re speaking Spanish and have been so blessed by the experiences we've had through our language school.  One of the most incredible things we’ve experienced here has to do with Wyatt, though. All the confusion over what to do…all the complicated decisions that we just couldn’t figure out…Well, here in Honduras, the pieces are coming together. We reconnected with Mike and Martha and a few days later Martha was driving me to a parents’ meeting at a school 2 blocks from our house. I was introduced to the director and teachers who use sign language in the classroom, and Wyatt was invited to join the kindergarten class. He started school on Monday and LOVES it.  Well, he loved it until Wednesday when he caught a stomach virus, but he can’t wait to go back on Monday. 

We're only here in Siguatepeque for another 6 weeks, but guess what?  Just try to guess what just opened in the city where we will move in 6 weeks.  A new school for the deaf, run by friends from Mission UpReach.  Just amazing!

God continues to shape and refine us for His purpose and glory, and we couldn’t be more thankful. 

Thanks for reading along.  Your prayers, encouragement, love, and support are so appreciated!  

Love, the Robinsons

Our First Fiasco

If you have one of these...

And you have two of these...

You could end up with something like this...

And then you'll need something like this...

So that when your love gets home he can do something like this.

Tonight I'm thankful for a husband who can fix things, a quick thinking son who knew how to turn off the water, a store that sells sealant two blocks from my house, generous friends who keep PVC on hand, and the opportunity to meet one of our neighbors and then immediately ask him if we could borrow his ladder.  All in all, it was a great day in Siguatepeque.  

2 weeks In....

We’re loving all the “firsts” that the past two weeks have brought our way. We've been busy setting up house, buyings groceries and SIM cards, and setting up Honduran phone numbers.   

Our grocery store is quite the change from the Piggly Wiggly in Manchester, GA.

The grocery store even has an aisle labeled "gourmet products.  This is where they shelve the Spam!!

At first we were excited to see the real maple syrup that we buy in the States on the shelf here in Honduras.  Then we saw the $24 price tag and abandoned our high syrup standards in favor of the cheap stuff on the bottom shelf. 

After our first checkout at our little Wal-mart owned market, Dean and our friend Jaden stopped to process the whole  experience.  My receipt reminded me of home.  

Two weeks in, Dean has mastered the meat counter.  IN SPANISH, EVEN!  Here, he's ordering 15 leg quarters for dinner.

Trips out are pretty quick and easy.  We don’t have a car, so we walk nearly everywhere we need to go.  The kids love running down to the pulperia (a little corner market) to buy things for me.  When where we need to go is too far to walk, friends have given us rides, and we’ve learned all about taxis.  You can grab a taxi here in Siguat and be at the grocery store $1 and 5 minutes later.  We're pros now at walking to school and back...uphill both ways through the snow!  Just kidding!  We don't have snow, but we do have cows, herds of them right in the road!

There seem to be unattended cows everywhere.  When a cow grazes by our gate, the kids all run outside yelling, "COW!!!!" - every single time. Our neighbors think it's pretty funny. 

We are pretty excited about the fresh milk, bread, and tortillas we pick up from one of the stores close to us.  The kids loved the treat of ice cream we picked up for them there, too.

We started language school a week ago Monday. The grownups and the teens attend an intensive study program at the language school, while the younger kids work through their curriculum at home.  School is challenging, but we’re enjoying the company and instruction of our teachers.  We work one-on-one with our teachers for four-hour sessions, five days a week. Some of us go to school in the morning, while some go in the afternoon.  This way there’s always someone here with the younger ones and we can keep the cooking, cleaning, and laundry going.  The classes move quickly and afterschool we have homework and have to practice a lot.

The kiddos keep asking when we’ll take them on an adventure. We sorta feel like we’re already on one, which is hysterical to me.  Being in a new country with so many new and unusual things, it’s easy to feel like there should be an amazing adventure around every corner just waiting to be experienced.  Don't get me wrong, it is adventurous, but most of the time life here is somewhat similar to life in the States:  worship, school, homework, cooking, cleaning, playing, reading, working, studying, etc. Y’all pray I can make all these things seem adventurous to the ones among us who formed all their ideas about living in Honduras from watching REI commercials and videos!!

Ultimately, as we work through all the ins and outs of setting up life, we are mindful of the real reason we’re here.  Long ago God opened our eyes to the plight of the orphaned and at risk child.  He’s moved on our hearts with the promise that He places the lonely in families, and He’s given us the desire and power to do what pleases Him.  The time we spend here in language school is so important in our preparation to work with orphaned and at risk children and their families here in Honduras, and this will truly be an adventure. 

Thanks for reading along.  Your prayers, encouragement, love, and support are so appreciated!  Love, the Robinsons