Verbos de Deseo

This morning, as I was reviewing all the learning objectives we've covered over the past 10 weeks in language school, I came across a powerful memory from a few weeks ago when Marta wrote the day’s objective at the top of the whiteboard and then sat down across from me. 

Objecto:  Expresar deseos que tenía

Express wishes or desires that you've had

I sat there staring at the whiteboard with hopes and dreams swirling around in my heart and mind, while Marta made a list of verbs. When she finished, the two of us got busy turning that list of verbs into conversation. I’m pretty sure I cried when I realized I could actually carry on a conversation in Spanish about these hopes and dreams that God has given us. 

Desear (to wish)… Esperar (to hope)...Querer (to want)

Deseamos...We wish that every child could experience the love, care, and protection of a safe and nurturing family.  No child should have to endure the pain and suffering that accompanies abuse, neglect, trauma, or abandonment.  No child should grow up without a family. As foster and adoptive parents, we’ve witnessed time and time again what happens to children when they’re abused, neglected, traumatized, and abandoned. We’ve seen the effects of institutionalization and how even the best of orphanages cannot replace the families they lost. We've also seen how being a part of a family can transform the lives of children from hard places. Children belong in families. 

While we mourn with our children the loss of their first families, the lives they had before us, the things that happened that couldn’t be fixed, and all that left them vulnerable and alone, we also celebrate with them the beauty of adoption and the new hope that we all have together as a family. Esperamos...We hope for healing and bright futures for the children in our home and the children we have the opportunity to serve in Honduras. The Lord has given us cause to hope.  He’s equipped us, provided us with others who encourage us, and surrounded us with those who edify and strengthen us in our work. 

The Spanish Institute of Honduras, Tuesday night Bible study and fellowship

Queremos...We want to make a difference in the lives of children who have been deprived of the love, care, and protection that they need and deserve. This is why we are working alongside Legacy of Hope Foundation to provide holistic solutions to orphan care in Honduras.  Their vision (Defending Children, Preserving Families, Restoring Hope) aligns with the vision that God gave our family as we prayed and dreamed about ministry in Honduras:  A safe and loving family for every child.  

The Legacy of Hope Foundation Family

I've posted a copy of our new prayer card below.  If you don't mind, please print it out and stick it up on your fridge. Agradecemos...We thank the many who have prayed for us, encouraged us, and given financially to our work in Honduras. Not a day goes by that we do not recognize how God supplies our every need through those who are moved to come alongside us and make it possible for us to be here. Because of the generosity of many, we are able to live here and be a part of the work being done to transform the lives of orphaned, abandoned, and vulnerable children and their families, giving them the best chance of a bright future.  

Thank you for following along, praying for us, encouraging us, and making it possible for us to be here through your generous financial support.

I love Him more than water

"O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water" (Psalm 63:1).

Do y’all remember the snowpacolypse in Georgia two years ago?  I’m sure you must.  It seems like all of America was laughing about Atlanta that year, well, except for the people stuck on the highway in Atlanta.  It was so cold that one of the pipes running between buildings on our property froze, and we didn’t have water for a week.  We ended up spilling $800 dollars worth of water before the water company showed up and cut off our water.  They said that it couldn’t be reconnected until we found the problem, fixed the problem, and paid the bill.  We were shocked.  We didn’t even know there was a problem, and they couldn’t offer us any advice about how to find it, how to fix it, or how to finance it.

As we looked at the plumbing inside the house, between the house and the barn, and between the barn and the pasture, we became frustrated because we just couldn’t find the problem.  We stopped looking and started praying.  We asked friends and coworkers to pray, too.  We hauled water from the pond to flush the toilets and bought water at the Piggy Wiggly for cooking and drinking.  We loaded up the children on a trailer behind the ATV and drove next door to shower and bathe them.  Somehow, we survived.  We didn’t despair, but I’ll be honest and say that I did cry.  I cried because taking care of 12 children isn’t easy anyway, and the extra work made me tired and cranky.  I also cried because taking care of 12 children is expensive, and we didn’t have an extra $800 lying around. I cried because I just didn’t want to deal with the hassle. 

Finally we found the problem.  Pipes had burst underneath a trailer on our property, a trailer we didn’t even realize was supplied with water.  We fixed the break.  (Really, Dean fixed the break while I watched.) We paid the bill, and we added “survived almost a week without water” to our list of hard things we’ve done.  We experienced God’s amazing grace in many ways that week, and we saw His mercy up close and personal.  We found out a few things about ourselves, too.  For example, we can endure more than we thought we could.  We can also consume much less water than we’re used to consuming. We found out that week that tears do not mean that we despair and hauling water isn’t really all that hard or that much of a hassle.  We discovered that serving one another and serving others is worth the hassle that sometimes comes with less than ideal circumstances.

From our vantage point right now, we can see that God used that week to prepare us for the life we now live here in Honduras. Ultimately, what we gained through that experience two years ago was worth every bit of exhaustion, all the hassle, and every dollar we had to spend.  We’ve been able to trust the Lord in our circumstances, and we’ve experienced the joy that comes from doing so. Plus, we have the skills now that we need to cope and deal with some things that have been hard.  

These last two weeks here in Honduras have certainly been easier because of the experience we had one winter in Georgia. Over the course of the past 12 days, 10 Robinsons have fallen victim to a nasty stomach virus.  At the same time, the water rationing in our city has kept us without enough water almost every single day.  We can buy clean water for cooking and drinking...

and we can even have it delivered....

but there are many days when water just doesn’t flow from the cistern through our pipes. 

Without water, sick messes cannot be cleaned up, the laundry cannot be done, people cannot be bathed, dishes cannot be washed, and Tamara sometimes cries. We’re so thankful for mercy from God in the form of friends who over the past few weeks have repeatedly offered up water from their wells, washers to run a few loads of laundry, and showers to bathe the grimy ones. The generosity in our community here is amazing.

Yesterday early in the morning we heard water coming into the pipes.  We jumped out of bed, rejoicing and praising God.  Dean and I were both able to have showers, and then the pipes dried up.  As the water stopped flowing, I ran outside, looking like a crazy person I’m sure, to go look into the cistern.  I’m not sure why I was going to look into the cistern, except maybe I had hope that there would be water there and the problem wouldn’t really be that there was no water.  As I rounded the corner from the patio, I saw this:

The night before last it rained a little and my clever kids set out every container we had so that they could collect rainwater to flush toilets.   

And I heard this:

“Look, Mom, God gave us water.  We can fill up a whole bucket with these!”

I felt such an incredible rush of peace and joy at the sight of my young ones combining all the water they collected into the largest bucket. I asked Dean how he felt about the whole situation. “I think we trust the Lord more when we don’t have any other option and we can’t really control anything anyway."  It’s so true, and what an opportunity to trust Him more these weeks have been.  We are so thankful!  The inconvenience, the extra work, and the hassle of not having water every day really are worth it to be able to be here and to serve the Lord and others with our lives.  Honduras and its people are amazing, and the vision God has given us brings us hope.  

Many have asked how the kids are doing.  They're really doing great.  They're happy and adjusting well, and they deal with no water with much more grace and peace than their momma does.  

Thank you for following along, praying for us, encouraging us, and making it possible for us to be here through your generous support.

Love,

The Robinsons

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.