Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Things I Remember

Here are a few things we remember prior to moving to Honduras to raise 10 children:
  1. A dishwasher
  2. Hot showers
  3. Air conditioning
  4. Clean toilet seats
  5. Afternoon naps
  6. Sleeping in
  7. Free time
  8. Doing nothing
  9. Quiet meals with my wife
  10. No traffic
  11. No guards at every store
  12. No "extra" butts to wipe
  13. Having control of the tv clicker
  14. ESPN
  15. No flys or ants
  16. Our own bathroom
  17. Quiet moments it the "library"
  18. Anything we could label as "ours"
  19. Automatic pilot light on stove
  20. NO MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, July 20, 2009

School, blood tests, bikes & more

Today Antonio & Cesar started their 'special helps' schooling...we pray this is the breakthrough we need for them to move forward.

Took Pedro back to the lab for more blood tests(skin allergy) and took Antonio to the hospital for an ECG.

This afternoon we took the three oldest and bought them a bike...we had some bikes, but none of them ever stayed together more than a day...we see about this one.

Last night was our worst night here...we lost electricity all night and the house was "mismo al horno"...like an oven! Even the kids were complaining...Joyce & I just tossed all night while praying for morning. Praise the Lord we have electricity tonight!

New discovery: The most dreaded words a man can hear while eating his cereal..."Bob, poo poo por favor"


Sunday, July 19, 2009

Emergency Room

We were getting the children ready for church when we heard screams...Pedro had fallen on the stairs and hurt his hand. Pedro is our 4 year old who has a handicapped foot which prevents him from walking properly. He had fallen coming down our stairs and in an attempt to catch himself damaged his hand severly. I suspected it was dislocated, but was afraid to pull on it lest it was broken.

The emergency room was an awful experience...poor Pedro screamed and screamed through x-rays and probing, but finally the doctor saw it was dislocated and not broken and he put it back into place. Now Pedro has a soft cast for the next 7 days. It's been a long time since I sat in an emergency room with a child in pain and fear, and it's not something I care to repeat. Pray for Pedro.
Bob

Our Wild Friend

This morning I was busily typing away at the computer when for some reason I looked down to my left and there quietly sitting and watching me was our wildlife friend, the monkey. I'm not sure if he's a pest, or our 11th child!

Blood tests

Yesterday, July 18 we took all 10 children to a lab for blood tests for worms and parasites...that means I got to hold all 10 while the nurse stuck a needle in their tiny arms! They were troopers and only a few tears were shed. Now we have to collect stool samples for each...not my cup of tea!
Bob

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Monkey vs Man

A month and a half ago if you had said I was dumber than a monkey I would have been offended, upset, possibly even angry! However, today I would simply drop my head and whimper, "I know". For six days in a row now our 'pet' monkey has broken into the house and stolen something. Despite the heat whenever we hear the children cry out "monos" we all head for the windows and doors to close them so we don't get an unwanted house guest.

However, our monkey is not easily put off! He tears open screens, pushes open sliding glass doors, and opens windows...he knows we have bananas and he's determined he's going to have some...and he usually does. This morning I was at the computer and Joyce was heading upstairs to put away some clothes...she closed the kitchen door and window and headed up. I was busily typing away when I heard the kids yell, "Bob, monos...chocolate!" That didn't make sense to me so I just kept typing, but they yelled to me again. Annoyed, I got up to see what the deal was and I saw an entire bag of ChocoCrispies spilled on the cement in front of the washing machine, and up in the yard sat 'our' monkey with a BOWL OF BANANAS! Turns out Joyce closed the kitchen window, but failed to LOCK it so our friend simply pushed the window aside and silently crept into the kitchen and fled with his spoils.

This monkey teases me...if I have nothing in my hand he allows me to get just out of arm's reach so I can't swat him. If I step closer he runs a few steps, sits down, stares at me and chatters as if to say, "what are you going to do now." If I have a pole or stick he runs to the back of the yard, If I have a stone he climbs a tree. He has defeated me and he knows it...how do you think that sets in my craw?

I am on a monkey kill mission...pray for me that I don't get arrested and receive a sentence like having to feed the monkeys daily...I feel kind of like the captain in Mutiny of the Bounty as he sat on the witness stand rolling marbles in his hand muttering, "...it's the strawberries, it's the strawberries..." only with me I mutter, " ...it's the monkey, it's the monkey."

Going Bananas,
Bob

Friday, July 17, 2009

#7 - The Widow's Mite

Our journey began in Sept. of 2008 when we had a team from Washington D.C. that wanted to view some feeding centers and orphanages. The last place they visited on the first day was the seventh different location. It had just been converted from a feeding center into an orphanage and was completely devoid of everything...no bedding, no toilet paper, no food, rags for clothes, very little supervison, no toys, and certainly no love! There were 17 children who had been abused, abandoned, molested, and who knows what else. Everyday that week the team went back to "#7" to visit the kids and God began to knit them into our hearts. On the way home Joyce, my wife, said "I have to do more." God had spoken to her heart and our journey was beginning to grow legs...we returned in Sept. and Nov. and then Joyce organized a Christmas trip where families sponsored each of the children to a backpack filled with clothes, school supplies, toys, etc. We arrived on Christmas day to find all the supplies we had previously given them were gone! We would buy truck loads of food only to see them stolen by the operators.

After our Christmas trip the Lord made it plain to Joyce and I that He expected us to help these children...already the number had dwindled from 17 to 12, we were told that their parents picked them up, but nobody really believed that! We returned in Jan. and met with the current operator of the orphanage and explained our desire to help the children...that we felt led by God to intercede on their behalf. At that time he told us, "If you get a place for them you can have them." So, we proceeded to recruit prayer partners in the states to help pave the way for these children and eventually(in April) we found a place to rent. However, the operator told us, "I've changed my mind, you can't have them." These children were being used as pawns to collect money from Spain and Germany, large amounts of money, and the children were being abused as severely as if they were still in the streets. In the interim one of the children died under mysterious circumstances!

We recruited more prayer partners and help from another orphanage operator in Honduras and began a legal fight to gain custody of the children. It was a roller coaster ride of highs and lows as it would seem we were on the verge of gaining custody only to see something go wrong, or another road block appear. Finally on June 11, 2009 Fiscaglia (Justice Dept.), IHNFA (Child Welfare), Police, Radio, TV, Newspaper personnel all invaded the orphanage to check on our allegations and found them to be more egregious than we had alleged. The conditions were so bad (rat dirt in the food) welts on the children, no toilet paper, filthy conditions, etc., that they immediately removed the children by force and gave them over to our care. So, June 11, 2009 is their liberation day, their day of freedom, essentially their Passover Day! Now we would begin to raise disciples of our Lord.

Joyce and I moved to Honduras to live with the children and raise them as our family...'our' doesn't just mean Joyce & I, it means all of you too. It takes all of us to pray, to give, to come to raise our 10 children. The final number of 10 children came about in this manner....there were 11 children left after the mysterious death of one of them. Next two more disappeared and we were told they went to a funeral and would be back on Monday...they never have been seen again. That left us with 9 children, which is the number we received on June 11...one week later we were asked to take in another child...one of the original 17 who had been removed under false allegations. He had a brother and sister with us already and we had made a connection with him on our Christmas trip and knew he had been falsely accused. Although we were already overcrowded, we made room for his renuion with his siblings and now we are 10!

PLEASE PRAY FOR: Gershon, Mauricio, Fabiola, Antonio, Rosa, Karen, Cesar, Pedro, Jesus, & Angel.