timeless

That eyes-can’t-stay-open, can-hardly-walk-in-a-straight-line, or-talk-and-make-sense, sueño. A tiredness that comes only with a richness of life.

A wise mentor once said, “if you aren’t wearing your day, at the end of your day, you haven’t had a good day.”  My, does that reign true here. Despite the showers, feet rinses, and heavy storms that have been passing through, I usually end my day caked with dirt. Literally head to toe. Sweat and dirt from traipsing through gorgeous family gardens and up city streets where the road is being torn up to put new sewage in. More bites than the day before, because, as they say, my blood is too sweet. No matter how tightly we shut the screen door, baby frogs and small toads are found leaping. I’m not really sure what type of bug is buzzing outside our window.

But I will sleep soundly, even before my head hits the pillow. Because the days are without time. I write this exactly a week after my take-off from PDX.

Here is a sneak peak of what the current week has looked like:

Ran errands with Yefrin, Director of Little Hands, his sister Blanca, a nurse, another volunteer nurse, Karen, Yefrin’s 7-year-old son Jack, and Johno, photographer and videographer. Filming a bit throughout the city to see some of a typical day’s chores to keep Little Hands Big Hearts running and to get whatever is necessary for the health of the children.

Returning to the foundation, I got to spend time with some of the special needs children. It’s honestly amazing to see the difference one or two days can make. A woman who I spoke with yesterday, mentioned that the teacher’s of the preschool had began teaching her daughter the vowels. This little girl had a tumor in her brain, and now most of one side of her body doesn’t move well. Her mother said she has never tried to teach her, because she didn’t think she understood. I sang a little vowel song with her and she loved it. Back today, it is obvious that the mom is inspired to teach her daughter!

In the afternoon I headed over with Johno, videographer, to Filomena and Johnny’s house. Johnny is a little boy who had two holes in his heart as a little baby. Now he is 14 years old, is going along very well in school, the first hole Is closed, the second is almost entirely closed. Filomena is very responsible for her family, she bakes bread, sells eggs, and sometimes a few other crops when her garden is producing. We interviewed her, and I translated the beautiful story of how God brought Little Hands to help heal Johnny.

In the evening I met up wiith the teachers at Little Hands and a missionary who works nearby for a little Insanity workout and a run around their large yard, jungle mountain on one side, ocean-side view on the other.

Past the city center, we attended a very small church, and since we had so many gringos, I was asked to translate the message. Aftrwards, we went next door to another missionaries house. There is a woman who sells licuados from their kitchen window, and we had the joy of supporting her business. Half cappucinno, half cookie milkshake. Delcious.

Our friend Jonatan lives just around the corner, and he asked Tabitha to come look at his grandmother’s knee, because she has arthritis. It was another beatuficul experience to meet someone, be invited into their home, and help them with life while doing life with them.

As my eyes fade away, a little gecko chirps in the corner.