Celebrating Mother's Day, part 2

Our church celebrated the mothers of our congregation with serenades and gifts, and also a wonderful evening out!  A restaurant near our church opened just for us, and we were able to enjoy a private banquet together.  We had a time of praise and worship, a devotional, a delicious dinner, and tiramisu for dessert (a first for most of the women!).  While we were eating, we were surprised with another serenade, this time from a professional group hired for the event! 

It was a very special evening for everyone.  For me personally, it was a reminder of what God has called me to here -- to the women's ministry of our church.  And, I was reminded of the sweet friendships I've been blessed with after 6 years of building relationships here in Atenas.  As you look at these photos, as you see the faces of these precious women, will you please say a prayer for each one?  Please pray that they would find their worth in who they are in Christ, that they would hunger to grow in their walk with Him, that they would be encouraged in their faith, that they would be strengthened in their ministry to their children and to our church. 

...when we realized we were being serenaded!

with my sweet "kindred spirit," Iveth

 

the women of Templo Bautista de Atenas

Can you spot that one lone (very white) gringa there in the middle?  I am so blessed to be able to share life with these sweet ladies, in spite of language and cultural barriers! 

Celebrating Mother's Day, part 1

El Día de la madre, 2014

August 15th is el Día de la madre here, and it is a very special day in Costa Rica.  Mothers are really revered in this culture and are treated to a big celebration for Mother's Day.  The usual scene walking through town on August 15th will include many people carrying flower bouquets, balloons, and gifts, and you will see many extended families gathered on their front porches for a huge party.  The cemeteries are brimming with flowers as people remember their mothers and grandmothers who have passed away.  Women who are mothers are greeted with "Feliz día!" ("happy day") by everyone.

Even though our family is far away, our church has always made me, and all of the mamás in our church, feel so special on Mother's Day each year.  In the middle of the night the night before Mother's Day, I woke up to the sweet voices of our church's jovenes (the youth group) singing.  They were serenading me!  There were a lot of them, and they woke our neighbors up; one guy across the street came out on his balcony and listened to all of the songs!  These precious youth were up almost all night going around to the homes of each mother in our church to celebrate her with a special serenata. 

 

On Sunday, the mothers at church were celebrated with songs from the kids, gifts and desserts.  It was a sweet time! 

 





Timmy and his class wishing their moms "Feliz día!"

protective big brother taking care of his sister among all those boys!



some of the mothers of our church

 

In the video below, you can hear our youth group singing one of the songs they sang for the serenata.  They treated us to it again at church on Sunday.  I love them.

 



 

 

 

I'm so thankful for these two precious children that have made me Mommy!



 

six years!

 

We celebrated six years of living in Costa Rica on June 3!  After six years, this definitely feels like home and in many ways, it's hard to even imagine life somewhere else.  Our kids have both grown up here their whole lives, so our entire experience as parents has been in Costa Rica.  We've grown through many challenges, had quite a few adventures, learned important lessons, gone through hardships and experienced many joys. 

We celebrated this year's "Costa Rica anniversary" by going out for a dinner of batidos, casados (for me and Dan) and gallo pinto (for the kids).  Those meals were foreign to us when we arrived six years ago; now they are some of our favorites and ones we make at home, too!

 

It seemed fitting that the week of this year's "Costa Rica anniversary" was also the week that we began our first trimester of our new Bible Center classes.  It's hard to believe that it's already twelve weeks later, and Dan's students are studying for their final exam, which will be tomorrow night! 

 

clase de Principales y Esenciales

We have been blessed by this new season and are excited about the new thing that God has called us to.  We are still in the learning and developing stages of this new ministry, and it is exciting to see the interest the people coming to the classes have to learn and to grow in their relationship with God.  We have some exciting things coming up in the next several months, and I will try to post more about each of them soon. 

 

Thank you to each of you who have supported us and encouraged us for the past six years.  We couldn't be here without you, and we look forward to continuing this journey with you in the years to come. 





please pray

We normally put our prayer requests in our newsletters or on facebook, but today, we are asking for prayer here on the blog for a difficult situation we are in with our house.  We love our house, feel completely at home in it, and have been greatly blessed by it during our almost three and a half years of living in it.  We have a wonderful landlady who wants us to stay in the house for all of our time in Costa Rica as much as we do. 

But,

... new neighbors moved in while we were in the States for the winter, and it's made our living situation difficult, for a variety of reasons, but, mainly, because they smoke... a lot.  The houses here are very close together and everyone always has their windows open to get some relief from the tropical heat.  We've gotten used to hearing every thing going on in our neighbor's houses -- their movies, music, conversations, burps (not kidding).  We've also become used to smelling everything coming from our neighbor's house -- delicious tico cuisine, their baby's dirty diaper (again, not kidding), their trash, etc. 

While the close proximity took awhile to get used to, we really have gotten to be ok with it... until now.  The cigarette smoke coming from our new neighbor's house aggravates our allergies and asthma and permeates our whole house unless we close all the windows and deal with the heat.  Even then, some still gets in our home because we have a couple of windows that only have screens (no glass).  We have our Bible Center classes, church meetings, and ladies' Bible studies all on our front porch, where is no way to escape from the smoke. 

We've talked to our neighbors and they have tried to smoke in their yard less, but even when they are in their house, it fills our house, too.  We are praying for a solution.  Please join us in praying?  We feel like this is the house God has given us to carry out our ministry.  It is within easy walking distance to the center of town, so it is easy for people to walk here (which is important since very few people from our church have cars).  This house has a huge front porch which is perfect for our ministry events, and it also has a small extra space that we have made into an office for Dan.  We searched, prayed for, and waited for a house for over a year, and then God provided this one when it seemed impossible.  The house was never even officially up for rent, but the landlady called us and offered it to us for the price we could pay (which was significantly less than she could rent it for).  It seems unlikely (but obviously possible with God) that we could find a house that suits our family's and ministry's needs as well as this one does. 

So, we're asking for prayer for a solution to the problem we are facing.  We're asking that we could stay in this house, but without smelling cigarette smoke every day.  And, if God has in His plans for us to move, we'll be praying for a house that is just as perfect for us and our ministry as this one.  Thank you, friends!

sounds of home

rain on our metal roof
children's giggles echoing off our concrete walls
roosters crowing as the day dawns
cows mooing as they walk past our backyard
"upe!" at our gate as a friend stops by to visit
pitter pattering of little feet on our tile floors
whirring of our pump bringing water into our house from the reserve tanks
tropical birds' songs from the orange tree in our garden
a 6 year old's voice reciting the Spanish syllables he's learning to read in school
a 3 year's old's voice singing a Spanish worship song
scrapping of an iguana's claws making its way across our roof
thump-thumping of the iguana who's found its way into our attic
motorbikes without mufflers speeding past our house
tea kettle whistling in the kitchen
a gecko chirping from its perch on the wall above our bed
metal gates clanging as neighbors come and go
taxis honking in the street
a friend's machete hacking at dead branches in our yard
announcements from the loudspeakers driving by selling everything imaginable
the gentle, flowing sound of Spanish on our porch during Bible studies and classes

These once unfamiliar noises have become the (mostly) sweet sounds of home.

It's good to be home.

first day of school: lessons learned

 

After homeschooling for the first trimester of the school year (which goes from mid-February to mid-December here), the kids started going to school when we returned to Costa Rica last month.  They now both go to a private bilingual school that Timmy started going to a couple of years ago.  This year, Timmy started prepatoria (Costa Rican kindergarten) and Tabitha started pre-kinder (preschool) for the first time.  The only one who cried on the first day of school was Mommy! 
And, it turns out, Mommy had the biggest lesson to learn that day.

Such a big boy now!

My baby is going to school!?

Ready to do this new adventure... together!

When we were walking up to Timmy's classroom, his classmates saw him and started cheering and clapping, calling out, "Timo! Timo! Timo!"  It did my heart good to see how loved he is by the kids in his class.  Tabitha's class meets every day, but we made the decision to only send her three days a week this year, and we're both enjoying having special Mommy-daughter time on the mornings that Timmy goes to school without her.

I have to admit -- I did more than just a little crying after dropping the kids off.  I did a.lot.of.crying.  Like go home and completely lose it and sob and sob and sob.  Looking back, I'm embarrassed (sorry, Dan!), but I also understand that the emotions had as much to do with all of the emotions of returning to life in Costa Rica as it did with the kids going to school.  Sending them to school was just a reminder of how our decision to live and minister in Costa Rica changes so many of our life's decisions.  I really loved homeschooling Timmy for the first part of kindergarten, and I think it's likely we would homeschool if we lived in the States.  Here, though, we feel strongly that our kids need to gain fluency in Spanish to be able to be fully part of our community and that the best way to do that, for now and for our family, is for them to attend a local school.  We have seen Timmy's Spanish progress so well from going to school and we are excited to see that continue and for Tabitha to follow.  Homeschooling may still be in our future, but, for now, (which is really all I need to know right now!), they are attending school to learn Spanish.  We are grateful to have such a great school to send them to here.  But, still, it was hard for me as I wrestled with how our decision to live here affects our decision on how to educate our kids.  And, as I got more and more emotional (i.e. not thinking rationally), I even got to the point of crying because maybe if we lived in the States, we could more easily have another baby.  Like I said, it was definitely a low point...

walking into school: when I started tearing up

As I calmed down on that first day of school, I was reminded of something I've had to learn over and over again as a missionary wife and mom... I cannot compare my life here to what I think my life would be if we lived in the States.  That's not our life.  This - living and working in Costa Rica - is our life, for now and for as long as God wants us here.  So, we make the decisions that work best for our family and for the life and ministry God has placed us in.  Comparing and contrasting with what life in States looks like (or, really, what I think it might look like!) does nothing but make me lose the joy that I can have in this amazing life God has given us in Costa Rica.  And, I love this life!  How cool is it that our kids get to grow up learning a second language and being part of this beautiful culture? 

The kids may have learned some new Spanish words and some new letters on the first day of school, but it was Mommy who learned the most important lesson of the day.