WWJD? Probably not what I did. I didn’t make an instant move, though. I thought it through and the end result was what I hoped was right. It’s all about these sandals. They’re Kyah’s. She took them off at Kidspoint a couple of weeks ago and we never saw them again. Then, Cristel came to our house to play and I noticed them on her feet. I asked where she got them and she just looked at me like a deer in the headlights of a 4×4. Her sister spoke up and said they were a gift from her aunt, while at the same time, several other girls began to rat her out. I was conflicted. I felt that if I let her keep them, even though she knew that I knew they weren’t her shoes, I was reinforcing the negative behavior. So, I grabbed her by the foot, yanked the shoes off, and she took off crying and running for home. Not really. Well, she did take off for home with big crocodile tears, but I politely asked her for them back because they weren’t her shoes. I’m so mean. Writing this makes me feel guilty. I wish I had a pair of sandals that are actually her size to give her. I just couldn’t gift her something that was stolen. What would you have done?
Amigos
12 NovIn our small barrio we have met some of the most wonderful people. People we will stay connected with throughout the remainder of our lives. We have developed true friendships – the kind where they just pop up at your house to hang out – no invitation needed. We had friends like that in the states (and we miss them like crazy!), but here it has been more difficult to find heart friends. Why? At first we didn’t know Spanish well, so that was an obvious barrier. I also think being here as “missionaries” put a flashing light above our heads. It’s unfortunate, but many missionaries will enter a place and try to convince people they need to become more like them. i.e. wear certain clothes and don’t wear others, fix your hair a certain way, do this, but don’t do that. We have always had the mentality that God would change the things that need changed and we are going to live a transparent, authentic life.
Some of our new friends live just a few houses away. Robert and Cody both have a love for fishing and he was the first one to invite Cody to hunt lobsters at night with a water pistol. Swimming with crocodiles and/or sharks at night would freak me out, but not Cody. I love my manly man. As you may or may not know, I also love to fish. One of the many things that Cody loved about me when we first met. Haha! Many women don’t fish and I don’t enjoy being the “only female” so I usually stay behind. Luckily, Robert’s wife Rudy is a fisherwoman. So, as couples (with our small daughters) we get to hang out and fish every once in a while. Then we usually have a big dinner and enjoy the day’s catch.
Typical 4
16 OctKyah is 4. A true 4 year old. She loves to dance, talk, sing, dance, laugh, read books, dance, paint pictures, tell jokes, and play with her friends. She LOVES to play. I can remember my mom-in-law commenting on the fact that she would rather be outdoors than inside playing…and that’s when she was only a year and some odd months old. It’s who she is. She will always choose playing outside with her friends over just about everything else. The way she plays reminds me of the way we used to play when I was a kid. Growing up my brother and I were always running around outside, riding our bikes, playing with the neighbor kids, playing catch, building dirt towns, shooting hoops, and just getting dirty. So many kids today “play” by sitting in front of a computer or video game, AND their parents are fine with it. Such a sad world that has been created for kids to get wrapped up in. They are missing out on the true joys of just being a child.
One of the things that stuck out at me right away when we moved to this new barrio was how all the kids play together. They aren’t ever separated by age – i.e. big kids play this, little kids play that- or- “you can’t play with us because you’re too young”. They all just get along and play together. It’s truly a refreshing thing to watch.
About 3 months ago we started a kids club here and in another location. This constant and consistent interaction has allowed us to build up a trust with the kids in a way we never could have on our own. The crazy way God works things out never ceases to amaze me. For example, the house we were planning on renting prior to moving here ended up being owned by a loco and so we had to begin the search again. To say we were disappointed is an understatement. Then, we landed the place we are in now and it is the ideal location for all things kids. It’s the perfect place for us. *Get out of the way, Stephanie, and let God take care of things!* On any given day there are between 4 to 15 kids running around. We have a HUGE yard, 10 times bigger than the states, and we’re the place to hang. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’ve been teaching some of the older girls how to make hair bows and have been able to have some real conversations with them about how awesome our God is. We do not take our work here lightly. When you know you’re where God wants you, even if for a season, life is much more fulfilling. “It is joy unspeakable and full of glory…” true bliss.
Queremos Paz!
5 OctKyah’s Kinder participated in a peace parade which took place in a town about half an hour north of us. We (kids and parents) were instructed to wear white from head to toe. How many men do you know that own white shorts? Unfortunately, not all of the kids in her class could participate because a child wasn’t allowed to take the bus up without their parent. Big Daddy and I went and had a great time.
I helped ahead of time by making a banner to carry in the parade. The kids were so ready to get the show on the road!
Waiting her turn for a balloon.
She came to me after she got it and said, “Mom, he blew that balloon up without even using his mouth and hurting his cheeks!” The helium machine was quite impressive to these Kinder kids.
All the girls had to wear matching white skirts. An older lady in the community made them for 500 colones. That’s about a dollar.
Jon and Kate Plus 8 anyone?
Maybe it has worked in the past, but the kids this year weren’t too excited about holding onto a string while walking down the street.
The parade ended at the park where we ate a delicious lunch and were entertained by The Wiggles of Costa Rica. I haven’t actually ever watched an episode of The Wiggles, but I imagine them annoying me after a song or two. The guys down here rocked it.
Video to be added soon.













