Sunday, December 30, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Once The Littles relaxed enough to fully discover how fun it was to be surrounded by kids of all ages, it was of course our last night in Mexico. We soaked up every bit of it. As two worlds collided, life then and life now, I was so thankful we were on a crazy, whirlwind trip with three-year olds.
Taking their job as dish dryers very seriously with Tania and Julisa.
The series of beautiful young ladies and cheesy toddlers…
Two sets of identical twins! Pau and Geo, hope my girlies can be as amazing as you someday!
Playing with sweet Gloria
And in a climatic, much anticipated moment, where it was least expected, Little A finally pooped in the potty! Jon teared up. Really, that big of deal.
Todd and Seth, thanks for your relaxing environment!
Which called for a potty party! Seriously. A BIG deal.
Pray with us for the work God is doing, healing hearts in Magdalena. Pray for the staff as they minister, tirelessly and continually. God is changing lives in miraculous ways.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Here’s what The Littles thought of Mexico.
Jodi and her kiddos hosted us and were gracious in their hospitality.
Connecting with Yaneli over tacos and churros and hotdogs and elotes. :)
Seth and Todd during the variety show, entertaining us with thoughts of matrimonio.
Jodi, you’ve got some precious kids.
Making new friends…
Playing with big dogs who The Littles mistaked for coyotes.
Tomorrow we will post the end of our Mexico pictures.
I also plan to dialogue a bit more about what we are learning about saying healthy goodbyes as their has been some interest expressed.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
This trip, we intentionally worked with The Littles on saying healthy goodbyes. As we prepare to leave for Ethiopia, we research materials on how to say goodbye in a way to help your kiddos grieve and transition. Reading through some of this literature, I realized how poor I am at saying a healthy goodbye. I would rather sneak out in the night to avoid the farewell but we are learning, to move on, we have to walk right through the pain.
In so many ways, God has shown me the importance of this and I am convicted of how poorly I handled my goodbyes with my Mexican family 5 years ago when I moved back to the Midwest to marry Jon. I couldn’t process my painful emotions and so I stuffed them and focused on my new life with little regard for who I had left.
This time, returning to Mexico and driving the winding roads through towns, my heart swelled and I told Jon, “do you think that Ethiopia will ever stir this feeling of homecoming in me like Mexico does?”
I don’t honestly know the answer, but I pray it does and God knits the country and people and scenery as tightly to our hearts.
God used our time in Magdalena to be encouraging, connecting, refreshing and unexpectedly, healing.