Failed Blog for Christmas

This is a test only, as a lengthy blog was just lost, refused to save to publish. Testing 1,2,3,4.

Possum Pinata/Pains

On the light side, I was awakened one night this week by our parrot making squawkings from his hanging cage on the patio outside the open bedroom window. Unusual, as he's silent after dark.  Fearing that someone was trying to steal him (although why anyone wants a non-talking parrot, I don't know!), I quickly went out the backdoor, grabbing the broom as I went, and switched on the light.  Not thinking how I was going to thwart the thief's plan with only a broom, nor  how he would respond to a viejita rapida (fast little old lady) in PJ's , I charged out without my glasses. I saw a big possum, harrassing John's little Cheekie.  I lifted my broom over my head, carefully using both hands to take better aim, and let him have it. I succeeded in putting the hanging cage into motion, swirling around, with the now totally catatonic possum frozen onto the side of the cage.  I made several more swings, not sure I hit him even once as the cage continued to elude me in its spiraling. On one of my attempts, I struck my pinkie knuckle against the cage and have a growing bruise as a battle scar.  About then, John had awakened because I have trouble battling in silence, and must shout like a he-man with every strike. He was able to rescue his parrot, and the, by now, braindamaged possum limped off after dropping from the cage into the small ravine below.

On the heavy side, seems it was that same day we received news from Eryn and Benton's mom, Kate, that their birth father, Delaney, had taken his life. Though he has not been in their lives for about 2 1/2 years, and then only for a short time,  it was a sad couple days for them as they visited back and forth online with family and processed death of a family member for the first time. Eryn was encouraged greatly by a friend here, Sarah, who interrupted her own busy school schedule to help Eryn prepare a brief music/foto memory to be shared at the memorial service.  The kids did not go back to the US, but have gotten a lot of support from the missionary community here.


Victoria was born with a cleftlip and palate. We met she and her mom at church and John quickly got them in to see him, and he began trying to locate help for Victoria. We were blessed to have Eryn being the Pusher to make it happen, and within a month, we put Victoria and her mom on the bus to go to San Pedro Sula to meet with a specialty brigade there for her first surgery.

On the way to the hospital

Eryn and Benton being artistic with their pumpkin-like squash.

Here is Victoria just a day after her repair, not yet quite healed.  She will return for the surgery on her palate in April.  Thanks for your support that allows us to help babies like this!  Eryn delights in being involved with such things. 

Aspiring Stars and smart chickens

 Last blog was over some of our noteworthy friends and how we see them excelling.Ttoday would like to introduce some faces that I hope will keep being topics of our blog as they exceed our expectations, which are high, in the coming years!
This smiling face is Yuri, whom I trained as a nurses' aide several years ago, but who was hired immediately to be a pharmacy tech and to help on the computer in Information.  She is a highschool graduate that never lacks a gracious smile, and carries herself professionally.  She has dreams of becoming an LPN.

 Meet Rosalinda.  She is in charge of our Information area where patients are first met and entered into the computer.  She takes their vital signs, and assigns them to a doctor for their consult. She has been a big part of her family support, and is known as a leader spiritually in nearby Lucinda. She is finishing highschool at a weekend school, and has aspirations of paying off school loans this year and heading for nursing school next. She will be getting some math tutoring to prepare her in the meantime.

Argentina was recommended to me several years ago when I began the first nurses' aide class. She had been singled out for a scholarship to her 6 years of "colegio" or Jr Hi-highschool, by the McKinney's. She faithfully hiked down the mountain trail from El Toro each day an hour, leading other little ones behind her.  She graduated high in her class. Our first day of learning to do a bedbath, I send Argentina to warm up a pitcher of water in the micro- and she never came back.  Another classmate went in search of her and found her in tears in front of the newfangled electronic device- there is no electricity where she lives.  She has excelled as a nurse's aide and been chosen for special training in computer entry to assist our nurses on weekends to enter the costs of patients. It has been a joy to see this scared rabbit grow into a confident and competent helper, with the goal of being a nurse. She has been saving diligently.
All this to say, we are excited to be able to help some such as these to realize their goals, and to prepare a source of LPN's for the hospital needs using local stars. If you are interested in donating to their scholarship funds, or want more details about how we will keep them accountability and not just be handing out $, please contact us at pennyalden@gmail.com .  We also have in mind 2 younger students, who will be graduating from 6th grade this month, a MAJOR WOW out here in the campo. We'd like to be able to encourage them to continue in school also.

On a lighter note, Eryn took this picture enroute home one afternoon in the midst of a downpour!  Love it!

Some of our Shining Stars

Anael (left) after a baptism in Rio Esteban

 Several years ago, John noted a young man that attended our church and remarked that he had potential- but had never had the chance to finish highschool.  We brought him to the attention of some visitors, and they have helped us scholarship Anael to finish highschool- he graduates next month!  He has worked off his scholarship at various times by helping at the hospital, helping at the farm, doing the church maintenance- all the time being a school leader and sharing teaching responsibilities at the church. He has a gift with young people, and can be found with little kids climbing him at all times.  He plans to work a year in the city and then apply to LPN school.

Xiomara (right) doing patient teaching

     Right after we arrived here 7 years ago, we hired a young lady from the community to work afternoons for us while she was attending morning highschool, to give her the funds to finish her education.  Xiomara has worked for John as his office assistant since she graduated, and we've had the joy of seeing her born again and married.  Last February she began LPN school on the weekends in the city, with plans to be our Labor and Delivery Nurse once she's done.  Other visitors who bonded to her have helped with a scholarship to make this possible.  She is continuing working most weeks with John while she is in school.

     3 years ago, Joni was a shaggy, scrawny rabbit, his head always cocked quizzically to one side. He held his reading material up to his nose to read, definitely not one to capture your attention. His grandparents were raising him, and the extended family lived in a grouping of mud huts. Joni learned to play guitar, was mentored and loved by our former Guatamalan pastor's family, and entered our lives. He has worked for us in his spare time since then, being mentored by our gardener, and has bonded to our family.  His work has given him an account from which to buy a pair of glasses, get haircuts and clothing, a friend donated a guitar for him, and we've seen him grow to be our church music leader. Last year, John became concerned that the public school was always on strike and made arrangements to scholarship Joni to a new bilingual school near him that we had some ties with. It meant he and his family had to agree for him to go back a year, to catch up on the English. They all agreed, and now, a year later, Joni converses with us in English, has begun to excel in his academics, and has led his school to victory in a biblical/musical/memory Olympics. He will graduate from 6th grade next month, and then work his vacation to earn money towards next year's school expenses. He spends time each weekend with us, especially now that  our grandson Benton is one of his best friends!  What a joy to see Joni blossom with lots of love and input!
     As we look at sustainability here, John and I are feeling its best to invest in the education of promising young leaders that live in the campo and that are likely to stay here. Next blog will focus on a few more up-and-coming young people that we have had our eyes on for a few years!

FOLLOWUP ON PAST BLOGS!  The twins, Adam and Eve, were in clinic this week and are slowly gaining weight. They sit unassisted, are beginning to crawl. They turned 1 on July 28!

Miguel Angel, excited about his first soccer ball, with Benton and mom

Miguel Angel, the newborn who almost died a year ago, celebrated his first birthday in the mountains 2 weeks ago.  Our team from Oregon was able to go up the mountain with us to bring a pinata and a picnic and soccer ball up to celebrate this miracle. God is good!

Alden Family Update......

Thought I'd jot some thoughts before more than 2 months had passed, and I'm close now! We spent 5 weeks of that time in the USA, partly in the NW doing needed upkeep on the home we own there and enjoying our neighbors and family there. The weather was perfect, the clematis in full bloom in honor of our homecoming, and all the work went smoothly. A highlight of that time was a weekend bicycle trip from Spokane to Couer d 'alene with Penny's sister and husband- such memories! Guess part of  "making every day a masterpiece" is relishing the small things.

Deb and Penny in Leavenworth-touristing!

     We also had the privilege of hosting John's sister and her husband from Portland, OR for the first time and enjoying some leisure time on the awesome back patio that John and a fellow missionary constructed awhile back. Our neighbors from Honduras, the Greene's, also found time to give us a 2 night visit in the midst of all they are going thru as a family so all in all, our NW time was a blessing.

Ellie: "I'll take these socks, thank you!"

     The remaining 2 weeks John spent in Tulsa catching up with church, kids, doctors, and getting supplies for the hospital.  Penny had been gifted a ticket to go see our daughter Sarah in PN, so spent just 4 days there enjoying her and Jaie and baby Ellie. Ended all too quickly... 

     We returned home to Honduras with Eryn and Benton on august 5, a smooth transition compared to our departure in which John's backpack had been stolen in the airport and we were delayed 3 days in Dallas (which time was spent with old Wycliffe friends, so turned out to be a real blessing).  Smooth entry...but 4 days later, our pickup that was parked in the carport slipped out of gear and rolled across the neighbors lawn, back onto the road, and headed across the main steep road to partially disappear over the bank. Pretty horrifying to hear it slip and run out to helplessly watch it! No one was hurt, thankfully, and about 9 men responded STAT to have it look like nothing had happened less than an 1- 1/2 hr later.   That was 2 1/2 

weeks ago and we hear our insurance here is covering it well...supposedly repairs have begun in La Ceiba, and we're just borrowing vehicles to do the necessary til its done. Several are out of the country right now and have generously allowed us to use their vehicles. We pray its fixed by the time our next team arrives mid September!

     August 10, Hannah Lundsford from VA arrived to be a homeschool helper for this school year for Eryn and Benton.  We began school just over a week ago, so working out the kinks before Eryn begins an online class the second week of September. Hannah will help me 3 days a week, allowing me to work in the hospital without feeling as tho I am wearing 2 hats at the same time and doing neither well. Pray for Hannah, please! She is one of 8 kids, so probably knows all their tricks, as well as a homeschooler herself. She added piano to her teaching responsibilities this week so the kids will have this additional blessing . 

     Well, this has been mostly a personal family update! Will update you on other areas next time!  

How hard can it be to leave the country?

We had an uneventful departure from the hospital Monday, albeit 4 hours later than planned, as John had forgotten to clear his schedule of patients!  Kids finished their Iowa tests and rejoiced in "ending" the school year officially, tho they will continue doing their math all summer. We made it to our hotel not too far from the San Pedro Airport with time to go to the mall for everyone to enjoy their favorite at the foodcourt before bedding down in midst of a fierce rain storm that was rather lulling. After an early AM swim and breakfast at Dunkin Donuts, we left our pickup in the keeping of Hector for our 5 weeks out of Honduras, and headed for the airport with plenty of time to spare. Enjoyed visiting the large team that had been with us at the hospital, as they were headed out on the same flight as we were.  We enjoyed our last hour in the food court of the airport, playing chess and Bananagrams with the kids and visiting.  We got up to go to our gate...and discovered that we were short John's backpack, in which he carries everything but the kitchen sink, like a good Scout master.  In the ensuing delay of contacting airport security and reviewing the security camera video, we missed our flight. Marvin and Sharon Lopez had brought the large team in, and willing waited during our delay and even helped a lot with the police visiting. They graciously drove us to another motel to spend the night, as Continental was unable to get us out til the following day.  In the stress of the theft and making contingency plans, we forgot til much later to check and verify that our flight from Dallas to Spokane had also been revised to reflect the lost day....and found it had been overlooked.  Hours on the internet and phone from the hotel yielded no available flights, and then a big storm coming in took out the internet for the rest of our time. So John left for the airport on the first shuttle to try to plead for help.  Because the flight had been made by Continental but using United, they could not help us, so John was finally able to get a flight out on Saturday night...stranded in Dallas for 3 days and nights!  The July 4th holiday had all flights booked full and very costly. 
Many calls back and forth with our FWF (Foul Weather Friend) in Tulsa, much prayer by the LDL community and Tulsa Bible Church...and the Lord brought to mind fellow missionaries, the Kenworthy's, Wycliffe, who live in Dallas. With the need to close all our accounts and reopen new ones, finances are in a  bit of an upheaval as we seek to prevent any of the financial information stolen being used wrongly. Having a place to rest our heads for the 3 days we must be laid over in Dallas is a great blessing.  
So how have the Wild Things tolerated this unforeseen delay, as they have been counting down days and then hours til they again were in their mom's arms?  Amazingly well.  We are so proud of them!  They both congratulated John at supper last night and gave him an A+ on how well he'd handled the crisis. They have used the extra time to swim to their hearts content, to play games, were blessed to be bumped up to a first class seat for the flight to Houston,and are now both watching individual movies in the luxury of the USO here in the Houston Airport during a 5 hr layover. Its been an inconvenience for their mom, to be on hold in Dallas an extra night, but only a few more hours for them and they'll all be together.
John was robbed of his mini laptop, his cell phone, and all our financial paperwork. Please pray that the thief will only take out the sellable items and trash all the paperwork!  One day we'll see why the LONG delay in getting to the NW has served some unseen purpose. Thanks for your prayers and concern. 

Cheekie and Chispa, Adam and Eve

Our gardener and friend, Chilo, caught a baby squirrel (ardia) awhile ago and the kids quickly bonded to it, naming it Chispa, or Spark.  A little friend later advised them that "she" was a "he" and they needed to rename it.  It remains Chispa, and delights all of us with its bonding and chirping sounds, and its constant aerobic exercises in its large hanging cage outside our bedroom window. Later, John stopped on the highway and bought a little parrot, more parakeet, that has not  yet bonded to any of us.  Her name is Cheekie.

On a human note, last Tuesday when John was in Satal, where he holds a Women's Clinic in the mountains every 3 weeks, he saw what looked like newborn twins. He discovered that, tho they weighed 8 lbs., they were almost 11 months old. He met with the family and the LPN of the clinic and decided to bring them down the mountain for evaluation and admission. Adam and Eve, whom Eryn has named Itty and Bitty, have not yet begun a growth spurt, but their intestines have been treated, they have had ultrasound to evaluate the level of malnutrition(severe), and have been started on a feeding regime.  Eryn has become passionate about their care,  researching WHO literature on malnutrition, and participating hours daily in their loving care and physical therapy, which she is learning from a visiting PT/OT. As usual, we are blessed to have a specialist here for "such a time as this".  This is a pic of Dr. Greene ultrasounding one of the twins and Adam using the probe as a Popsicle.

We do not know how long the twins will be hospitalized, but we need to begin seeing some weight gain before we release them to stay close by for followup.  Their hospital bill will be impossible for them to pay.  For those of you with a passion for babies, please consider making a donation for that bill, designating it "Woman's Health Fund".  We want nothing to cause the mom to take the kids home prematurely. Send donations to Cornerstone International, PO Box 192, Wilmore, KY 40390, specifying Aldens, To the Least of His Brethren, Women's Health Fund. On a seperate note, specify Twins.  We'll keep you posted on their progress!

Miracle Miguel, Hand touching Hand

Miguel Angel

Tuesday we went up the mountain on John's monthly clinic visit to Satal. This time, many others went along to participate in the first of what we hope to be many outreaches into the school there, to do physicals, eye exams, developmental assessments and hematocrits on first graders. Each month we will do a different grade.  Was well received, and a good pilot project, which we will tweak and revise to improve it.  A highlight of the day was being greeted first thing at the clinic by a bright-eyed and well-groomed couple whose newborn baby, Miguel Angel, had come very close to losing his life to pneumonia back in the fall. We'd never expected to see him again when we put him on the trail for the long hike home with his folks when he was finally discharged from Loma de Luz. Miguel is a chunky, delightfully active and normal appearing baby now. What a miracle!

Hand touching hand

Got this shot below of a little 4 yr old girl who was inpatient with burns, from a village many hours from here by trail and boat. She was on the tail end of weeks of whirlpool treatments to help her heal. She was a real screamer, and I caught this of her dad's finger gripped in her little hand to keep her calm. Reminds me of the famous Michaelangelo painting of God reaching down to man.  

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Eryn,(second from L) and her bilingual school classmates and teachers

Eryn and Benton completed 7th and 5th grade respectively today, both  finishing strong. Next week is the long-awaited Missionary Kids' Camp that will host about 60 kids from around Honduras for 5 nights and days of typical bible camp stuff with a Honduran flair. It will be on site here, but we will not see them all week. Our grandkids have heard so many stories about past camps, many now legends, that they are totally pumped. Imagine, John and I will have 5 nights and days alone!  It will probably take the rest of the summer for them to tell us all the stories about it!

 Heading for the US for kids' visa trip in late June, after Iowa Tests for them here.We will be in Moses Lake, WA for a bit, then in Tulsa for the last 2 weeks. As usual, we'd like to see as many of you as possible to share what we're up to here. Please contact us at pennyalden@gmail.com or at our US cell phone of 509-431-1885.

Solomon, homeschool helper, update on baby Milagro

The 75 yr old homeless man did not lift his cataract- occluded vision to meet my eyes, even with an encouraging hand on his shoulder and much repetition. Like perfume that preceeds a young lady as she enters a room, so the "perfume" of this chronically unbathed gentleman had greeted me as I entered the ER to translate for Dr. Abby that PM.  I had encouraged his son to get him showered while Dr. Abby paid attention to the first patient, after reading a note from several years ago on his chart that he was homeless.  I guess I thought I'd do him the favor of gifting him hot water and soap while he waited!  When he didn't return, I walked down to the bathroom and witnessed a standoff between him and his son, with Solomon holding tightly to his pants. I was not blessing him with my magnanimous idea of bathing.  So I asssured him it wasn't necessary and escorted him back to the stretcher in Er so Abby could examine him.  That, too, proved to be too much invasion for our patient. I guess we assume when a patient arrives in ER, it is voluntary and that he has a very pressing need he wants tended. While Solomon again held tightly to his pants, and resisted all my attenpts to undress him, his son stood silently, helplessly by.  With prodding, he shared that his dad did not like staying with any of the family, that he slept outside, that he had been transported to the ER by our wonderful area mayor at the request of someone who had seen him fall in the dirt street. The pain from a HUGE hernia at times overcomes him....but he had NO intention of accepting any treatment.  A helplessness overcame us, far worse than the odor emanating from him. Unwilling to let him just leave and admit we had nothing to offer that he'd accept, I remembered a suitcase of men's clothes.  I rustled up a baseball cap, shirt, socks and crocs  and before he could resist, slipped off his VERY encrusted clothing and put the new things on. I then put my hand on his shoulder and began to pray for him, feeling like he was unreachable. When I opened my eyes, he had removed his new cap and had it pressed against his chest in respect and I could have sworn I saw the glisten of tears in his eyes.


Since our night in the hospital with John in Sedona, AZ for chest pain- just 3 weeks ago- he's had a positive blood test for H. Pylori, much easier to treat than heart problems!  So for those wondering about "the rest of the story", he is now on medicinal treatment to take care of this GI problem!

Baby Milagro

Kara and Benton

We have been back on the job here at the hospital now for 2 weeks. As a followup on baby Milagro (Miracle- see earlier blog) who came to us at just over 2 pounds and 10 days old- we saw her on a return visit to the pediatrician after almost 3 weeks at home, weighting over 5 pounds. She has a double chin and fat cheeks- her mom, Jesus, seems to be taking good care of her! More Miracles to come...


We have been praying for a homeschool helper for me to allow me to put some time in as a nurse at the hospital.  That need has become more urgent with the imminent, unexpected arrival of 2 student RN's that will be doing their mandatory social service with us. Aside from the 
need for training, they will be a big blessing over their year here. This past week, the Lord met my need by sending a visitor, Kara, to help me for 3 weeks. It always amazes me how the Lord meets the need! I know wait on Him to send me someone else to cover 4 weeks from April 13- mid May!

An Unasked-for Day of Rest March 6, 2011

Penny writes most of our notes.  Once and a while, especially if it is a happy baby story, it falls to me.  This is not a baby story, but I think that if I don't write it, it will confirm what some think, that John is in a state of "Chronic Denial"  or chronically "out in the ozone".

Today I was allowed to honor the Sabbath.  Penny did not. (hm, he must be speaking about a REST!  Penny) She spent the morning sharing about the work at Loma de Luz, with a church in Sedona, Arizona.  It's my brother's church, among our earliest supporters.  It was not something that she was looking forward to alone.  But her sharing, with each of the morning services, was well received.  She came away very encouraged.

I did something that I have never done.  I read the entire book of  John in one sitting, with some little interruptions.  But the point is that I got a different overall picture.  I really enjoyed it.  I was also challenged to think about the meaningfulness of our lives.

Probably the most annoying interruption was the tearing off of one series of chest EKG lead patches to arrange another set.  I would estimate about 40 patches, all together.  Since I started the day with a normal chest of hair, I still had some at the end of the day, but there are some bare and nearly bloody spots.  Another less-than-fun interruption was running on a treadmill.  But it was ok- "normal heart rate change" and "normal blood pressure change",   "No S-T wave changes", and "random isolated ectopic beats". The nicest line on the results was "cardiac output =  20% above average".  Its good to be above average in something.  I almost drifted off during the 15 minute Nuclear Contrast Uptake scan.  That was OK, too. We'd lost a night's sleep with ? chest pain.  The nice young fellow who discharged me from the hospital more or less asked "Have you tried any antacids?"

So in the end they sent me home with the routine warnings.  Of course most of the nurses and doctors had learned that we live in Honduras.  At least one severely challenged me with the idea that we should not be returning home this week.  I told her that I did not want to die sitting in a chair.    She said "OH!, I understand, but you know I have to cover my---" and she patted her backside.

18 months ago, a hero of mine collaped and died behind the pulpit.  That is how I want to go (figuratively speaking, of course). I need to think this thru, tho, as that would be very distressing for a young pregnant patient. So perhaps carrying a backpack up the trail to the clinic in Satal,  No, it would be better, coming back down the trail from the clinic.  Now you all know, not a word of this is to be mentioned to Xiomara (the faithful young lady who has worked with me for about four years now).

Penny and I easily talked about some of the things that come up at these eye-opener times of our lives, as we returned south to near Sun City, AZ.after late afternoon discharge.  I think that we were in pretty good agreement.

Jesus and Milagro

This past week we admitted a longtime acquaintance whom we have known since we first arrived in Honduras. Jesus, now about 20, arrived with her 10 day old little girl, Milagro, who had been born at 30 weeks gestation at home. John had admitted her to our hospital several weeks ago to stop early labor, and had transferred her on to the public hospital in La Ceiba where she was treated. Fortunately, she was given steroids to mature the fetus's lungs, because when she resumed her labor several days later and was prevented from going to either hospital by the heavy storms in our area, her little Milagro (Miracle) did not have the respiratory problems one would expect from such a premie.
Having been told by the local Health Department not to bring the baby in until she reached 5 lbs., Jesus obediently kept Milagro home with her, weighing her in at the local pulperia (little storefront) in the vegey scale. She thought she'd weighed about 3 lbs. By day 10, Milagro was weakening and her own supply of milk was about gone. Jesus arrived very ill herself, but is improving. We've successfully helped her restart lactation and begin giving her own milk to the baby. Two nursing missionaries on site contributed their own milk in the days before Jesus's supply became sufficient. 8 or more missionaries volunteered to take l feeding a day to ease the load on the overworked Honduran nurses, every 3 hours. We've been rewarded in seeing Milagro begin to suck better, increase her ability to tolerate the feeding amounts, open her eyes...and to see the joy in her mama's eyes when she is able to use her own milk to satisfy her firstborn. Pray for Miracle Baby, as Benton calls her. She weighs in just over 1 Kg.

6 weeks AG (after grandkids arrived!)



Bicycles for Xmas- mobile at last!



We've just completed 6 weeks with the grandkids living with us here in Honduras! I have taken an almost total leave of absence from nursing at Hospital Loma de Luz for the forseeable future to allow me to homeschool Eryn and Benton.

Both kids enjoyed the annual missionary Christmas pageant, and we were blessed with more than our normal of festivities, gift-giving, special meals, etc. Benton's 11th birthday followed Christmas by just 1 day. We woke him at dawn to hike to the watertower above for sunrise, and he was King for the Day, selecting all his meals. He shared his day with a few friends for pizza and games.



studying at Joni's home



Joni is a local 13 year old with whom we share lots of time- he works for us on his vacations from school to accumulate funds for the bilingual school in which we've scholarshiped him. He has become a friend of Eryn and Benton's, and they are mutually enjoying English/spanish, and all learning a lot! Eryn and Benton will accompanty me one day weekly to that school when they resume classes in February to teach English, in the hopes they will learn more spanish and get immersed in the culture.

       Eryn is slowly adapting to the little school some of her age MK's attend for History, Science and Writing. It demands that she budget her time to get outside reading done, divide her work between the school days as they don't meet daily, and keep track of her schedule. We are both growing! Benton is here full time at home with me for his 5th grade work, and both have now added daily spanish and guitar to their already full schedule. Both kids look forward to the day's end when they can go play soccer with the locals down the hill or just relax with a friend.



Benton flexing with visitor, Henry!



The heavy rains of winter have continued, with much cooler than normal weather overall. Its made the adjustment to a tropical climate much easier for the kids. The past few days the river has not been crossable by truck and l bridge is barely passable as the access is washing out. We transported a pregnant nurse/friend to that river so she could attempt to get home to the city for her days off this am- this picture shows her on the trusty steed, ready to be led across the swollen river to hitch a ride home on the other side.

Prayer needs: for kindred spirits for both kids. That the tight circle here would open to make them a true part of the Work.