Wednesday, April 21, 2010
No, it's not before WEIGHT, it's my ATTIC before the workers came.
A little history:
My Dad and (puertorican)step-mom had owned this house first, and when Dad was getting ready to retire, he gave me the opportunity to rent with option to buy. I ended up assuming the mortgage and paying him monthly - until we hit a snag one year due to DH's health . I had asked Dad if we could wait till after I finished paying off the car, and then continue - and at step-ma Aura's suggestion, he cancelled what we owed, to be considered part of my inheritance; so all we had to pay off was the mortgage. Well, just before my DH became fully disabled, we got the house sided and the bathroom remodeled - so of course that extended the mortgage.
No, Aura had had the attic fixed up into 2 rooms, one of which was insulated. She'd put in some shelves. When Dad retired and moved out, for a time we had a couple staying with us, occupying the room...then another time my sister and her first husband were with us...then my Mom moved in with us, and she fixed the attic rooms up REAL nice, putting in an area rug in the un-insulated room (which became her "sitting room") making a little closet, putting up wallpaper - it was a nice habitation. When she moved out, my youngest daughter took over the rooms. I repapered them for her, making a nice little nook. After she moved out, the attic rooms played host to my Peruvian visitor 3 times.
Then in 2008 the two younger kids and teir spouses returned to Rochester, and I invited them to stay here till they could get jobs and establish themselves. And I suggested perhaps they could consider assumin the mortgage, taking over the house so that when I was ready to retire and move to Peru, it would be easier for me - and it would be an easy way for them to have ahouse.
Great idea! They started thinking about what they wanted to do to fix the placeup, and started knocking out walls in the attic, thinking to make the 2 rooms into one loft - but they hadn't bought the materials to finish the job, and then discovered they couldn't simply assume the mortgage but had to get their own - which they couldn't yet because they hadn't been in the area and employed long enough (stupid banks). So, discouraged, they moved out - and left the attic rooms uninhabitable.
I washeartsick when I saw them - pumped in insulation all over the place...No way did I have te time, know-how, or resources to do anything. So, the attic was closed off, and prayers rose up continually for "the fix-um-ups" of the house.
Back up a bit - the 2 younger kids had pressured my DH into evicting their older sis and her 2 kids, threatening to leave the shambles as it was. Older DD moved out...younger kids moved out...shambles remained. Older daughter and grands were invited back. They continue with us - a BLESSING because unlike her younger sibs, she contributes by cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, and paying rent.
This same DD suggested, in the fall, that I contact Flower City Work Camp. This is a charity similar to Habitats for Humanity - but local, and they do repairs. It's an interdenominational community outreach, showing the love of Jesus in a very practical way, as churches contribute materials and labor is volunteered - professionals or experienced handy-folks, and youths give up their spring break time, and they go y teams to different houses inthe community. So, I emailed my story, and it was passed on, and in the winter - I think it was Jan or Feb - someone came to have a look. Then another call a month or so ago to tell us that our house was one of those selected. I was ecstatic, tearfully grateful to the Lord.
So, they arrived yesterday and will be working until and including tomorrow, 9-5. So...here are some pix to give you an idea. (I'll post some during and after later!)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I was just talking wih one of my Spark Buddies about fishing and fish, and thought I'd blog about some memories and throw in some photos. When I go on missions - ESPECIALLY in the jungle region where fresh fish from the rivers is an inexpensive and delicious meal - I enjoy this source of protein in any way, shape, or form. So much so, that when I come back to the states and it's usually only baked or fried, just so, in your restaurants - I usually don't have any for a couple of months because there's no comparison. And it's so expensive here!But anyway, here are some fish memories.
In a market in Iquitos, a woman removes scales from today's catch. For just 5 soles - about $2.50 - we got about 5 of these fish. (2003)
In the village of Nuevo Kuwait in the jungle, a brunch of grilled fish awaits us.(2007)
Our hostess, Psa Rosa on the left; Ps Johel who came aloong from Iquitos; Marleni; and Me with the best piece of fish, a filet of "dorado"(2007)
The river is relatively low, and it's not unusual for the fish to leap to avoid predators. Marleni threw back this one that landed in our boat.(2007)
In Atun Posa we were served a dinner of a delicious relative of catfish called "carachama" - ugly but yummy!(2006)
In San Juan de Paucar we were served a BREAKFAST of fish soup (2006)
Here's another fish that leaped into our boat.See his sharp teeth?(2006)
Abel took advantage of the port vendors and bought himself some grilled fish. You can't get it so fresh in Lima!(2008)
These are fish Abel caught when we were in the village of Jorge Chavez.(2008)
Monday, April 12, 2010
Every now and then I think about why I am doing this...pushing myself to get on the exercise bike, to walk my granddaughter to school rather than drive her, to put in Richard Simmons when I'd rather sit around...
I don't have to look farther than my "spiritual kids", the young folks I've come to know and love during mission trips.
There's Cesar, a former gang member until he experienced the love of Christ, and now serves as a worship leader, playing guitar...
There's Esther, who asked me to be her Madrina (Godmother) for "moving up" in school...
There's Michael whose own parents abandoned him, but who discovered the love of the Heavenly Father...
There's "Indiana" Elvis and "Super"Jhon who have been such a blessing at different times...
There's Jose, who was my FIRST spiritual son, whose mother died when he was 5, and whom I met on my first trip to Peru - a devoted son! He even contributed 100 hard-earned dollars to my last mission trip!
There is Abel, my absolute favorite, who has been a source of comfort and encouragement, not to mention a great help both on the mission field and at home, whose own mother died when he was 3...
Shy Lisbeth who asked me to be her "Madrina" for her "quinciñera", the important 15th birthday
And sweet, talented dancer Antonio, who with some other lads took me out to dinner after church one night...
That's just a FEW...I put them in one of my photobucket albums, if you want to see...
I keep in touch with the instant messenger, and with the old-fashioned "snail mail" (I write to over 200 people mostly in Peru, with a smattering in Colombia...)
Love is a great motivator!
Monday, March 29, 2010
1 Corinthians 9:27 in the Amplified Bible says
"But [like a boxer] I buffet my body [handle it roughly, discipline it by hardships] and subdue it, for fear that after proclaiming to others the Gospel and things pertaining to it, I myself should become unfit [not stand the test, be unapproved and rejected as a counterfeit]. " I eagerly await my tax return so I can get an exercise bike - a tool which my daughter and I have used in the past with great success (we totally wore out 3!) I'm not going on a mission this summer, leastwise not on a FOREIGN field - for really, as Christians we are ALL called to represent Christ wherever we happen to be (I just PREFER going to Peru and beyond!) Part of representing Him includes developing the fruit of self-control. In a practical way for me, that is putting this earthly dwelling in shape.
I made another video, and you can see some photos of a heavier me, pre-Spark (2003 and 2004 - notably wearing a tie dye dress) - and then you may notice there's a little LESS of me, especially in the ones where I have short-short hair. I hope to have even less of me when I return (next year, Lord willing) - and more of Him!
Waiting to board our "lancha" in Bretana, Peru, summer 2008
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Well, I got the results of my taxes yesterday. I had laid a fleece before the Lord (as per Gideon in the book of Judges, chapter 6.) And while it is a nice return, it is not enough to hold us over during the summer months. I'm going to have to look for something to carry us through(by God's grace), and wait until next year to return to Peru. My church will hold the money that has already been raised - and this will give me time to raise more, because it's not just GETTING there, it's everywhere I go and everyhing I do there as well.
Am I disappointed? Well, a little...it's hard to wait to see people you love and care about. But I've had to wait before, and I know that God does a quick work in us by making us wait. He knows better than I do what other preparations He needs to make in ME, and possibly in THEM before I go.And I know my loved ones are praying for me as they await my return. As I was finishing this blog, my playlist started on this song...how appropriate!
So, I'm thinking maybe I'll have the bunion and hammer toe fixed on my left foot so when I DO return, I'll be able to tromp around more easily. I can have it done when school ends so I can recupe during summer vacation. And I can get an exercise bike with some of the tax money - my DD and I did real well when we had one before (we actually rode 3 into the ground - 2 used and one new! It does NOT gather dust!)
Meanwhile, here's a reminder for anyone who wants to participate in the work...
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