Got to tell you how God works... I took Sarah to school this morning and ran in the market (across the street from her school). When I went back to my car, the anti-theft lock was flashing on my dash and my key wouldn't work. (I didn't even know that I HAD anti-theft! It's a Ford Focus, for Pete's sake! Not a BMW...) I tried all sorts of things, but nothing changed. I got out the manual (have you EVER tried to read the car manual... IN SPANISH!?!) and all I got from that was that there is a code in the key and if the car doesn't recognize the code, it will lock down. Awesome! Just then, my missionary friend from Puerto Rico drove by and saw me. This is odd, because she is usually in another town in the mornings doing mission work. She stopped and tried to help me read the manual (because she is a native Spanish speaker). Then she called the dealer for me to see what we should do. They said to try the extra key (of course, it is out in the country at the house!). So Delilah drove me out to get the other key. When we got back, the second key still wouldn't work. By this time (1.5 hrs), Delilah needed to go to an appointment, but she also wanted to wait. I told her that it was okay...go ahead and go... I would call Miguel - our Spanish pastor. So she left, I got back in my car and sat there and had a big fat ugly cry. Then I called the number in my phone for Miguel (Billy had entered it for me before he left)... but Francisco answered (odd?). Yep... Billy put the number in wrong! But Fran said he would call Miguel (they are cousins) and send him to me. Cry more. Just then, Delilah comes back and says that "Friends are more important than anything else today, and my husband said to come back - I'll stay with you." A couple more tears escape. She says, "Don't worry. This is just 'paja en la leche' (Grass in the milk... a Puerto Rico saying for when something spoils your plans.) Then Miguel drives up and Delilah goes on and leaves. Miguel jumps in the car, wiggles things around a bit, and the car starts right up (Miguel used to be a truck driver and mechanic before he was a pastor). Many thanks to him, and I get back in the car to go home. I try to call Delilah real quick to let her know that all is well, and the little cell phone recording comes on to tell me that my cell phone is out of minutes (we pre-pay) and it is locked until I recharge my acct. I CAN'T BELIEVE I had enough money on it to make it through this morning until all was okay!!! God is SOOOO GOOD! Then I had another big ugly cry all the way home, the kind that is a mixture of relieved and amazed and frustrated and everything all rolled in to one. I'm so glad Delilah just happened to drive by. I'm so glad I have good friends. I'm so glad God let my cell phone work until it was over. I'm so glad I have a pastor that came to my rescue. I'm so glad that none of this affected Sarah and she didn't have to witness me having an emotional breakdown, or get left waiting for me at school. I'm so glad I didn't have to call Billy and say that the car wasn't working and I needed to have it fixed or pay for a rental car or anything... so glad I didn't have to pull him out of his focus!
I swear, if I make it through this next month, it will be a complete miracle!!!
In my USA life, I was a teacher in Texas for 15 years. I was also a professional photographer, a soccer mom, a horsewoman, and the neighborhood hospitality queen. I did "Joanna Gaines farmhouse style" before Chip and JoJo were even a thing - we restored an 1884 Victorian farmhouse in small town Texas and did shiplap walls until I thought I'd go crazy. I taught at NASA, scuba dived with astronauts in training, and studied animals at Sea World for educational purposes. I've tried just about everything, because I have an insatiable need to know if I can do it! Never underestimate a Texas girl in cowboy boots!
In 2006, my husband Billy and I became cross-cultural workers (CCWs) with TMS Global. For five years, we served in three rural Quechua Wanca villages in the Andes of Peru. And when I say rural, I mean RURAL - like no potty! I spent my days in Peru learning to live a Quechua lifestyle in a rustic adobe house - cooking Peruvian foods, sewing with Quechua women, raising my chickens and goats and pigs, and planting my gardens. Now I live my life in small town Spain, serving other cross-cultural workers via teaching and training and care, and helping displaced people to navigate their new reality in Europe.
I'm passionate about fostering personal growth, growth in community, and growth in The Kingdom. Walking alongside others and helping them to use their unique design, their gifts and strengths and maximize their abilities to fulfill their God-given purpose - that's what makes my heart sing!