Warning: this is a very long catch-up post.
It has been an eventful three weeks. The week before leaving, I was tasked at work with getting the city pool ready to open on the Saturday we left for Honduras. For the life of me, I couldn’t get anyone to show up for an interview for the pool manager position. The only person who did show up had warrants out for her arrest and city police arrested her. We finally pulled employees from the golf course to handle the pool.
Friday before Dev and I were set to leave for Honduras the next morning at 3 a.m., I took the boys to the dermatologist who confirmed my suspicions that the boys had scabies. I was so mortified. And disgusted that my gp did not figure this out several weeks before.
The whole situation was complicated by the treatment, which included our household and my mom’s household, where the boys got scabies from an old mattress my nephew thought was a steal of a deal.
Everyone had to do treatment at the same time, or risk reinfestation. First, everyone had to shower, then be covered from head to toe in the prescription lotion for 8-10 hours. It was recommended that we do it at bedtime. Then, the next morning, all clothes and bed linens had to be stripped and washed, and everyone needed to take another shower. Then repeat in two weeks.
Well–first, we couldn’t get enough tubes of the lotion for both families if we went by the doctor’s prescribed treatment. Then, we didn’t have enough time for me and Dev to be covered in the lotion for the recommended time before we had to leave for Honduras, let alone for me to do all that washing.
However, after reading the actual instructions on the lotion, I discovered I had more than enough lotion for all of us for the recommended treatments. The pharmacy confirmed that mom could get hers by Saturday morning. We went ahead and took the treatment, and I took some with us to Honduras, just in case. Kenny promised to do all the washing.
Devyn’s seemed to get worse while we were there, with his skin scaling up, but he toughed it out. Turns out the whole mission team took a treatment when we got back from the village. When we got home, I gave Dev two back to back treatments before camp, and that seems to have done the trick.
While in Honduras, we were met with great spiritual resistance and various obstacles. The first days in the village were chaos for me, as I couldn’t seem to get a system going. Either no one was interested in getting their photos taken or I was being mobbed. Finally by Wednesday, we seemed to work out a system, both for this year and the future.
I ended up taking about 225 portraits all week. There were two salvations: among the three amigas. Three teenage girls all dressed alike with pink tops. Two of them chose Jesus, one did not. She was not the only person to tell me no.
Learned later in the day on Wednesday that the mayor’s assistant, who had been hanging out around my station most of the day on Monday and Tuesday, had caused some chaos with the vet team. Just as one man was about to accept Christ, the mayor’s assistant drove up and the man shrank back, refusing to speak anymore.
The vet team’s next stop happened to be the house of the mayor’s assistant. Both he and his wife and family were saved. Thank God the vet team was also able to get back with the first man, who was also saved.
I wonder if the presence of the mayor’s assistant is what caused the chaos for me? All the challenges we met along the way keep leading me back to the verse about warring against principalities. I know we were doing serious spiritual warfare.
And it didn’t stop when we left the village, at least not for me. When we got back to the mission home and I opened my packet that had my valuables in it, I couldn’t find my wedding rings. My other ring was there, and so was the nearly $1,000 I had brought. But my cheap wedding ring set and silver hoop earrings were gone.
Julie and I searched every square inch of my luggage. Denise checked the safe twice. Then something Julie said made me remember that I’d paid Bruce for a CDimmediately after getting my packet, which meant the rings may have slipped out when I payed him. Sure enough, they were on the floor near the table where he was sitting. I was so relieved.
Later in the evening, Devyn told me that Benjie had told him that he and a handful of other boys and men would be going to a hotel because there was not enough room at the mission home for all of us, plus another team that was coming in.
I asked Benjie if it was true and he said yes. That sent me into orbit. I worried with it all through supper. Finally I went to Julie again and confided my outrage to her, that Benjie would think it was okay to take someone else’s child away from a secure setting without talking to that child’s parent first. I was beside myself thinking first that he was crazy, then that I was crazy and unreasonable. Julie reassured me that I had every right to be concerned and to say no to the idea.
When I pulled myself together and talked to Benjie, he was very receptive and even apologetic and told me he understood and I didn’t have to explain. That was a great relief.
On Friday night, 6 team members became ill, with diarrhea and puking, or just diarrhea, including Devyn. He had only diarrhea. Two team members had to be put on iv. All the others were given something that helped with the diarrhea and also made them sleep. Devyn slept from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. The next morning he was fine. He and I have been battling short bouts of diarrhea since then; but I think that’s from the worm pills BJ gave us.
The next day, everyone was much better. However, on the flight home, we were diverted from Houston to New Orleans because of weather. We sat on the runway in New Orleans, unable to deplane because customs supposedly couldn’t handle us, for five hours. We were finally able to fly back to Houston and land. We didn’t get home to Hornbeck until about 4 a.m. We spent 9 hours on the plane, 20 hours traveling. But most everyone remained in good spirits. By that time, it was just simply ridiculous how much trouble we were having.
Kenny had to be in to work because he had weekend duty, but was set to be on vacation for camp Monday morning. He went in on Sunday morning…the boys and I stayed home from church to do laundry. Then, K came home and we continued to get ready, but then he was called into work later that day and didn’t get back home until 7 am Monday morning. He thinks that Satan was messing with us over that too.
I believe it too, because, we saw several salvations, including little 7-year-old Adeline, who dressed in boy’s clothing and told me straight up that she wanted to be a boy and she couldn’t say the salvation prayer because Satan wouldn’t let her.
But after much praying and talking and answering complicated questions, including things about the end times, things about God’s power over Satan, and God’s mysterious purposes in making some people boys and some people girls, she finally prayed the salvation prayer. Then we talked a good long while more in which we addressed the idea of fear and where it came from and how to handle it. She was very happy to be saved and talked about having a clear head, finally, and a smiling heart.
All that night she went around saying “Raise the roof!”
I gave her a journal with an encouraging note from me and a postcard with my address on it, in case she ever wants to contact me.
We had to leave camp on Tuesday, in order for Dev to play his last two district ballgames. They were both against Anacoco–a double header. We lost both games. Dev, nor any of our other pitchers, could pull anything together. We walked a lot of runs home. Dev got two really good hits.
There will be no all-stars, because there are not enough interested players.
And today we went to the sale barn in Dequincey and bought four goats, two full-size females and two pygmies, male and female.
Kenny carried the biggest nanny goat to our new pen, but she escaped and almost beat him back to the truck as he was trying to get the next goat. I caught her while he took the second goat to the pen, but she too escaped before he could get back to me to get the first nanny. I tried to catch the second goat, but she slipped off into the woods.
We finally decided to put the remaining three goats, the big nanny and the two pygmies in the pea patch, which seemed much more secure. At that point sacrificing our peas was the least of our worries. The goats were simply slipping through the electric fence strands.
We both took turns walking through the woods looking for the missing goat, to no avail. Then we tried training two of them on the fence–we didn’t have enough rope for all three. But the goats seemed distraught and wanted to escape. They would throw themselves against the fence time after time, getting tangled up and ripping the strands off the posts.
We were utterly disgusted. I went to go get us a drink of water, and saw the escaped goat, which Bud promptly chased back into the woods. K chased after her while I detained Bud and Sheba, sticking them in the shed. K came back with no goat and decided to work on dog collars in the hopes that he could keep them from chasing the goat again, so I took K’s place in the pen with the goats who had ropes on them. We concocted a plan that I would lead the pygmy billy around training him on the fence, but if the other goat showed up, I would tie the pygmy up, turn the fence off, open the gate and hopefully the escaped goat would come in to be with them.
And that’s exactly how we caught her. We were able to put a rope on her, too, and eventually got them all back in the pea patch. We’ve decided that that pen seems secure enough–in fact they all seem quite content now that they’re all together. Tomorrow we will put them all in the electrified pen together at the same time, after K makes the strands closer together. We will have to go buy more rope.