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The generosity of others…

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We love what we do.  We love making a difference.  Our daycare that we run at the Zambiza dump has become a testimony to the grace of God and the love of many.  Six years ago, the future for the children of the dump was bleak.  Most had no hope of ever going to school, and they didn’t dare dream of another life.  My friend Dawn wrote a while back that “the poor don’t dream”.  They don’t.  Dreaming creates the expectation and the hope that someday things might be different, while reality paints a very dark, very harsh reality.

Today, that reality is changing.  100% of the children who have gone through our daycare are now enrolled in school.  Their teachers marvel at how well they are doing.  They can dare to dream that perhaps tomorrow might be different.  The future looks brighter…sunnier…hopeful.  This has happened because of the generosity of others.  People who pray for them, who make sure that they have food to eat and clothes to wear…people who send money so that they can receive vaccines that protect them from disease.  People like you.

Several weeks ago, Nestle contacted Extreme Response to let us know that they wanted to donate “some food”.  “Some food” translated to two tons.  4000 pounds.  It was overwhelming, for a couple of reasons.  The first reason was that this was a local company, reaching out to help their own.  This is exciting for us to watch.  The second reason is that it was 4000 pounds.  Have you ever seen 4000 pounds of food in one spot?  It’s a LOT of food!  Several people from Nestle came and put on a program for the children, which they loved.  After that, Dan and the rest of the ER team (Nick, Dan Smoker, Paul and Susan and Mayra) were faced with the delightfully challenging task of making sense of all of that food, and figuring out how to get it into the hands of the workers at the dump.  Last Thursday, after much sorting and calculating, they were able to do a “food distribution” day.  Each person went home with a box of food that would last for a couple of weeks.  For people who work to earn their “daily bread” (That phrase has become so much more real during the time that we’ve been here…) this is a huge blessing to have a little extra.

Thank you, friends, for standing with us and being a part of what is happening here in Ecuador and around the world.  Know that you are making a difference.  A huge difference.  You are bringing hope.

“That is why we labor and strive, because we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all people…”  1 Timothy 4:10



So…how was YOUR day?

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“Hey Cyndi, this is Kathy.  I thought you might want to know that your house alarm is going off”.  Couldn’t get hold of Dan.   I RUN three blocks to our house (anyone who has known me for longer than five minutes knows I don’t run.  And I ran in heels.  DOUBLE points.)  On the way I call our friend Nick to see if he is close enough to come help me in case there is actually someone IN the house.  I then proceeded to get home and go straight in, without even waiting for him.  Yeah me.  Fortunately it was an electrical problem that triggered it and not someone breaking in, but still.  Yeah me.  As I’m frantically trying to get hold of either our landlord or Kristina (who are the only two people with the code to shut it off), the group of workmen across the street start making comments about how loud it is, and if I had any respect for people I would shut it off, etc.  Ya THINK?  Had I not been otherwise occupied I would have called them some of my best names.  Hmph.  By this time our friend Ruth, who somehow ended up being the unfortunate soul who answered the office phone when Kathy tried to call and find Dan had gotten hold of him, and he was conveniently 1/2 hour away having an argument with the guard at the bodyshop where he was picking up our van.  Some people have all the fun.

Nick and Dan (our friend Dan, not the hubby-who-left-his-phone-on-the-nightstand-so-I-couldn’t-call-him-and-tell-him-how-much-fun-I-was-having Dan) arrive, and proceed to cut the wires to the alarm box, so that at least the siren shuts off.  About this time our landlord calls me back to let me know he’s on vacation in the mountains and can’t help me.  I refrain from telling him that at this moment he’s about as popular with me as the workmen across the street.  The siren is off, but the box with the keypad is making an ominous beeping sound, which makes me think it might start shrieking again.  Nick and Dan tell me that it can’t-they’ve cut the wires, but in my current mental state, I don’t believe them.  So Nick takes the ENTIRE keypad off of the wall, disconnects it and puts it on the TV.  I feel better now.

I know by now some of you are thinking that I probably shouldn’t be allowed out without a chaperone.  You’re probably right.  And for the few of you who are wondering if our house is now unprotected, that’s the beauty of it.  IT NEVER WAS.  The alarm is not connected at the alarm company, so all it does is make a whole lot of noise, annoy the neighbors and bother Ollie (who considers annoying the neighbors to be HIS job and resents the competition).

So…how was YOUR day?