Just Smile & Nod

Today was my first day at the BHC, but first, I will tell you what happened leading up to that point.

I spent all day Saturday with Sandee and Pami, shopping at the Saturday open  market and various grocery stores to stock up the kitchen. It was cool getting to see the city.

Saturday night, we visited the Hope Center. It was the first time that the kids saw Rich and Sandee again after being gone for a year. Seeing the kids reaction to having them back nearly brought me to tears. They love them so much. A few of them cried because they were so happy.

Sandee said to me, "This is why we come back."

It's why I come back too.

Sunday, before church (because it doesn't start until eleven a.m.), I made a chocolate cake for us to have as a dessert this week. The middle sunk in because of the altitude. :/

At church, it was just a normal service. They don't really have Easter here. It's too complicated to explain why, even I don't understand. Sandee did tell me that they asked Pastor Freddy about it one time, and he replied, "But it already happened over 2000 years ago!" I thought that was funny.

So, now I'll tell you about my first day.

I spent the first half of the day with the First Steps toddlers from the prison. It was fun, and I was completely in my element. The only downside is the language barrier. No matter how many times that I tell people that I don't understand what they are saying, they wait for me to respond. I usually just smile and nod; what else am I supposed to do?

All of the children here are precious to me, though. I feel bad when they try to talk to me, and I can't respond. I'm praying that I will learn fast.

I spent the rest of the day with kids from the Hope Center. Even when we can't talk, having each other's company seems to be enough.

This week is going to be very busy because we are celebrating two birthdays at the Hope Center. We have to buy presents, make two cakes, and we are also having a pizza and ice cream party for them. On Saturday, we'll take them shopping. Sounds like my kind of birthday; I'm excited.

Well, that's pretty much it for the past few days.

Thanks for reading.

Rosita. 3 years old.