I can't recall a time in my life when I have felt more like an "earthen vessel" or a "jar made of clay" than right now, living in this far-away place and doing work that far exceeds my skill set, miles from my comfort zone and learning the guidelines of a culture, language and geography that have never truly been mine.
More than three months in our new-found Philippine life brought changes - both welcome and unwelcome - and I want to share them in my pray-for-us, encourage-us kind of way . . .
My handsome, helpful first-biological child has moved out of our house. He lives in a shelter for street kids about two hours away.
I miss him very much but I am also bursting with pride that my boy made this choice. It is a life different from his at home.
He uses a bucket for a shower, he has had to learn new bus and jeep routes to get around a bigger, more dangerous, more crowded city than the one in which we now live. He has had to overcome his own bit of shyness and jump into the unfamiliar to get involved.
He recently went on a 4-day trip with friends, ate his first balut (duck embryo) and is getting a chance to make friends from walks of life we never knew when we were in the states. I am honored to watch this son-of-mine becoming the man that he is intended to be.
|Yes, he jumped!!!!!!!!|
My only-daughter is just a few months from high school graduation. She is working on her LAST math course and then she will be a high school graduate. I see her thriving in this new country and am so thankful for the time we have been spending together. She got her first-ever pedicure with me last week and, although she laughed through the whole foot massage portion, seemed to like the results. I know I did! Elliana is having a portfolio done to explore the possibility of doing some modeling here. The "mestiza" (half Filipino/half white) look is super popular here. Don't believe me? Come walk through the mall with my girl. It honestly feels like going out in public with a rock star. Groups of giggly teen girls ask if they can take a picture with her. Boys stare with their mouths half open. Elliana is very good natured and generally just waves and smiles (sending the gawkers into a stunned silence) but every now and then, I do see it taking a toll. She just wants to order her meal or buy a shirt sometimes without the giggles and stares. This is a "problem" I think most of us wouldn't mind having . . . ha ha ha! Elliana has been working with a reading group of Bartimaeus Kids on Saturdays and being an all-around great help to me. I'm proud of her in a million ways!
For the last two months, we have been getting to know Ariel, our newest family member, in a deeper way. Ariel is the full biological sibling of our son, Lem. He is 23. He has a sweet, happy spirit and is truly NEVER in a bad mood. He is happy, tired, hungry or a combination of the three at all times! Ariel went from his desperately poor family into institutional care at age 8. He has traveled many paths from orphanage to adoptive home to disrupted adoption (in The Philippines), back into a shelter, independent living, shelter again and finally, our family. I'm sure he bears the scars of this kind of life but, to tell you the truth, we don't see scars. We see optimism and a trust that God is there and always has been. We see cognitive delays. Early malnutrition is a beast, people! The things it does to children are truly irreversible without a miracle from God. This broken world has left Ariel with life long learning challenges that will change his course in dramatic ways. I spent many years in The States trying to bring Ariel into our family. When we finally got here and were able to commit to him as parents, I felt that dream realized but, the truth of the matter is, teaching an adult to read, with all of his memory and processing issues is HARD WORK! It requires that I pray through each school day in a new way, asking the Lord to give Ariel retention, to make connections, to show him the value of what he's learning. For myself, the prayer is always patience and compassion no matter how I "feel" that morning or how my night's sleep was. This young man is counting on me. God has been so gracious to wrap this difficult teaching challenge in such a sweet, compliant, eager-to-learn package. I love this young man and that goes a long way at the teaching table. Yet another chance to remember "it's NOT about me."
|Ariel with Ezekiel and Amaris, doing his usual thing - being awesome with the little kids!|
Ezekiel is kind of potty training but, the stubborness innate in his Down Syndrome is making this a cirque du soleil- level challenge for Mama. I'm kind of up to up, kinda not.
This language is tonal -changing the emphasis on a syllable changes the word but it is also a language where one word can mean 10 things depending on where you place it in a sentence. Yeah . . .I know. And I laugh when I remember believing the notion that "everyone in The Philippines speaks English." They don't. And they don't have to. I'm in their country and I should learn their language. Period. SOME people here speak excellent English. Who? Professionals, social workers, etc. Who DOESN'T? Young children, the poor, anyone who hasn't been to school grade 3 and up. . . most everyone we are ministering to. I am thankful I have a husband and two sons who are not only bilingual but can translate for me! I am jealous of them. And prideful. I don't want a translator, I want to speak for myself. Humbled again. Sure I need it.
The Bartimaeus Project:
I have never worked this hard in my life! Certainly not in the 16 years since quitting my Special Ed job in California and homeschooling my own brood. Yes, I have worked very very hard as a homeschool mom but this is a whole new kind of tired! Aside from the weekly Bartimaeus Learning Center enrichment classes, we are doing outreach with a local street ministry, mountains of paperwork for our project, visiting orphanages, working on becoming licensed foster parents, and a host of other small tasks that we know God has asked us to do so we do them. Our original target for ministry here was blind children living in orphanages. We came here with our braille-writer, tons of sensory games and activities for the blind and prepared to self-teach braille immediately.
We arrived to find a few children in orphanages with visual impairments - and we offered our services to them - but, for the most part, kids with visual impairments are not in orphanages. They are turned away because of the high cost of caring for them. We then broadened our scope to work with children with all types of special needs, still holding out for visually-impaired as our primary focus.
We found that there are so many children in care with special needs. So, so many. We have had to be particular with who we serve, making the most of our time and resources. THAT is a foreign concept to me. I like to throw open the doors and say "everyone, come on in!" but, realistically, we can't do that. It would painfully short-change the children we are seeing who have real, genuine needs.
And I am growing to love these kids so much that holding back, for THEIR sakes, is becoming easier.
Our goals over here are:
1. To open a full-time Special Education school for orphans with visual impairments and other special needs.
2. To eventually turn that school into an orphanage so we can invest daily, moment-by-moment in the children.
3. To share the awesome, life-changing news of salvation through Jesus with the kids - and live it out FOR REAL.
True fact: We need a BUNCH more monthly donors. We have been blessed with awesome one-time gifts. We are so thankful for those. They got us over here, they help keep us moving forward. But in order to plan and budget, we so SO desperately need people to pledge monthly. I'm not going to tell you to give up your Starbuck's for an orphan or to stop eating out after church so one of our BP kids can have lunch and books. All that stuff stays between you and the Lord. Adults works that out for themselves.
But I AM going to say, the more monthly giving that comes in, the more we can do over here. It's a simple equation. You give and we work. We're working already WITHOUT being totally funded (or paid) because God has blessed us personally. But eventually our own resources will run out and we really, really want to be here for the long haul. I promise I will NOT try to shake you down in every blog post but I have to be true to my pledge to be transparent on this blog. I think my long-time readers know I share the good, bad and the brutally ugly have been written here over the years.
Anyway, if you feel like God is asking you to support The Bartimaeus Project, you can do it one of two ways:
1. Donate via paypal on the web site (www.bartimaeusproject.org)
2. Send checks offline (the info on how to do that is on the web site, too.
PLEASE pray for our project's big fund raiser!!!! It's happening in Baltimore, Maryland at the Grammercy Mansion on
on Thursday (October 24th) in the evening. ( For more info, email Emily Russell at firstname.lastname@example.org).
We are asking God to fully fund our year on that night. Will you ask, too? He can do it.
SO, there it is. The mega-update I have been wanting to share for quite awhile and when the internet service and time clock aligned, it was done!
From one Earthen Vessel to another . . .