Well...my dear hubby could not escape his kidney stones. He had some pain on his left side and we got some injectable pain meds and it must have passed during the night because it never bothered him again. But not so with the right side. We were playing canasta with some friends when the pain hit severely and I had to drive us home where I administered my first ever needle, yikes. The pain subsided and he slept well but while traveling with Juan, the next day, to get some things the pain hit again. To make a long story shorter, let’s just say that in one day he got an ultrasound, a CT scan and saw a urologist. At first we thought he might need surgery but the doctor tried a different method of injecting medication directly into the kidney to relieve pain and dilate the ureter and in 24 hours he passed the first stone with no pain. Woo hoo!! The second one is still moving so yes that means pain coming and going. We are so grateful to be here and getting the excellent treatment at such a low cost. There is more to this story so if you wish to hear, “the rest of the story” feel free to contact us.
Thanks to God and his speaking to the right person at the right time we were able to get and later install the last of the border tiles in the bathroom we are working on. Once Tim is well enough we will return to do the grouting.
Spending time and an excellent meal with the lead pastor and his wife of the SCCC was a lot of fun. What a joy to spend time with fellow believers in Christ. We really feel blessed to be able to spend time here.
We just returned from spending a couple of nights in San Bernardo. Our main purpose was to head up to La Mesa to drop off David, who is from a mountain village and had been down here at the mission working to raise money for a small (micro) video projector to show teaching films to the people of his village. We met him a couple of years ago when he came down to go to Bible school here in San Carlos. My has he changed from a very quiet and timid young man into someone willing to attempt conversation in a language that is not his first. Many things, such as blankets and clothing and so on were given to him to bring home. From this village where we left him he was going to walk up the mountain (no roads) another 4-5 hours and come back with some burrows (mules) to carry up the supplies. In the village where we left him we were able to present a children’s program with some songs and teaching. These people in this pueblo (town) mostly consisted of the native Indians from here. Mexico, like many other parts of the world has native inhabitants and here like other parts of the world not all the native inhabitants get along. And here, like other places the people who came after do not always treat the natives with the respect they deserve.
After crossing the river we paused for lunch and all of a sudden a man came riding along the river bank on his burrow. Much to my surprise he had somehow communicated with Juan (indirectly) and knew we were coming and hoped to meet up with us as he needed a ride to San Bernardo where he would take the bus further to eventually reach his destination and get the government money that was promised to him. The chance of him meeting us just at that time was only a God thing. They did not get any rain in the mountains this last season so the crops did not produce. Then, at the place where he left his burrow, we were able to do another children’s program and share the gospel. We may never know the impact of the seeds that were planted.
On Saturday we were able to share our program again at the home of Pastor Rafael and his wife Mirsha. This is the location where a few years back we helped complete a building for a children’s feeding center. In attendance was at least 60 children and several moms. The first night we arrived here we took down a old mouldy tent and replaced it with some fabric screening. It sure made the place more suitable for their needs. Hopefully some day more funds will come so they can have a proper permanent shade structure. This couple was so pleased to have our team there and the children enjoyed our songs and stories.
After a long ride home I was looking forward to a good nights sleep back in our own bed but alas it is Saturday night here in the Ranchitos. What does that mean, you say? Well, it’s party night. And it seems that despite the pandemia the parties seem to be more and more as each week passes. The beach was full as we passed as well. It’s so wonderful to see people getting together again. We all need each other.
So, as much as I would love to just drift off to a peaceful sleep the music is much too loud so instead I type.






































































