Yesterday morning our diabetic lady and her family came to our door again. Her name is Micaela (not Adrianna), and her husband, son, daughter, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter all drove up in the son's truck to learn how to take her blood sugar and give her insulin. They were so polite, even taking their shoes off at the door before they came into clinic. It was funny to see the girls walking around barefoot and the guys in their socks, with a pile of the family's shoes at the door. Leslie and Katie instructed, quizzed, and then quizzed again the family on how to take care of Micaela. I got to spend some time with the Miguel and Manuel (the son and dad). Miguel is still thinking about accepting Christ, but at least he was honest. Manuel confidently said that he was a Christian now. We talked about their history and went over how to pray. They should be back this Saturday for clinic.
Today the road to Chiminisijuan wasn't as bad as last week. The road crew (about 25 men with hoes) have really worked it over. The way the road crew works is the community schedules work days where all the able men of the village get together for a community project. Wher
e there are no machines, there is power in numbers. The most memorable thing from today in clinic was a family who came in close to the beginning. Leslie knows the story better (I was busy with some of our nutrition kids), so you can check the ministry blog for a more detailed story. When I walked over at the end though, Leslie and Armando (our Quiche preacher/translator) where praying with the woman and her three kids to rededicate their lives to Christ. The dad wasn't a very good dad. I'm pretty sure he's drunk all the time. But it was really good to see this mom and her kids so hungry for God. The little boy was leaning forward in his chair to hear every word from Armando's mouth! Times like that remind me of why I'm here. (You can see the family in this picture as they walked out the door).
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