A friend from Puno, farther south in Peru, invited us to listen in to their church service this morning. I tried to download the necessary application, but I could not even get the app store to open up. Service has been especially slow the past few days.
With that failed, I tried connecting to the service in Virginia via phone call. It took a little, but I was finally able to get a connection. We had been connected only a few minutes when the dogs started barking. A check out the window revealed Alicia was here!
We hadn’t seen her in a good while with the lockdown in place. She said she wanted to come today since it was Father’s Day. She had prayed that God would provide her a taxi, but since it is Sunday, taxis are not allowed to run.
But she said when she started out, she was able to flag down a young man headed to Lima. She asked him to take her to a bakery before bringing her to our place. That seems incredible, but he did it. She not only arrived, but she came with a Father’s Day cake for me. How special!
We changed things up and had our Spanish service with her. She really enjoyed singing and praying with us. She says she has several more people who want to come with her when we are able to legally meet again. That would be great.
After our service, we all started making lunch together. Alicia was curious to see our animals, so we went on a walk around the farm while the chicken baked in the oven. She was thrilled to see all the pregnant does. She wants to come back when the babies arrive.
Back inside, we found Seth and Shawn cutting up cucumbers for our salad. This was not a good idea. Both of them were bleeding from a few cuts on their fingers and hands. Why they weren’t crying, I don’t know. Bandages on, we carried on with lunch prep.
Alicia had brought some choclo, which she and the children worked at shelling while we talked. She says her mom, who is ninety-two, is healthy but is losing her mind more and more. It’s hard on Alicia to see her losing control of her senses.
While we were talking, I received a message from my dad that my Granny was doing poorly. Alicia wasn’t glad to hear it, but it did seem to encourage her to realize we have our sufferings, too. We talked a long while about the end of life, hope in Jesus, and being ready to meet God. (Thank you for praying for my mom’s family during this time.)
Lunch was excellent. We had Alicia’s cake for dessert. She was tickled that the children wanted more than was good for them. I took the boys upstairs for naps while the ladies cleaned up before Alicia left.
Today could have been a lonely day for us, but God gave us a gift by sending a friend. And He gave her a gift by answering her prayers about the taxi and the cake. Isn’t He kind?
P.S. Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. The best advice I’ve received on how to be a good dad was given to me by a preacher named Leroy and my deacon in Virginia: The best way to be a good father is to love your children’s mother.
Since they both agree, having never met, and since they are both wise men, I think it’s excellent advice.