This blog is posted out of order due to some technical difficulties during the week.
Dear blog; We went to bed last night thinking that tomorrow was going to be such a fun and easy day.. but things took a nasty turn. I think we all just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. We started the day off late and didn’t get up until around 6:00. We got up to lunch and only had like 10 minuets to eat breakfast. Then we headed to the house. When we got there, we still had to finish painting the ceiling of the living room, paint a whole other bedroom, the kitchen and finish priming and painting the bathroom. The stressful part is that we only had 5 people. So immediately we went to work to try to get as much done as we could before they send helpers from the other house. Let me tell you this, the house is what I wanna call as shotgun house. There was a door in the front and the back that were aligned. So if I were to shoot a shotgun, it would just keep going. But there were two rooms that were, as I like to call them, hot boxes. This just put all the more stress on the situation. Isabela’s room was definitely the hottest. At the time it was just me and Alyssa so it wasn’t that hot when we were painting the cracks of the house. The rest of our team is finishing the ceiling at the time. It was just getting so hot and the fumes were so incredibly strong that we were getting light headed and just needed a break. So now the thoughts are going through our heads such as we’re never going to finish this, there is no point if we aren’t going to finish it, and we can’t possibly finish. Now we have the problems of not enough paint, or not enough brushes and containers for the paint. I think that we had Ty and Daniel making trips back and forth to our house like 5 times. Luckily, then we had some other team members come over to help, but the problem is that they didn’t bring anything with them so we are short brushes again. When we finally get everything situated, we now have the same people still working on the ceiling and 5 people in Isabela’s room. We were all so frustrated that we decided to go for a prayer walk. I choose to stay there to clean the floors. I went to the back porch and could do nothing but cry. I just needed to get it out. So I sat by myself outside and prayed for patience. After we finished the majority of the room, it was about time for lunch. Isabela was not ready to feed 10 or more people so just my family stayed to eat. And let me tell you, we had been warned about the house we were going to be entering. Daniel told us that the older gentle man is handicap and the daughter, Isabela, was a standoff-ish kind of person. Just thinking that they are letting strange Americans into their house and they are STILL going to cook for us. That amazed me! And by this time I had been feeling so much better! Throughout the day, the old gentle man warmed up to us and happens to be hilarious. He jokes with us all day long. And Isabela was so sweet and always had a smile on her face. It made me feel so warm and welcomed. After lunch, Alyssa and I went to paint the bathroom. So we had Joseph ask him if he needed to use it before we close the door and get started. He said no and to go ahead, so we did. When we finished we left the bathroom and started painting the frame of the bathroom outside of it, when out of know where this man starts talking to me in Portuguese like I understand him. At the end of his sentence all I heard was pee pee, so I yelled for Joseph to translate for me. Joseph just started cracking up. I asked what he had said and this is what he repeated to me, “ look what you did, you closed the bathroom door and I had no where to go. You made a mess!” I wanted to cry! I felt so bad that I had made a little old man pee his pants. Then he started laughing. Then he pointed to the sink and showed me that he had washed the dishes and that it was water on his pants. Worst. Prank. Ever. He couldn’t stop laughing. But at the same time I was so amazed that God really opened up the heart of this man and his daughter to where they can laugh with us and communicate with us. When the end of the day came, we had gotten so much accomplished! Now we only have the ceiling in Isabela’s room, and the kitchen. Tomorrow is our last day so we are praying and praying that God will allow us patience to get done what we came here to doJ
Love always, Jesselyn ❤