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| My parents. September 2016 |
Ever.
Even if their daughter became a missionary and raised their grandson in a different country. They don't travel. They'll fork out the money to bring us home for a visit and rent us a great apartment to stay in during our visit. They'll heavily support us each month. They'll write us emails and buy us an Ipad so that we can use Facetime to talk to them. All that and more, becuase they are amazing and generous parents. My Mom and Dad are two of my very closest friends on the planet and we have a great relationship.
But they don't travel. And since I live three countries away, this was becoming a problem. I miss them. Like, ALL the time. And their grandson misses them. They are the kind of parents who you want to have around all the time. My dream life would involve living next door to them and having my mom help me homeschool Z.
I prayed for them to come visit. I want to share my life with them and have them walk in my world for a while. To take them to the market and see the sights and smells of a weekly grocery-shopping trip. To chat beside the pila while I wash clothes by hand. To take a walk around the Base and pray together in the prayer room. For the whole three years that we've lived in Guatemala I have prayed for them to visit.
And then suddenly, unexpectedly, during a chat on Facebook, my mom announced that she'd started taking Spanish classes. I thought this sounded like good news, and suggested again that she come down to visit to hone her skills. To my shock and delight, she said she'd talk to my dad about it.
The next day, she wrote to say that since Dave will be in Canada for his sister's wedding in May, that she would travel back to Guatemala with him and spend a week with us! My mom, travelling? Apparently yes! Z started making plans for all the toys he wants to show his Moma.
It feels like a miracle. My beloved Mom is coming to visit me! I miss her everyday, but during these few days in May we will be together. We are so thankful and happy!
