What a day
You may be wondering what we do on a normal day around here. During the summer we either have a work group building a house during the week, or we are prepping a house for the next week. And by "we" I mean the guys. Although I have shoveled gravel two mornings while I've been here (and felt the pain the next day), I'm mostly at home. The every day business of running a daycare happens day in and day out, and Heidi and I help in the kitchen and help mom with errands.This week we have a dental team in. They are incredibly hard workers and have been putting in long days. They examined our children and staff on Monday, had a public dental clinic on Tuesday, went to a retirement home yesterday, and are continuing public dental care today and tomorrow.
This morning dad and I started off the morning by driving down to a migrant camp to look for a boy we've met before. He's 12 and has teeth growing out of the inside of the top of his mouth. After talking with an older gentleman from the community, and on the advice of the crowd of children, we found Raul off playing with his brother and friends. After showing them the temporary tattoo I had on my arm (they were quite interested, I tell you!) I arranged with him to get picked up tomorrow morning so he could come and see the dentist.
I got back and organized some clothes with Heidi for a camp visit we are doing tomorrow, where we will distribute clothes (left from last week's group), and shoes (that this dental team brought).
Amidst all of this, the dental team that is here (one dentist, two assistants, one hygienist) was running out of anesthetic. We were really worried about this because we have a line of people waiting outside, and a list of names of people to see. Mom called at the orphanage clinic across town to see if we could borrow some, promising that the dentist we have now will repay them. Well, it turns out that they are having their biggest clinic of the year next week, and would need the anesthetic to be repaid this weekend. How could this happen if our dentist was not leaving until Saturday?
God works. Mom called the youth pastor of the group that is coming this next week. They will be stopping in California, and can stop by this dentist's office, where one of his workers will give him anesthetic to bring down on Saturday. Through this, the clinic can be repaid by the dentist that is here this week. How amazing is that? We could have been having a team from San Diego or L.A. coming and we would miss this opportunity, and possible miss the ability to treat all of this people who are waiting for the dentist. But no, God works, and instead our next group is driving (not flying, like a lot of groups do!), and driving straight through this dentist's town on their way to Mexico. God is good.
And hey - all that happened, and it's not even lunchtime yet! And I just got reminded by mom that the dental assistants need help pumping up soccer balls for their soccer outreach this afternoon. I'm OFF!
posted by Meghan @ 11:35 AM
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