Ecclesiastes 3 rang true today. At different times throughout the day I thought about this verse and it wasn't until the end of the day that I understood why it kept popping into my head.
I have been a full-time nanny to two kids from an English speaking country. I can't share the details of why they are here but it isn't an accident that they are here. Today we went to the Child Protective Services office for them to have a meeting with a diplomat from their country's embassy.
Our day began at 5:00 with me literally pulling the boy out of bed. The little girl was having stomach pains, so I had to talk her out of the bathroom when transportation arrived. When we finally got in the van, we (CB) shuttled around some kids and staff to various parts of the city for them to complete their days work. Then we were dropped off on the side of the road in front of a large business building.
Let me just pause the story to say....it is amazing to me that the orphanage considers me to be a person that knows enough Spanish to take these non Spanish speaking children to meet with a foreign diplomat in the city into a building we don't know. I don't think this was a wise decision because I know how much I still struggle with Spanish. You should also know we survived, so I guess it was ok that they allowed me to be in-charge for this meeting.
Continuing story...We sat around the lobby of the building playing UNO and eating Cheerios for a hour and a half. The children saw a person that looked like the diplomat we were there to meet walk into the lobby and said, "is that who wants to talk to us." Yes, it was the guy. He asked to speak to the kids privately and then the fun started. After some time, the man asked to speak with me privately and told me that he was in the country to have a Guatemalan judge sign over legal guardianship to him. After that he planned to take them back to their homeland. This lead me to a serious of questions about his plan of action including: Who would care for them at home? What did there mom want? Remember mom is in jail in Guatemala.
He informed me that dad would take care of them. Uh, What? I was told dad was died. The diplomat said while laughing, "Oh no, he is very much alive and is very willing to care for his children". Well that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy (Sarcastic). Lets pack up the kids and send them off to live with the formerly dead dad. After talking to the kids about this, I learned they haven't seen their dad for 3 years. I never got a straight answer from anyone of why CB was told the dad was dead. Red Flag! This new information made me want to ask the now un-dead father a lot of questions like: Why aren't YOU in Guatemala getting your kids? Why haven't these kids seen you in 3 years?
When I looked at my kids in one of several private meeting with the diplomat and lots of other adults standing in a circle around them, they looked traumatized. I interrupted and had them come out of the room, sit with me, and talk about the situation. Tears rolled down their checks and they were admit about staying in Guatemala and not leaving the country with the diplomat.
In an earlier private meeting the diplomat had with me, he asked me to talk the kids into leaving with him. He realized the children trusted me and listed off all the reasons why returning to their homeland was better than their current life at CB. Unfortunately for him, I was no help to him. His plan didn't seem like a better life for them. I know what these kids do each day because I am living it with them. They are learning about Christ, playing soccer, playing in the band, and they are safe.
After about two hours of private meeting, we were ushered into a van and on our way to the courthouse. In the van, the kids unloaded their emotions on me and asked me a bunch of questions I couldn't answer. I just reminded them that God had this all under control and things would end up just the way he had planned.
After waiting a bit for the judge, all of us adults and my two kids sat in a small room for a herring. The kids were crying because it seemed they would be returning home with a stranger, not their mom. The judge called for a break and I fought for the kids to be able to call their mom. They needed to hear what she wanted and I told the judge this fact. The next hour was spent with the judge, the diplomat, and the kids taking turns talking to the mom on the phone.
Then a new court time was set for 2:30 that afternoon. Luckily, CB's social worker had arrived at the court during the hour long conversation with mom so I had another ear to fill with this craziness. He didn't have any answers but he had a car that took us to McDonalds. It was good for all of us to have a chance to process this unexpected turn of events and to laugh for a bit.
When we returned for court, the diplomat and the judge met for about an hour before the children were told there worst thoughts would come true. This man had custody of them and they would be going with him tonight. Tomorrow they would visit their mother at the jail for the last time and would return home in the afternoon. All three of us sobbed for a few minutes and then got in the van with our social worker friend to return to CB.
The kids continued to ask me questions about the future on the ride home from court that I couldn't answer. The little boy told me with tears running down his cheek that he was praying to God that something would happen so they could stay at CB. We began packing their things when we returned to CB. The kids asked me several times to pack more slowly so they would have more time at CB. When their luggage and book-bags I packed for them were in the car, I prayed for them, put them in a car, and watched them leave.
This is the first time I have had to do this part of caring for kids in this capacity. It hurts. It is so easy to fall in love with kids, and I know the Lord placed these kids in my care. I am honored that God allowed me to teach them about him. I appreciate the Lord being so kind to me to give me these kids for this short time of their lives.
Today I had no idea that God would take them away (Ecclesiastes 3) from me which reminds me to use the time the Lord gives you wisely. People talk about living each day as their last, but it is easier for me to think about making the most out of every opportunity God gives me. I am in my life circumstances and you are in your life circumstances because God allowed it. You never know when the opportunity to share the gospel with someone will be taken from you. Today is the day to tell them about Christ, because you may not be able to share it with them tomorrow.
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Praying for the kids before they left. |