Tuesday

Paul
Do you have a window in your office? Does the sun draw its rays across your shoulders? We work inside a beautiful painting every day. Our second house build occurred alongside a mountain ridge. Six giant windmills dotted an adjacent ridge. Their 60 foot long blades spun in a never ending circle challenging us to work as long and as hard a they do. So we did.
Our second house of the week went up swiftly and smoothly. The girls from our group put up a wall all by themselves. Their first board was a smattering of bent nails and missed hammer strikes followed by curses of acceptable nature. By the sixteenth board they were pros. They worked hard until noon and then left us to help with a ladies day on the mountain. They performed pedicures and manicures washing the hands and feet of the hard working women of the mountain. The women were overheard whispering about our girls being angels and marveling at their humility. Only through Christ can we make such an impression.
The weather has been beautiful for us as we build. Temps have been in the low eighties with a constant beach style breeze. Normally we're clamoring for water and fighting hand cramps but this year we've prayed with the family the house belonged to still feeling refreshed. Thank you Lord for blessing us in this way.
The most comical and most dangerous part of building a home is climbing down from the roof after we've finished placing the tin. 1/4 inch siding juts out from the walls in odd lengths forming our ladder. Some of the steps are difficult to reach and are almost impossible to find when legs are shaky with fear. This makes for a hilarious one step forward two step back rooftop cha cha unless you're the one doing the dance. I typically am the one. We wound up borrowing a rickety piecemeal ladder from a Honduran to get Hannah down. Still she stood on my shoulders for the descent. It broke and we got down faster than expected. No Gringos were harmed during the telling of this story.