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Every loan has a story.

Oh, friends, I am having such stupid blogging troubles. I have so many pictures that I want to share, but WordPress is not feeling cooperative. So I’m stuck between telling a story with words only, or no post at all.  I’m choosing to tell the story…

Imagine that you are one of the billion or so people in the world who live on less than $1.25 a day. Every day is a balancing act–things that middle-class Americans take for granted simply don’t exist.

If you have an idea that requires some capital, your only choice is to save. Your savings is in cash, so it’s easy to steal. If it’s paper, it can be destroyed by flood or flame or animals. You probably live in a culture that demands you support your family–whatever you have is theirs, and if they have a need and you have the means, well, you simply must share. The only kind of loan you can get is from a loan shark–you’re too small to deal with a bank, much less a credit card.

So without access to banking services, your options for working, having a business, or even improving your home are very limited at best. This is the gap that HOPE and Esperanza* seek to fill in the Dominican Republic.

Today I want to share the WHO and WHAT of HOPE. Tomorrow we can talk about the HOW–but I just really want to share some stories. Hopefully I can share pictures tomorrow!

During meetings in the villages of Mato Palacios and Casa Colorado we met about 25 women and men who were attending their bi-weekly meetings.  All of them wanted to tell their stories–here are a few.

  • A lady who makes and sells underwear. Her first loan was for a sewing machine. She has used her more recent loans to improve her home from wood to concrete block.
  • A lady who became literate through Esperanza* programs. She has a food stand.
  • A 13-year client who sells clothing house-to-house. She has bought a small farm outside the village, and now raises goats and crops as well as maintaining her business.
  • A shopkeeper who expanded her inventory through Esperanza loans.
  • A lady who had a road-side fry stand, and began farming. Her loan helped her to rent a tractor for plowing her farm.
  • A couple who make cheese and candy. They buy the milk from a cooperative. Loans paid for the equipment they need for making their products.
  • A lady whose clothing sales just bombed. (There is a lot of competition in this kind of business.) So she regrouped, bought a freezer, and now sells ice cream and ice. She sells about $1000 of ice cream per month, clearing $600.
  • A pig farmer.
  • A furniture maker who has used a series of loans to buy power tools. He now has enough orders to look for employees. He told us that when he started with Esperanza, his two prayers were to raise his children to follow the Lord, and to have a business that would succeed. He said that through Esperanza God had answered those prayers.
  • A corner shop order who had most recently added an ice cream freezer. In two years her business had gone from a loan of $125 (paid back) to her current loan amount of $1250. Her business has grown more than enough to support a larger loan and payment!
  • A lady who had started as a juice stand and now owns a corner store with large inventory.
  • A lady who sells cell-phone minutes. Through loans she has been able to improve her home to include a strong roof and concrete block construction.

When you read these stories, keep in mind that the vast majority of these loans are in the $125-$300 range. I can’t express how amazing it is to sit in a room with these people and listen as they describe their successes.

The president of Esperanza was also with us, and she told us what might have been the most important thing we heard that day.  She said that the associates wanted us to know that “It’s not about the money. We have dental, literacy, medical, business training…spiritual guidance…The focus is always on God’s will. We always read the Bible.”

We heard “Thanks to God…” and “With God’s help…” so many times this weekend. We saw the transformed lives that come from work. Really, it’s a transformation from powerlessness and vulnerability to self-determination and creativity.

We met two other super-stars, but I’m dying to share pictures with you, so I’m going to wait until tomorrow for their stories.

*HOPE International and Esperanza work in tandem in Dominican Republic to provide Christian-based microfinance services. Our trip was with HOPE but the services are all provided directly by Esperanza.

**UPDATE:  I’ve added pictures!

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Some of the associates at their bi-weekly meeting in Mato Palacios.
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A colmado in Casa Colorado. This sweet little baby was passed around the meeting–clearly, everyone loves her!
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Most of the associates from Casa Colorado. The man in blue is the furniture maker I mentioned earlier.
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Part of the village of Casa Colorado.
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Our ice-cream maker tells Alex about her success.
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Julianne from HOPE shows us what one associate’s passbook looks like. All of the loans, repayments and savings are recorded in this book and in Esperanza’s records.
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There’s that sweet baby again! She was so good during the meeting.
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Every meeting opens with a devotion. This week it was Isaiah 53.
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Sunshine turns Eleven

***I’m having technical difficulties getting my pictures up. Ugh. I’m posting this in the knowledge that I’ll be editing it tomorrow, I hope, to add pictures.***

Ever since she was born, we’ve thought of Darcy as our sunshine. Something about that wide-eyed, open smile. Plus she can be hilarious so we are always laughing.

Our baby girl turned 11 today. What a precious gift. We had dinner with all the grands tonight. Nothing fancy but a fun time around the table. And we laughed. A lot. I’m still trying to remember what Matthew said that started us just rolling at the dinner table. Isn’t it funny? The memories of the laughter last a lot longer than the joke itself.

Updated:

Here are the pictures I wanted to post the other night…

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Re-entry

Only in my hometown!
Only in my hometown!

We left town for four days, but I swear the kids are two years older. How does that happen?

I wanted to take a little break from telling about my trip. I still have so many thoughts just swimming around and I want to do a good job of telling the stories we heard. Not much processing went on today, though, because the kids had the day off and we needed to get caught up!

So today was back-and-forth to football practice, a visit to the orthodontist, a shopping trip to buy homecoming dance clothes, and time for a ride. In other words, right back into real life, where nothing that was on your list gets done but all of it is good.

We ended our day with Chinese food and a lot of conversation. It’s homecoming week this week and somehow we will need to pack ten days of crazy into a four-day week. Plus a super-sweet certain someone is celebrating her 11th birthday this week and cakes need to be made.

I’ll be back tomorrow with more about my trip. For tonight I’ll add a picture from the spectacular evening we had–unexpectedly! we thought it would rain–and marvel at how normal it all is. Re-entry, normal life…God is so good to us.

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It’s good to be home.
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One HOPEful weekend

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Prayer in a wheelbarrow workshop. This kind of sums up our weekend!

Bill and I just returned from a crash course in microfinance in the Dominican Republic. Somehow we were invited on the HOPE International President’s Trip, somehow we decided to go, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. We are amazed at the people we met, from the HOPE and Esperanza employees, to the associates, to the fellow President’s Trip attendees. We are just grateful for the opportunity.

In a nutshell, Esperanza provides Christian-based microfinance services in the Dominican Republic. When HOPE decided to work in DR, they discovered that the better mission would be to support Esperanza’s efforts that were already in place. It seems to be a terrific partnership. (And as a donor, you have to love an organization that doesn’t feel the need to recreate the wheel!)

Honestly, we just got back this afternoon and we are still kind of reeling from so many great things that we saw this weekend. But let me leave you with three thoughts for tonight:

About the HOPE and Esperanza employees: total commitment to loving Jesus and loving the associates (loan recipients), and wanting to deliver the best possible loan products even as they come alongside the associates to teach about Jesus, health care and business practices. This is how they serve the whole person, not merely the business that the associate owns.

About the associates (loan recipients):  dignity and pride as they shared their individual stories with us, and beautiful communities that we were able to glimpse.

About our fellow attendees: what amazing enthusiasm to see the Kingdom of God advanced not merely through a hand-out, but through entrepreneurship and a commitment to work and achievement.

If I had to think of one verse that encompassed  the whole weekend, it’s actually pretty easy:

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.–Colossians 3:17 (NIV)

I’m looking forward to sharing some specific stories as the week goes by!

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Still in Dominican Republic!

Yesterday, we met a lady who took a microfinance loan from HOPE and Esperanza to start a clothing business. It did not go well. In fact, it failed.
She regrouped, prayed, thought, and used the remaining money to buy a freezer.
She now sells her complete ice cream inventory of $50 (US) every TWO DAYS.
She is improving her home and has a savings account. And she is so proud of what she has built.
Ten thousand stories like that. I can’t wait to tell one or two more. God is so good.

Internet is extraordinarily limited here, so this will be my only post direct from DR. Sorry for no pictures…but I’ll have so much to share when we get home.

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Another benefit of blogging

Clarity! Actually, it’s any writing that helps.

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Stacks of journals…solid evidence that I used to write. A LOT. And then I drifted away.

I’ve found in the past couple of days that this mulling, on the page or screen, helps a good bit with clarity. I was getting ready to have a difficult conversation and was feeling muddled. So I started listing out all the points I needed to make. When I started my list the points felt disconnected, random.

But a picture emerged as I wrote. Much like the really complicated dot-to-dots that you might have done in the fourth grade, not the easy-peasy kindergarten ones.

I went into that conversation confident and, even better, clear. Clear where we needed to go, clear on what the situation truly was.

Here’s to more writing, and more clarity! Have you noticed anything like this in your writing life? And what should I do with all those notebooks?!

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When you just keep writing…

…because you said you’d do it 31 days in a row. That’s where I am.

About 3 weeks ago, I got something in my eye. Dust, maybe. Later that day I noticed that the side of my face was swelling, in particular the lymph node right by my ear. So I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day. She saw some debris, rinsed and prescribed an antibiotic to be extra careful. By Sunday I was in terrible pain and skipped church to go to urgent care where I was diagnosed with cellulitis. More drugs and more eye drops.

The next day the swelling still wasn’t down, so I called the eye doctor and went in. Pink eye! Of course. How strange. No one else had gotten it, and it hadn’t spread to my other eye. But, okay. Stronger antibiotic and steroid.

Tuesday, I woke up around 4 am with terrible stabbing pain in my eye. It would water just from the pain. The effort to see sent me into more spasms of pain. I waited until 8 to text my eye doc (he’s a great guy) and he texted me right back–Shingles. I’m calling in more medicine for you. Call me and let me know how you are doing.

Whew. Shingles. But there was no rash! None at all. I got the drugs…but by Wednesday the entire side of my face and throat were swelling. Back to my primary, where he absolutely agreed. “Wow, shingles. No rash. This is bad.”

Right away he sent me to an ENT across town because, in addition to screwing up your eyesight, shingles in your ear/lymph area messes with hearing and balance. By the time I drove back home that night I could barely see due to the pain, and was terribly dizzy. One-eyed + dizzy = stupid driving. I quit driving for five days.

So that was the first week. Two weeks and many, many more doctor visits later I’ve regained about 80% of my eyesight in that eye (at one point I couldn’t even see the top letter on the eye chart!) and the dizziness has receded a lot as well. I have to say I have gotten great care from my three doctors. But I’m just so tired and headache-y.

And frustrated. Yesterday I rode my sweet horse Finn for the first time in three weeks. That is a looooong time off for this old girl, and for that young hot-shot thoroughbred, too. He was a rock star, so sweet and attentive. Apparently he missed me. So I was feeling pretty great today as I decided to fit in a Pilates class.

I almost passed out. Before this shingles episode I rode four days a week, walked three miles a day (most days) and did Pilates two days a week. Active. I couldn’t make it through the whole hour today, and I was completely worthless the rest of the day. Cold sweat, light-headed…It took me 90 minutes to recover enough to eat lunch! And then I needed a nap and had no focus this afternoon.

So I’m sitting here wanting to write about lovely things and instead I sound like a whiny old lady going on about her ailments. I know I just have to be patient. But there is a joke in our house. I never, ever pray for patience, because the Lord doesn’t just give it to you. He teaches you. And that is one lesson I just am not interested in learning.

Prayers and good thoughts sent my way would be greatly welcome! I’m so ready to be free of this stupid virus. Back to more fun things tomorrow!

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Scenes from our life

Blogging makes me notice and record. I love that! Some scenes and a couple of memories from today…

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From electric to acoustic…
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Two heads are better than one, especially with algebra.
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Miss Darcy at cotillion.

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Matthew (Tenth Grade) has an assignment requiring him to identify a deity, a tragedy, and a bad leader from a civilization. He drew…Native Americans. Which is totally cool for the deity–tons!–and a tragedy–the Trail of Tears, HELLO, we live in Georgia. But when it came to the bad leader, he couldn’t find one! There are a ton of lists of great Native American leaders, but not one whisper of criticism of a possibly less-than-stellar Native American leader. Apparently they were all fabulous! His teacher said he should just pick the least good-sounding one. An assignment falls prey to political correctness.  Ha.

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The college letters have started to pick up for Matthew. Every day brings one or two.  Today there were four. Paige (Seventh Grade) eyed the stack of mail on the counter, sighed, and said, “I really just think Matthew should ignore all of that and live at home after he graduates.” Heart, melted.

We got some great news today for my husband’s company.  We will be celebrating–can’t really describe it any more than to say it feels like a huge weight has been lifted. We are so grateful.

Thanks for visiting! If you blog, what do you notice when you are posting more? What do you miss when you don’t post?

 

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Honest Answers

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This was today’s Proverb on Daily Audio Bible (which is something you should really discover if you haven’t already. Different post. Ahem).

Talk about getting smacked between the eyes. I think I could now re-title my month of writing as “31 days of honesty,” because that’s been my problem.

I want to unpack this verse. It might take a couple of posts, even, because there is just so much going on. I feel very out of practice in my writing, so that I can’t even get to the important nugget here, but I hope I can get close to some of what this verse is making me see today.

When I first heard the verse today, I thought about how refreshing and sweet it can be to get an honest answer. More than that, it feels intimate. The person who is answering feels comfortable in expressing their honesty to me, and knows I won’t reject them because it. Just like a kiss on the lips–vulnerable and sweet and loving.

And then, of course, there is offering the answer.  When I am really honest, it feels so vulnerable. How do I know that the person I offer my answer to is even worth the risk?

And this is where I started thinking about this blog (and my old blogging efforts). I want to be honest. But it is scary–more accurately, intimidating. And also, maybe misplaced. I am a grown woman and I certainly don’t need to be emoting all over the internet.

But further. Making the offer of a sweet, honest observation or answer can be a real gift to the recipient. Here’s an example, because I’m having trouble explaining exactly what I mean. At church yesterday a friend observed that our kids are so friendly with each other. They really like each other! And he asked if they were always like that (yep, pretty much) and how we did that. OF COURSE my first instinct is to brush it off with a mumble of “luck,” “God is good,” “you should see them other times…” but you know what? That isn’t the whole truth. They ARE good friends, and some of that is due to some decisions that Bill and I made very intentionally when they were quite little.

Not being honest deprives my friend (or a reader) of that kiss. It really might help someone and I should be unafraid of the risk of sharing an honest experience I’ve had. It isn’t bragging and it’s not going to jinx my kids so that they hate each other from here on out. It’s not boasting but sharing real, true parenting experience that had a great result so far.

So here’s to honesty. And to the raw vulnerability that a kiss on the lips can feel like. And maybe I’ll share my ideas about helping your kids be friends another day.

**OH! That picture up there–I need to say that I didn’t take that, duh, but a wonderful photographer in Paris did. You can click here to find out more.**