It was an unexpected visit. I was running an errand for my roommate and they happened to be outside of the centro, two of our newest students (preschool and first grade) and their mother who was holding their 7 month old half-brother. They invited me home for a visit. I parked my pasola in front of a cement house and thought "Wow, not bad! Nice house!" But then little Ana* said "This way," took my hand, and led me back behind the house to a tiny, one room, wooden shack. The walls were see-through. The tin ceiling was riddled with holes. There was one bed and another small, flat, filthy mattress on the ground. A small stove. One table with random recycled plastic containers. They walk down to the open sewage canal when they need to use the restroom. Their mom, Pamela*, borrowed a broken plastic chair from a neighbor for me to sit in while she sat on the dirt floor next to me. We sat and talked for a long while. Pamela is from the capital. She recounted her past as a prostitute, where the money was easy but the work was devastating. I tried not to widen my eyes when she told me that she is only 22. I did the math. A mom at 15 and two babies by the time she was 16. She is new here and knows no one except her children and the father of her youngest baby boy. He has children with at least three women in our town. Pamela says "Disculpa la confianza que tengo para decirte..., Excuse the confidence I have to tell you..." (As if that could ever be a bad thing) "...but before I moved here, I thought of leaving my children in an institution. I couldn't handle them. I couldn't handle myself." She was such a young mother, of course she couldn't handle them. She continued, "But I thank God for this school. My kids had never been to school before. And now I feel so much better. This school is...incredible. My kids are changing. They're good now. I feel great." I stood to leave, heart full of gratitude, love, and sorrow - a sweet and holy mixture. She said "Please don't go yet! I love having someone here to talk to." I assured her that I'd be back and since she wouldn't let me return with food today, I told her I'd bring some next time and she wasn't allowed to tell me "no." The family was going to share 1/2 of a bowl of rice for dinner tonight. I can't wait to get back there soon. Lord, thank you for the fresh eyes You have given me for my purpose - or better yet, Your purpose - here in Monte Plata. I will serve You. I will follow You. I will love as you have loved me.The next afternoon I raced to Pamela's house after school to let her know that we were starting a young women's Bible study in our home and that I wanted her to come. She quickly agreed and said she would invite her neighbors too. She showed up 45 minutes early (which is not a very Dominican thing to do) with her three children and two neighbor children. The kids played on the school playground until dark and then cuddled on my bed in front of my laptop to watch The Lion King and eat cookies while a group of 12 ladies studied the Bible together in the living room. Pamela was only able to stay for a short time because she had to get back home before her boyfriend arrived and found that she wasn't there. I loaded her and the kids up with more cookies and some food and sent them on their way.
Pamela was back a few days later. It was the weekend which means that her kids wouldn't be receiving breakfast, lunch, and a snack at school. She had no food for them and was on her way to sell some of her best clothes in hopes of earning enough money to buy food for the weekend. I gave her food money and assured her that she can always come to us for help. Pamela knows how easy it would be for her to earn money fast. She made good money in the sex-industry here. All it takes is one simple "yes" to be back in the middle of it. But Pamela is determined to have something better. She told me while I was at her house that she talks to all of her kids, but especially to her 6 year old daughter, about leaving abusive men behind, buying a house one day, and having a "real job." She told me "I want her to know there are better things out there for women. I want her to know that she can hope for better things."
Pamela came by again today. She asked if I have any work she can do around the house to make some money. I told her to come by on Thursday after the kids get out of school but she quickly reminded me "We can't clean on Thursday! Thursday is Bible study!" She's coming Wednesday instead. Pamela also knows how to wash, dry, cut, and style hair. Unfortunately, she has none of the tools she needs to do that. Our school director and I would like to provide her with a blowdryer, a set of combs and brushes, and a few bottles of shampoo to enable Pamela to start her own small business and provide for her family. We think we can do all of that for $4,000 pesos or $95.00 USD. If you are interested in helping Pamela get a new start, please email me at Kristin.L.Barber@gmail.com.**
"And I will give you a new heart, and a new Spirit I will put within you..."
- Ezekiel 36:26
*Names changed to protect privacy.
** Update: Less than an hour after this blog was posted, the $95.00 needed for Pamela's business start-up was generously donated. However, her son is still up for sponsorship at our school. If you are interested in helping sponsor her son for $39/mo or $468/year, please email me! We have many new children looking for sponsors this year. You can be the one the Lord uses to change not only a child's life, but an entire family!
