The day arrived, it was time for the roof pour on Noehmi and family's new house. We would be mixing in a rented mixer, and pouring with two visiting families, our friends Patrick and Audra, and our new master mason friend, Enrique. It would not be an easy day, but I had faith that God would show up in the ways He always does.
Our our way out to where we'd be working we stopped by to introduce the visiting mission team to Noehmi and her family, to drop off some groceries, and to pray with the family before we served them for the day.
Noehmi was home with her sister, her grandmother, and with her baby. They were making tamales to sell to help provide for themselves. We shared with them where we were headed for the day, and I even had a chance to share with grandma a few digital pictures of their house on my camera. They had not yet seen any of the progress, and the grandmother's face says it all. She looked like a child on Christmas day.
"Be sure you do a good job," grandma told us. "I want to be sure the roof has a good slope on it, so it doesn't leak," she said with a grin,"I'm going to die in that house."
Wow, what pressure. As I translated what she had just said we were all speechless, realizing that grandma already had the perspective that THIS would be her last house, the last place she'd ever live. This house will be the house she lives in when she dies. What an assignment we had ahead of us today.