Who says God isn’t good?
“We’re finishing this house by five,” Caleb repeated as we drove to our second house of the day. When we stepped out at our first house after an hour and a half of driving–a ride complete with Dwayne losing his breakfast coffee–we knew there was no way to build two houses in one day. We hadn’t done it yet, and this was the farthest location. They told us this part of the country would be hot, and they were right. It was sweltering and sticky. As we worked, we could hear the volcano rumbling in the background (which was actually kind of cool). Even still, the first house went very smoothly. The family was extremely welcoming, and they had very nice bathrooms for us to use nearby–a major plus. We finished by lunchtime. When we learned that the other house was no more than ten minutes away, we took a trip to the hardware store and set off to continue our work. Upon arrival at the second house, our spirits dropped again. The ground where we were to build was hard and full of gravel, and the space was tight with no spare room to work. We were all hot and tired. Although it’s rainy season, dust has been whirling around us–it has been very dry since the earthquake a couple of months ago. Thankfully, the neighbors let us borrow their shade to build doors and windows, and we were able to break through the rock. Across the street, a woman supplied ice packs to cool us down. We bought literally all of the cold water and Gatorade a small tienda down the street had in the fridge. Did I mention it was hot? Finally, the house was finished and ready to be dedicated. This time, thunder crashed in the background. The homeowner cried, told us her testimony, and thanked us and God profusely. We loaded up the tools, gave ourselves a round of applause for finishing two houses in one day, and hopped in the van. The sky opened and rains poured as we closed the doors. Terry looked at his watch and said, “it’s 5:02.”