The city of San Francisco de Dos Rios has trash pick up every Wednesday and Saturday. I usually put the trash on the sidewalk right outside our garage early so that we're not rushed to do it when it's time to leave for school. We always leave the house by way of the garage as that is where we keep the stroller. When the garage is shut we have no way of seeing what is outside the garage. So it was somewhat disconcerting to open the garage door and see a man opening our garbage bags and going through our garbage only four feet away from us. It was even more disconcerting when he pulled out a small plastic bag of food we had thrown away and proceeded to eat it right in front of us. It is hard to put into words how it made the boys and me feel but it was not a good feeling.
When we arrived at our first class this morning there was alot of talking and animation--much more than usual. There was an earthquake just over the Panamanian border that registered 6.2 on the Richter scale. It occurred just after midnight. Dawn and I slept through it but many students felt it. Elijah came downstairs (and fortunately went to Dawn's side of the bed) during the night and we wonder if the quake is what woke him up. Fortunately there were no injuries. Those who felt it said it was a very eerie sensation. Well life goes on and the earthquake was forgotten by the end of the school day but the man going through our garbage will not soon be forgotten.
Dear Jesus break my heart with the things that break Your heart and Holy Spirit teach me to respond in a way that will only bring glory to You. Amen
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