Sunday, April 22, 2012

Nepo Newsletter Update

The following was written for the Nepo Newsletter, but I thought I would also post it here for those of you who do not receive the newsletter emails. 


Dear Friends,
Hello from Nepo!  Monday marks the half-way point of my time in Brasil and as of last week, I am officially allowed to stay for another 3 months.  Thank God for the successful renewal of my visa last Wednesday!  The whole process was far easier than I anticipated and went so smoothly.  Once again, I was reminded that our great God will supply every need of ours, praise His glorious Name! 
At the beginning of the month, Jessica returned home to Canada.  She is greatly missed here by everyone, but especially by me!  It was such an absolute joy to have another short-termer to share this experience with and I thank the Lord for the blessing of her friendship and help during her time at Nepo.  Viktoria also left with Jessica at the beginning of the month.  She has been staying in Sao Paulo visiting friends and undergoing some necessary eye exams.  Viktoria is also greatly missed here and we are so thankful that she will be returning at the end of the month.  On the night that they left, Jessica had an ice cream sundae party for the boys which also served as a going-away party for her.  The boys seemed to really enjoy being able to go up for seconds and thirds and in a couple of cases fifths and sixths J  After they had eaten to their hearts’ content, the boys each took a turn saying goodbye to Jessica and sharing why they were thankful that she was here.  It was so sweet and was such an encouragement to see that even though we can’t speak the same language as these boys and communicate with them like we want to, God can still use us to impact their lives. 
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According to Webster’s dictionary, a “surprise” is defined as the following:  “To strike with wonder or amazement especially because unexpected.”   After this past week, I now have a greater appreciation for this definition as God has most certainly given us a fair share of surprises including two in one day  J  Last Tuesday seemed like any other typical day, I had watched the little ones in the morning and was starting to head over to the kitchen to help serve lunch when I saw that a police car was parked out front.  Naturally, the boys were curious and I overheard them asking the police why they were here.  I only understood one word in the officer’s response, “Jaimes,” but that one name was definitely enough to fully surprise me and I was completely struck with “wonder and amazement especially because unexpected.”  So, why would one name cause such a response?  Well, let me explain by taking you back two months to February 26.  It was on this Sunday night, that we had returned home from church to find that our house had been broken into and many of our belongings were stolen including a lot of my support money, cell phones, flashlights, knives, food, etc.   We soon realized that two of the boys from the orphanage had broken into our home and ran away and one of those boys was Jaimes.  At the time, it was so difficult to process the fact that this boy who I had just been playing games with the night before could possibly do such a thing.  I felt violated, but more than that, I felt utterly sad realizing that he was now living life on the streets and had chosen this option.  My prayer then was that Jaimes would be safe and could be brought back here where we could show him that he is forgiven and still loved by us.  And now, two months later, God has answered that prayer.  My prayer now is still that Jaimes will know he is forgiven and loved by us, but more than that, I pray that this can be used to help him understand the forgiveness and love that can be found in Christ. 
So that was Tuesday morning and little did I know that I would be in for yet another surprise that day, but unfortunately this equally unexpected event was not as enjoyable as the return of Jaimes.  On Tuesday afternoon as we gathered for snack, a number of boys came running up to me and told me that Tata was gone.  Thinking that I couldn’t possibly have understood this correctly, I asked them to repeat what they had said and unfortunately, I had understood them and Tata really had left.  It was all so sudden and so unexpected that I could not quite comprehend that this boy, who was just showing me a magic trick not even 30 minutes before, was now gone for good.  I came to find out later in the week that Tata was taken to another orphanage in the town where he is from since the city won’t have to pay for him there.  It is still hard to come to grips with the fact that Tata is gone.  I miss his smile, his hugs, his friendliness, his magic tricks, the list goes on and on, but I have to trust in God’s sovereignty.  I know that His ways are not mine and so I pray that Tata is adjusting well at the other orphanage and I entrust him to the care of the One who loves him so much more than I ever could, cares for him far greater than I do, and knows the plans He has for him.    
Well, as if that wasn’t enough surprises for one week, Friday held one more unexpected experience, but this one was a completely joyful event.  As I was helping Marcela sort the boys’ clothes, I overheard someone say something about Jackson’s arrival.  To say that I was surprised to hear this would be a very great understatement indeed and again I thought that I had misunderstood what I heard, but this time, I hoped that I had heard correctly.  So, why would this be a surprise?  Let’s go back once more to the end of February.  Thursday, February 23 seemed like a pretty typical day, we watched the little kids in the morning and on my lunch break, I did some puzzles with Jackson, Bruno, and Tulio.  I helped Marcela in the afternoon, and in the evening, I played Trouble with Jackson, Fabricio, Alan, and Jessica.  Little did I know that it would be my last day with Jackson.  The next day at lunch, Viktoria mentioned something about Jackson’s departure and I asked her what she was talking about.  She then went on to explain that Jackson’s mother had called a few days earlier and after 7 years of him living here, his mom decided that she wanted him back.  So, that morning she had come and picked him up.  I had no clue he was leaving and initially was quite shocked to realize that he was gone for good.  Jackson was one of the first boys that I met here at the orphanage. Unlike a lot of the teenage boys that I used to work with in the middle school where I taught, Jackson was an absolute sweetheart.  Always the first to smile and offer a great big thumbs up every time I walked passed him, he spread joy wherever he went.  When Jackson left back in February, I assumed that I would never see him again.  Yet, God in His goodness did indeed bless us with Jackson’s return this weekend.  It was so good to be able to see him again and watch his interactions with the boys and the workers here.  With my limited Portuguese, I was able to have only very simple conversations with him, but it was great to be able to learn from those talks that he is doing well, going to church still, and liking his life in Lavras.  When Jackson originally left in February, his departure taught me to expect anything and be grateful for everything, especially every single day that I have with these boys, because I just never quite know when it will be my last and they will be gone.  I am still learning this lesson and have been reminded of it again with the departure of Tata this past week.  While there have been many surprises this past week for me, I know that none of these things were a surprise to the Lord.  As He says in Isaiah 14:24, “Surely, as I have planned, so it will be, and as I have purposed, so it will happen.”  So in both the good and bad surprises, I praise God and trust in His sovereignty.  Please continue to keep these boys, the workers, and this ministry in your prayers. 
In Him,

Katy Pavkov

Jefferson and Jaimes
















Jaimes, Caio, Tata (who is asking me if he can take the next picture) and Bruno


















Tata and Alisson


















Jackson with Marcela and Gerson (the couple that I am living with here)

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Amor


I wish that I could fully express just how much I love my life here in Nepo.  I love that when I enter the director’s house in the morning to pick up the little boys, three three-year olds attack me with hugs and kisses.  I love that at lunch when I serve the boys their food and greet them with a smile, I now receive great big smiles in return in place of the leery looks I used to get in the beginning.  I love helping Marcela in the afternoons and watching her interactions with the boys and seeing her passion for this ministry.  I love helping the boys with their homework at night, learning along with them, and attempting to help to the best of my ability, and while sometimes I don’t always understand what they need to do or how to explain it to them, I love being able to offer a smile and encouraging word which at times makes all the difference.   I love watching movies with them on Friday nights and having special lunches for them on Saturdays.  I love that today after our special “American” lunch of cheeseburgers and potato chips; I finally had the opportunity to give out the gifts that I brought for the boys and the workers.  I love watching 14 and 15 year olds play with the tops, mini Frisbees, and bouncy balls that they received as though they are the greatest things in the world.  I love going to youth group on Saturday nights with the older boys and to church on Sunday with all 40 of us packed into the minibus.  I love watching the boys interact with each other, especially how the older boys who seem so “tough” and “hard” on the outside are always the first to kiss the baby and help the little ones.  I just simply love every little thing about my new life here….yes, even the hard and challenging moments because they make me appreciate the good ones all the more and they make me realize just how much I need to rely on the One who has brought me to this place and filled me with His love to pour out on those who so desperately need it here. 

And while I do truly love my life here, it is not always easy and it is not always fine and dandy.  I think the best way to describe what I mean is by borrowing the following description from the book I am currently reading (it’s called Kisses from Katie and it has been beyond encouraging to me ….to briefly summarize, it’s a true story about a girl named Katie who went to Uganda on a short term missions trip and now lives there, has adopted 13 children, and started an organization that helps thousands of people there).  Anyway, as I read this book, I find myself being able to relate on so many levels and with some exceptions (like the boyfriend part  J ) I feel as if I could have written the following….it is definitely a pretty accurate description of my time so far in Brasil:

“If I had to summarize in one word my first weeks and months in Uganda, it would be contradiction….  My life- especially my emotions- hung in the balance between absolutely loving my new life in Uganda and battling severe loneliness….  Most of the people around me didn’t speak my language, nor did I speak theirs.  This communication vacuum left me feeling isolated and forced to work much harder to build meaningful relationships….During my early days here, I was learning so much- everything from how to eat foods I’d never seen before to how to communicate through hand signals and facial expressions with people whose language I did not know.  My horizons were being expanded in the most amazing ways; my perspectives were changing every day; and my faith was being challenged and stretched.  All of this was so exciting to me.  I didn’t want to admit that, in the midst of such a wonderful and invigorating experience, I sometimes felt tangible pangs of loneliness when I thought about how many miles away I was from the people I loved.  I spent many hours curled up in a ball on my lumpy twin bed, sweltering, often in the dark, and crying- partly because I was overwhelmed and feeling inadequate and partly because I missed my family or boyfriend.  Sometimes, I cried because I was simply exhausted….The contradiction comes when I realize that all these experiences and emotions were real.  The happiness that gave me chill bumps was as deep as my loneliness.  My sense of certainty about being exactly where God wanted me was solid, but just as firm was the fact that I wondered at times what on earth I was doing here.  The frustration that threatened to overtake me on some occasions was just as deep and true as the unbounded joy I felt at other times.  I loved my new life; I truly loved it.  But compared to the life I had been living, it was hard.”

Every day I thank the Lord for bringing me to Nepo….I praise Him for the good days and the bad days, the challenges and the triumphs, and for pouring out His love on me and granting me the privilege of sharing that love here.

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”  -Romans 5:3-5