I’m sitting on the green grass in front of the house and I’m looking at the mountains. The sun is playing hide-and-seek with the clouds. The majestic Andes are an excellent hiding-place for the white clouds. Here is so beautiful. I live under the sky - literally. I look into the God’s window. I meditate. It has been three weeks since my arrival to Calca but I feel like I have already been here a few months. It's all because of this luggage of fatigue, weakness, emotions, small joys and sorrows. First days were difficult. To keep in mind the names of the kids seemed to be something unreachable for me. To understand what they say was like a miracle. Sometimes they had to ask me a dozen or so times if they could play football or rise earlier from the table. I’m not sure who was more nervous – me or they. Every morning I was waking up with the ‘squeezed’ stomach wondering what a day will bring. I didn’t know the rules prevailing in the house and division of tasks. The boys weren’t in hurry to help me. My ignorance was a perfect opportunity for them to evade of their daily work. The plan of the day, the one that had to give me at least a little sense of security was so flexible that unfortunately almost useless. I felt like shouting out to the God’s face, that is not like it supposed to be...
I’m sitting on the green grass in front of the house, and I’m giving thanks to God for the mountains. Thank you for the sun and the white clouds. Thank you for my kids: for Wilmer, whose whistling drives me crazy; for Delia, who always says that it's not her turn to clean; for Miguel, who tells amazing stories; for Fran Diego, who always knows what is the best; for Geronimo who walks with his head in the clouds; for Americo, who doesn’t speak much with me; for Alvaro, who doesn’t know that Lima is the capital of Peru and for Juan Carlos, who instead of studying reads a newspaper under the desk.
Every day, I get to know myself better. I fight with my weaknesses and habits. I learn how to raise when the difficulties come and how to find a joy in the smallest things. Meetings with other people are my motivation to make an effort, to walk towards holiness.
I’m sitting on the green grass in front of the house and I’m asking God to teach me how to look through His eyes, how to listen through His ears. I’m asking him to teach me how to love the way He does...infinitely.
