On Tuesday we made a little side trip to another city, four hours from our house, for a little business. The plan was to stay one night and head back home on Wednesday. Well, it’s Friday morning and we’re still four hours from home, with our truck in the shop. They said maybe we’d get the truck back at the end of next week (we have to use plan B to get home before then).
Aren’t those little detours in life interesting? The great part about us being here is that we’ve been able to stay with a friend in a time when she can use encouragement. We’ve had time to work on the business we were hoping to get done. We’ve also had the opportunity to meet some great people — even some we can ask about orphanages.
In fact, the plan for today is to go visit the state run orphanage here for ages 0-12. Many of the children that come to us in the future will go through this center first. From everything the country’s own newspapers say, these state run institutions can be horrible places. When we heard about this one last night they said that the budget is so low that sometimes the kids would only get a few slices of fried banana for supper.
Sometimes detours, even in the midst of frustrating events, can be of great value.