This afternoon David and I were pruning our rose bushes in front of our house. We had the door ajar, but didn’t think of the inevitable situation that would arise…A gust of wind, brought on by the approaching storm clouds and rain that was hanging over our neighborhood (Larapa) slammed our door shut. We, did not have our keys, our phones, or the ability to “break in”. There are metal bars welded to the front windows and our front door lock is a deadbolt. They are not coming open. (Please keep in mind that as a pregnant woman now, I must use the bathroom more frequently.)
David continues cutting the rose bushes (after failed attempts to move metal bars) and I asked God, “who is going to help us? which house do I go to?” He said the yellow one across the courtyard. I banged on the metal gate and a petite Peruvian woman answers. Trying to not sound panicked, but also getting my point across using Spanish and charades, I explain our situation. She grabs her keys and offers them to use on our door (not working). Then after brief introductions, Elisa, helps me knock on the other 10 doors in our complex and ask if anyone has the number to our landlord. Out of the 3 people that are home/come to their doors no one does. Great. I even beg our neighbors for a small child or a toddler that could potentially squeeze through the metal bars. No such luck stealing babies.
Now it’s drizzling. A man in the lime green house next to Elisa, whose name is Julio, suggests getting his ladder to climb in through our top window. David explains that he just fixed the top window (which wasn’t closing properly and 15-minutes before rose pruning, he latched it). David heroically scales the ladder anyway and after concluding with Julio that our window is only 10 soles to fix if he punches through it, we can manage that. Luckily, as Dave is about to continue hitting our window out with a set of pliers, the window trim pops off and he can push the window open. GRACIAS A DIOS!! Dave climbs through the window and unlocks our house.
Crisis adverted…this time. Thanks to some of our new neighbors (who will probably never forget our first impressions of being the stranded gringos who lock themselves out of their new house). We were and are so grateful to Elisa and Julio for their willingness to help us when we needed it. It got me thinking, would I be this helpful to our neighbors in the past? I think in the past that I would have panicked even more. God was teaching us today through some divine encounters with neighbors are priceless. God also gave us the humor to deal with present circumstances and to open up relationships that otherwise may not have started. He also taught us that before Baby Carter gets here, don’t leave the house (even if your just doing yard work) without your keys. Do you have your house keys with you? Are you on good terms with your neighbors? Good. Lesson learned. Because one day, you will need each other in situations “como esto.”
Now off to finish baking the pumpkin snickerdoodle cookies for our neighbors. Gracias Elisa y Julio.




















