A Crawford Family Update (By Alisha)
|Brodie, Jonah, and Graysen ready for school|
in the UK
|A view of our street in Colchester. Our house a few houses|
down on right. Though it looks like people are driving on
the right side of the road, those are actually parked cars.
You can park any direction you want here.
|The neighbor kids making a pyramid. The boys|
have loved having kids about their age around
our house. This picture was actually taken in
September. Getting colder here now.
Leading up to our time in the UK, Brad and I both thought it might be very likely that we would need to homeschool Brodie for our time in the UK, since according to the age-based system here he would be placed directly into secondary school (AKA high school in the U.S.) at age 11! This was an unsettling feeling. With each school we visited, (all of which seemed huge and overwhelming), it seemed that homeschooling became more and more likely. But there was one school, St. Benedict’s Catholic College (a catholic school but free for the public) that felt different and “peaceful.” Although the school politely informed us that there was a waitlist to get in (and that 9 of the 10 admissions requirements related to whether you were Catholic or not!), we submitted an application anyway. With this application, we were required to attach a recommendation letter from Brodie’s youth pastor in Colorado Springs. I quickly sent an email to the pastor, but because he was away on a retreat, it would be days before he could get back to us. We decided to write a brief description of our family’s plans with EMIUK instead and sent in the application with the promise of getting the pastor’s recommendation as soon as possible.
|Jonah looking at the swimhole the boys later waded in. |
This was September as well, in a quaint little town called
Dedham. Very fun place for a family day.
A few days later, after receiving the recommendation for Brodie via email, I printed the letter and drove to the school with the boys to personally deliver it rather than sending it to the county where we had sent our application. When I arrived at St. Benedict’s, the lady in charge of enrollment said, “Oh yes, I have a letter about your family right here on my desk (somehow, Brodie’s information must have been sent to the school from the county admissions office). She then added with a smile, “Brodie has been given a place at St. Benedict’s.” I was speechless, thankful, and on the verge of tears all at the same time, excited that God had answered our prayers, but still wondering if our prayers were even the right thing for Brodie! I thanked her profusely and headed back to the car with a very excited Brodie at my heels. Still bewildered at how Brodie was accepted, we headed back to the school the next morning to purchase Brodie’s P.E. kit, blazer, tie, and full uniform to begin secondary school in just a few short days. Oh my!
|My mom, Karen, came to stay with us while Brad was on his |
project trip to Guinea in September. We had a great time
exploring Colchester. We spent the afternoon on Saturday
at the Castle Park near the city center.
The following day a notice arrived in our letter box (here the mailbox is in the front door so mail comes flying into your house unannounced, which kind of reminds me of Harry Potter with the exception that the mailman is not an owl J). Amongst the pile of mail scattered on the floor was an envelope from the county school admissions office. Assuming this was Brodie’s acceptance letter, I opened it and was shocked to find that it very clearly stated that Brodie had NOT been accepted into St. Benedict’s and had instead been enrolled at a school I’d never heard of. UGH! My heart dropped and thoughts of confusion filled my mind. Being a Friday afternoon, we raced down to the school again to try and sort out the predicament we were in. Upon arriving, one of the groundskeepers (who recognized us from days before) asked if we needed help as the office had just closed for the weekend. When I explained the problem, he paused a moment and said, “I bet my wife can help us with this.” She soon appeared from somewhere on campus (lovely lady), listened to my panic, and quickly called the administrator who had helped us with the uniform purchase and whom is also in charge of enrollment for the school. After conversing for a few minutes over the phone, the lady hung up and said, “As far as we are concerned, we accepted Brodie into the school, and we’ll take him. Bring him to school on Tuesday to start with everyone else and we will let admissions know that we’re enrolling him in St. Benedict’s whether we have space or not!” What?!J
Looking back on this situation, I have two thoughts: God is unbelievably good, and His ways are far higher than our feeble minds can ever comprehend. I’m also remembering the story of Esther – not for Esther’s role, but for what God did for Mordecai. God has His way of stepping in just when we need Him most, and when He does, nothing can stop His amazing plans. God is definitely watching over Brodie, once again. And as I thank God for all He’s done in Brodie’s life, I also thank each of you who have lifted so many prayers on his behalf. We are so grateful for the team of supporters we have praying us through this journey with EMI. Thank you for being in this together.
|Downtown Dedham is a very beautiful|
place. The boys normally complain about
pictures but since this one involved
climbing, they were all too eager.
So that’s Brodie’s situation. You may be thinking, “What about Jonah and Graysen?” This is long enough, so I’ll pick up the story there next time. Check back in a couple of days.