So, as I told you in the last entry, we have had a few doors opening up for us, thank the Lord. One I mentioned is in La Mosquitia. It’s a place called Ibans. I was really sad that I wasn’t able to go on the trip, but hope I’ll be able to go soon.
I want to back up about 7 months ago, and tell you about something horrible that happened. Something that shook my life up.
I want to tell you the story of a 9-year-old boy named Darcy Lerians. Some of you have already heard the story, and some of you haven’t, which is why I will write about it.
Several years ago, we had a little boy and a little girl come to our children’s church…Darcy, and Daslin (Darcy’s baby sister). I honestly don’t remember when they first came, but they were some of the first kids to come when we changed our Sunday school to Saturday, back in 2014. They came faithfully, and it was rare for them to miss a Saturday. Darcy was one of the best kids in our class. He was very obedient, and very respectful. If there is one thing I learned about him, while being around him, it is that he loved his mother and his baby sister very much, and would do anything for them. His dad didn’t live with them, and he never really mentioned his dad, but he did talk a lot about his mom and sister.
Back in October, I noticed that he was very quiet during class, and that he didn’t really talk too much, or get involved with the other kids. I mentioned what I had seen to the other teachers that worked with me. The Saturday before our ladies meeting, I pulled Darcy aside and asked him how he was doing. He hesitated for a while, before saying “good”. However, he couldn’t look me in the eye while saying it. I asked him if he was sure, and he looked away again, and said “yeah, I’m sure”. I wasn’t convinced, but I didn’t pressure him. I just said, “You know you can talk to me about anything, if you feel the need, right?” He just looked up at me, grinned, and said, “Yeah, I know. I love you, Sis. Sarita, I’ll see you next week.” I felt that there was something going on, but I just told him that I loved him, too, and that I’d see him the following week.
Those words have echoed in my mind long since then. The next week we had our annual ladies retreat, and on the Saturday night of the event, I felt a heaviness on me. For some reason, during prayer, I felt sad and all I could do was sob. Then I would ask God why I couldn’t feel joy, but I didn’t feel any answer from Him.
I didn’t understand until Monday afternoon.
On Monday, our family went to drop off the visitors at the airport in San Pedro Sula. On the way back, Nathaniel got a phone call from Entni, the main teacher in the sunday school class I work in. By watching Bub’s face, and listening to his side of the conversation, we knew something was going on. After Bub hung up the phone, he told us all, “Entni just saw a newspaper article about a 9-year-old boy dying in the Miramar (neighborhood where Darcy lived). He said that the article didn’t give a name, but that the picture looked like Darcy. Entni and Bro. Bairon are going to see Rebecca (Darcy’s mom) and check it out.” When Nathaniel said this, I felt a horrible weight settle on my shoulders. I couldn’t believe it. Shortly after that, it was confirmed that Darcy Lerians was dead. He had died Sunday morning, the day before.
What ensued shortly after this phone call, were calls to the other teachers, and those close to Darcy to let them know what happened. Over time, details came out about his death, but to this day it is still a mystery how he died. He was found dead with a rope around his neck. Many labeled it as suicide. I firmly believe that it was not suicide. It’s a long story to tell why I believe it was something else. I can just say that much of the evidence that surfaced after his death does not point to suicide. I don’t know what happened, but I just pray that God will let justice prevail.
I went through different stages of grief. I couldn’t believe it, and went into denial at first. I kept on thinking that the next Saturday would come, and he would come running in to give me a hug, and his ever-ready smile. But no, as the weeks passed, his absence grew for me. It was really hard to see Daslin (his little sister) and not see him. Once I realized that it was very real and true, I spent many restless nights, just thinking. I kept on thinking about how I knew something had been going on and about how I should have pressured him to talk to somebody, even if it wasn’t me.
It would have been easy to blame myself, and that’s what the devil wanted me to do, but instead of continuing to dwell on the pain and heartbreak this caused me, I chose to rest in God’s peace.
Philippians 4:6-7 King James Version (KJV)
6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Once I handed all of it over to God, I felt so much better. Don’t get me wrong, the pain was still there, but trusting God to take control of the situation really changed my perspective on everything. Instead of wanting to cry every time I saw Daslin, I began to love on her, and spend as much time as possible with her, knowing that she needed all the love she could get. Now, that girl has a very special place in my heart, and she knows it! 😉
A few weeks later, Darcy’s mom started coming to our church. That was a bittersweet moment for all of us. She felt God’s presence from the very first service. After the first couple of services, she asked for a Bible study, and Nathaniel started going over on Fridays to give her a Bible study.
Six months to the day after Darcy’s death, April 22nd, Rebecca received the Holy Ghost. We were all so thrilled, and so excited. As I was praying at the end of the service, I couldn’t help but think: maybe all of this came about for the salvation of this family. It’s easy to say, “God, where are you?” when we go through times like that, but it was like He was confirming, “I’ve been here all along.”
I thought my surprise was over for that service, when at the end, my dad mentioned that he was going to La Mosquitia with some men from our church the next day. When he mentioned the name of the place he was going, Rebecca raised her hand…and said that Ibans (the place my dad was going to) is where she used to live. My dad asked her if she had family there, and she said that her dad, grandma, and a few siblings lived there. I was amazed. I mean, I guess shouldn’t have been…we DO serve a miracle-performing God, but I was once again reminded of God’s perfect plan.
As you will read about when Nathaniel writes, he got to give Rolando (Rebecca’s dad/Darcy’s grandpa) a Bible study, and baptize him in Jesus’ name! When he got back to Ceiba, he got to baptize Rebecca in Jesus’ name. This has definitely been an interesting experience, and I can’t wait to see what God is going to do through this family. All because Darcy and Daslin started coming so many years ago.
While his death greatly affected me, and I felt the pain of it, I also have been able to see God turning ashes to beauty. It is an experience I won’t soon forget. God’s timing is perfect.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8,11 King James Version (KJV)
3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
These scriptures helped me a lot, during my time of grief. I clung to them with my life, especially when the other things going on seemed to crash down on me all at once.
I am very thankful that I have good friends and an awesome family that stood by me in this time. I know that God places everybody in my life for a reason. A few of us teachers (mainly the ones of us who were in Darcy’s class) would stay up and talk to each other when none of us could sleep. It was something that drew us closer to God and to each other.
I know that this post didn’t have too much to do with Ibans, but Nathaniel is going to write in more detail about their trip, since I haven’t even been there yet. I just felt it was necessary to mention all of the story behind why it was so exciting to me that they were going to Ibans. You can read the rest of the story in Part 2 of the Ibans blog.
Thanks for reading, and have a blessed day!