As the Lord leads I arrive right when two men from Calvary Chapel Ensenada, the hearing church that our deaf congregation is a part of, showed up so I spend the first part of my visit interpreting.
It is amazing how the hearing portion of the church has surrounded and supported
Virginia is doing better. But a long way to go. Her mother tells me that her bed sores are shrinking. It hurts her to move, but she bears it well.
When I got to walk into her small sunny her-mother-has-been-here-squeaky-clean room I see Virginia resting on her left side. She is dressed in a long sleeve colorful cotton shirt, and her hair is lovingly pulled back and in a braid.
Virginia is sleeping, her mouth loosely hanging open. But when we come I and touch her shoulder she wakes. One eye seems a bit lazy, and they don't find me right away - but when they do lock on to my face Virginia breaks into a huge smile and her body starts shaking. Is she laughing? Is she just really excited to see me?
All I know is that I almost start to cry.
Her right hand is cupped and all in all I'm reminded of someone who has suffered a stroke. Her left side not moving at all.
She is able to sign to us just a bit . . . "yes" (in Mexican Sing Language "yes" is just a movement of the pinky) and some letters.
With effort we see that she is making the letters "M" and "A" . . . my sign name.
I sign to her the plans of the church, I explain the men visitors, and then my own visit.
She smiles, she shakes . . . .
I sign to her . . . "I think you have lots to say in your head, but can't get out to your hands"
She signs "yes"
Later I bring in my soon-to-be 4 month old and hold him in her gaze.
and she moves with a lot of effort . . . .struggling to bring her two fingers to her chin . . . doesn't quite reach her chin . . but I know what she is signing . . .
She is signing "cute"