My prayer has been for God to show me the one. I want to see with His eyes, to hear with His ears and feel with His heart. I want to see the one that He leaves the 99 for. The one who is in the dark corner crying all alone whom only He can see and hear crying. The one who has lost all hope and feels completely forgotten by everyone. The one who is starving and needs to be fed. The one who just needs the unconditional love of the Father.
Last week Brandon and I decided to go into the tunnel to take pictures of some little kids. We had no idea that our Dad had even greater plans. As we entered the Tunnel we were met by Jason, who calls us his best friends and has deemed himself our neighborhood host and translator, usually Jason takes us wherever we want to go but this time he quickly told us he had someone he wanted us to meet. He told us about Olga and Basing, two very old ladies who are starving and needed our help. He’d seen how we’d worked to pave the sidewalk last week and wanted us to help the women in any way that we could. He asked us if he could take us to see them. We said it was okay and off we went. He took us to a corner “home” which is more like an oversized cardboard box. We walked in to meet Olga who beckoned us in. It was tiny inside and very dirty and hard to breath because of the lack of ventilation. It still smelled of charcoal from the night before when they’d cooked the last of their food. Olga led us to see her sister Basing. To be completely honest, both women look like walking skeletons and at first glance can look a little scary. Olga has one very cloudy eye and Basing has lung problems as a result of a life of smoking and drinking and has to constantly spit in a bucket. Basing has been told she has only about a month left to live and was given instructions to stay home and rest until her time comes to die.
We had about 100 pesos (about 2 bucks) and gave them to Jason to buy some food for them so as to get the best price. He got them some rice, noodles and sardines…enough to last them about a week. While Jason was buying the food Brandon and I decided to just pray…we prayed for wisdom, discernment, the food to last, for the Holy Spirit to guide us as we went back with the food. After praying we knew the Lord was telling us to pray over the ladies. My heart broke for them. They needed to know that they are not forgotten. They needed to know the love of the Father. So when Jason came back with the food we all went to deliver it. Both women were crying with gratitude and as tears of joy came from their eyes they thanked us over and over again. We asked if we could pray for them and they said yes. So we laid our hands on them and prayed for the love of the Father to invade their hearts and for healing to manifest. I asked Jason to tell them that the food was not from us but from God who has not forgotten about them even when it seems like everyone else has. We told them that they were beautiful (which I don’t think they’ve ever been told) and that the Lord sent us all the way from America to tell them how much He loves them.
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. You have enlarged a nation and increased their joy; they rejoice before you as people at the harvest, as men rejoice in dividing the plunder…you have shattered the yoke that burdens them, the bar across their shoulders, the rod of their oppressor…” (Isaiah 9:2-4)
