“Crack! Pop! Crash” suddenly interrupted a mid-afternoon siesta. Balin had jumped one too many times. We had been waiting, knowing it was inevitable.
“There it went” someone said as we all raced to unlock the back gate and inspect the damage. Much to our amazement Balin was not injured in his journey through our bathroom roof of sheet metal, wood and nails. Instead as we emerged he was clining to the playground fence.
We now have free air condition for our bathroom, the convenience of a nice bereze to aid in drying time, and a little extra light to see with.
Balin is one of the kids that has caused me to refer to this as the month living in a Lord of the Flies remake. He is one of the kids that throws rocks at you, spits at you and generalyl makes life frustrating here. It has definitely driven us to prayer as a team.
As we have prayed we have come to see the kids differently. They have grown up in a culture that allows them to run freely without supervision. They have no boundaries. Many simply go overlooked and uncared for.
“Mirar! Mirar!” Look! Look! They just want to be seen, to be heard. They are longing for someone to see them as valuable and lovely. And so this is the ministry God literally placed on our doorsteps to see and love these children. It takes a strength and love that is not our own. It is stretching all of us.
Pray for the children of Arroyo Cano. They make up about 35% of the population. Pray they come to know that with God they have a hope and future and an inheritance. Pray we can help show them this in our short time here.
