Language barriers aren’t fun.
I love to talk and I really love to listen. That’s how I love people. I listen to their stories and I tell them mine and we pray for each other and everything is okay. But we can’t do it that way here.
It breaks my heart loving these ten precious girls so much and not being able to tell them so. And all of us want so badly to know their stories. They’re all so sweet, none of us can imagine any of them doing drugs. We want to know how they ended up here and how far they’ve come sincd then.
We walk home each day asking each other, “What are we doing here?”
And every time, God whispers to me, “You’re letting them see me.”
I can’t love these girls by talking to them, but there are so many other ways. Even though we can’t say so, they know I love them.
Rosa is the shyest but has the biggest smile. I love her when I see her in the morning and give her a hug, because she’d never come up to me on her own.
Leidy and Lorena love trying to talk to us. Every day we sit down with the dictionary and teach each other words. We laugh more than we talk.
Beatrice is the youngest, and she doesn’t talk to the other girls much because they tease her, but she always talks to us. We love her when we hug her and listen to her.
We don’t know exactly what these girls need, but God does. And in some small way, he’s using us to give it to them. He didn’t send us to fix all their problems; he sent us to love them.
We have one more week of ministry and then we leave for Peru next Monday or Tuesday! Pray that we make the most of the time we have left.
[Internet has been a struggle this week. I promise to post more as soon as I can! I have lots written, just no chance to publish it all]
