Ometepe, Nicaragua
(Titanic Pose – on the ferry to the island!)
I miss home a lot this week. I am sure it has something to do with where we are working. The Cicrin Orphanage on Ometepe Island is a home for 31 children and young adults, that were removed from their homes for various reasons. It is beautiful here, but primitive. There is a lot about this place that makes my heart hurt ( even after the short 3 full days we have been here), especially for my family in Colorado.
These children must grow up without mom and dad. They must go into the world with what they were given, and I praise Jesus they are at a place where they are loved, provided for, and taught about the love of Jesus. My heart just breaks as I look into the eyes of a 3 year old who can´t call someone mommy or daddy.
My little amigo, Andy has been at Cicrin for a short 3 months. He is 3 years old and loves to laugh, hug, cause a little mischeif, and call my name ¨ALLY-son!! ALLY-son!´´ I eat with him, play with him, put him to bed, and love him. As I was putting him to bed the other night, he cried and cried. He wanted so badly to be held, and I could not bare to put him down. So I held him and held him.
I remember being held by my mom a lot when I was his age. She would rock me in an old wooden rocking chair we had in my room. I have that memory now as a 23 year old. I will never ever forget being held and loved. Andy won´t have memories of a loving mother or father. He has been dealt a different and difficult hand.
Be praying this month that I will know how to love these children and be a mirror of God for them. Pray that the Lord will use my team, 5 Alive to be a light for Jesus.
