Casa de Mi Padre Orphanage in Santa Cruz del Quiche, Guatemala
My mind is lost in my thoughts from the last couple of weeks as the warm sun beats down on my back…
I turn up my music a little louder to try and drown out the sadness that comes with goodbyes..
unsuccessfully attempting to chip away at the paint that covers my hands…
Painting flower pots, painting bathrooms, painting window sills, painting the garage, cleaning out the garage & mopping the floors, car washing & window scraping, sealing windows, ironing & folding clothes & dusting…
these tasks have taken up a good part of my time the last couple of weeks…
Intense UNO card games & even more intense soccer, I mean FUTBOL, games, tea parties, nail painting, & playing with baby dolls, ridiculous photo shoots & jumping on the trampoline, chasing children & hearing them giggle & scream, being taught Spanish by a five year old & loving that she loves me even though I'm impossible!
"I love you's" from Panchito & the endless amounts of hugs & kisses on the cheek from every baby everyday. Watching them come home from school & being tackled by every last one of them to receive their love. Watching the smiles on their faces as they ask questions in Spanish & I aimlessly rifle through the Spanish in my brain only to answer with "No Say"!
this…now this…is the most fulfilling "job" in the world.
These precious, precious babies are so full of love & joy & sweetness.
They are kind, respectful, and full of hope.
In the few weeks that we shared together they taught me so much about
strength, hope, childlike faith, & joy.
They taught me about respect & choosing to serve others over yourself.
They taught me about true love.
I only wish that I could express to you all of the moments…
all of the laughter, hugs, love, & joy..
but there are no words for this kind of love.
It's absolutely unconditional, it's pure, its simply Jesus.
I could go on and on forever…but there's no time to share it all-nor could I do it all justice even if I tried.
There are no words for this kind of sadness either.
My heart aches to leave my babies but I rest in knowing that Jesus holds them.
Luke 18:16-But Jesus called the children to him & said, "Let the little children come to me, & do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these…
Panchito & Me
