Yes.
In the literal sense, I’m very sick of carbs.
Breakfast – bread.
Lunch – rice and beans.
Dinner – noodles and tomatoes.
I dream about a well-rounded meal—fresh veggies, succulent fruit, and a nice piece of protein.
Is that too much to ask?
Well.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
A real meal is a luxury here—pricey and hard to come by. The solution? Stuff yourselves with carbs of every kind.
We aren’t used to this; our bodies are reacting in unnatural ways, but we just have to adapt.
Abandon our comforts, and live with what we are given.
Since we have been living alongside the boys whom we are teaching, the eight pairs of brown eyes that stare
back at me have captured my heart.
Yet, as it’s been captured, it’s been broken as well.
Recently we have been hit by a huge tropical storm leaving us with no water, Internet, or power for a few days.
Because of the mass amounts of rain, the boy’s courtyard was flooded.
Mostly by rain, but also by sewage.
As a team, we discussed what we could do to help, but ultimately we left that decision up to the Big Man.
We went over to the boy’s house as a team to take everything in (the smell and all) and to pray.
“Hey, God. These are your children living in these dire circumstances. We believe that you have the power to do a mighty work here. Bring us the funds or the means to provide for these boys.”
But when we reconvened, we came back with a response from God. All with the same theme.
“My child, yes, these are my children whom I love dearly. But do not worry about them in your American mind. I have and will always look after them.”
Whoever said that God doesn’t speak today?
My American body wants nutrients.
My American skin can’t handle the sun and the mosquitoes.
My American mind desires to give these boys adequate living conditions.
But my God cares for them in the same way that He cares for me.
“Man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD.” [Deut. 8:3]
