hey momms.
my computer is being weird. i’m not really sure what’s going on. microsoft office isn’t working. so i am typing on
the computer’s notepad… and hopeuflly transferring onto a word doc later or maybe just an email.
were you able to see the picts from Darci’s picassa web page?
our team had been going through a lot already. not us necessarily… but the place we are in. Guachupita.
last week we went there and there was a huge spirit of fear amongst our church people (a couple families) we know. There is a man that lives close to the homes we stay at that apparently has murdered someone or a couple people… he is into drugs and an alchoholic. so we prayed for the protection and peace of God over our people and the town…
well the other day when we were working on the outhouse… which consists of us gathering rocks and handing them down to a man in a hole who is spreading concrete in between layers… we were done or maybe we were just making another trip to the rock quarry area to get more. we overheard… (hard not to) the man beating his wife… she was screaming for her life… i have never heard anything like it. he was throwing huge rocks at her. we knew this because there were loud bangs on the side of their tin walls of their house. she ran outside yelling and bawling… trying to catch her breath. i saw her. and others saw him winding up to throw another rock. it was crazy.
kids were following us to the rock quarry so we quickly got them away from the area. people were just standing around listening i wanted to run in there and pull him off of her.
the guys were so torn up about it…
and i hurt for her.
Zack had a really hard time with it.
i cried a lot too.
thank GOD Jenn didn’t come that morning. we were sooo thankful for that.
it’s crazy. so we came back and chilled… debreifed… spent time with God and mustered up the joy to go back. Jenn was
really scared to go there after she saw the way we came back.
well… we go back. play with the kids and have good conversation with the adults. (with the help of Anna)
i find out who the messed up couple’s kids are amongst the group of kids… so i go and talk to them… pray over them and
the main lady contact comes over to us and tells them to go home. i was heart broken. the little girl has been around us for
the past week or so and we had no idea who she belonged to… we hardly know who any of them belong to really.
she is absolutely beautiful and very strong. she hugs with power and such need. that if she could just squeeze hard enough
maybe she would fill what she’s missing. i wish i would have known sooner where she came from… and now i know and won’t be able to pour into her as much.
she has a beautiful brother too. i know his name is Ivan.. i can’t remember hers. i will find out.
Alfred is her dad’s name… the violent one… the one the towns affraid of.
so.
what was hard was when Dulce (the main lady) told them to go home. she and her brother held hands and walked away and were so sad… just looking back at me and you could just feel the rejection they felt. sooo sweet… sooo inocent…
i was upset at first and i didn’t understand why we would turn them away.
wasn’t that what we are suppose to do… love the unloved… care for the orphans… the abandoned… the lonely…
and especially the children.
i prayed… i walked in circles… aroung the area, their home was like a number on the clockwork i was walking. if they were 11
o’clock… Dulce’s place is at about 3 oclock in the scheme of distance that is.
Jenn saw this too… the rejection. she hurt as well.
we prayed for them… the family… the children… the angels to protect them from what they go through.
the reason that they were told to leave is out of fear. if anything were to happen to the kids… just being kids… if one were to fall
or to be pushed and went home and told on another kid… their dad could unleash anger in many different ways in which no one
wants to take the chance of.
i should say… we never truly feel defeated… because Jesus already won the battle.
daily things to process through.
so many things we have never experienced… and this will be the theme of our year.
calling upon God… and not leaning on our own understanding, because it simply doesn’t make sense to us.
we are hear to love… that is it. no matter what. and even when we don’t humanly have it. it’s got to supernaturally come
it just HAS TOO.
i think that i will post this conversation with you. even though you don’t talk back… you are soo good at listening that i fee
like i’m talking to you anyway.
Yesterday we had church consisting of, songs, prayer and reading from the word. it’s funny the songs we sing (in spanish)
they are children’s songs. and the adults sing with us… which is great… but weird cuz i don’t know if they realize
they are children’s songs… they know nothing different… so they sing with the heart of a child… child like faith… praying
prayers of great need and such despiration.
but WOW does God show up in their lives.. the things they pray for, the need they have and the faith that God provides.
their daily meals, their protection… healing of headaches to major problems and the like…
“And I urge you also, true companion, help these women who labored with me in the gospel, with clement also, and the rest of
my fellow workers, whose names are written in the Book of Life. Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I say Rejoice!
Let your gentleness be know to all men. The Lord is at hand.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;
and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ.
Finally, brethren whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, what ever things are pure, whatever thigns are lovely,
whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things.
The things which you learned and recieved and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace be with you.”
Philippians 4:3-9
