Friday, April 27, 2012

I never knew what it meant to have your heart broken. I've heard so many girls crying about how their hearts were broken, but I never really understood. I thought they were being too sensitive, but since being here I've seen so many heart breaking things. Not the kind of heart break you feel when you find out your crush doesn't like you back, but the kind they comes when God's heart is broken. The kind that hurts so bad, you can actually physically feel it hurting. The other day, I experienced one of those days.

Seven year old "Polo" was placed in our children's home about a week ago. He was scared and malnourished. He didn't understand why everything he'd ever known was so suddenly changing. He was crying for his dad and trying to get to him, but his dad had died 15 days earlier. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. What did this little boy do to deserve this? Why him?

But then I remembered Psalms 140:12, "I know that the LORD secures justice for the poor and upholds the cause of the needy." My God is greater than all of Polo's suffering and pain, and my God brings justice. While Polo may lack a physical father, he has a spiritual Father that loves him, and has a plan for him. A Father that only wants the best for his child.

Luke 6:20-21. "Blessed are you who are poor, for yours in the kingdom of God. Blessed are you who hunger now, for you shall be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh."

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

One of my favorite things to watch is kids serving, because after all, when we serve other people, we are really serving God. Even those who have little, can still share it with others.

"As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. 'Truly I tell you,' he said, 'this poor widow has put in more than all the others.  All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.'"- Luke 21:1-4

Our kids at Eagles Nest are so blessed by all of the people that come here and serve them, so now we are teaching them to serve others. Every day we take them to the Manna Feeding Program so that they can help pass out food, they clean up the Cancha, and they have taken food to widows. It has been great to see them wanting to help others, just as Jesus did. 

Friday, April 13, 2012

As I high school student, I hear teenagers complaining about how hard their lives are all the time, when in reality there are people who would give anything to have their life for just one day.

Every day, I see kids as young as two years old working out in the fields. From sun up to sun down they are out there, bent over, plowing fields and picking weeds by hand so that their family can have something to eat, and if they're lucky maybe even make a few extra Qs by selling some in the market.
I see nine-years-olds who shine shoes or sell stuff on the street all day instead of going to school, so that they can make Q63 to go home.
I see 3 year-olds that walk miles on the rocky mountain roads in worn out shoes just to get one meal a day from the Manna Feeding Program.
Their lives a real, and they are hard. It breaks my heart seeing these things, and it breaks my heart even more seeing people who have it all, but don't appreciate it.

"Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name!" -Psalm 100:4

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

One Day Without Shoes.

Today I joined people all over the world for One Day Without Shoes. I walked on rocky mountain roads, and played soccer without my shoes on, and every time I thought about how bad my feet hurt, I was reminded of the kids all over the world, many here in Guatemala, with bad or no shoes.

I know how fortunate I am to not only have one pair of shoes, but 10, when so many of the people I have met since moving here, only have one pair of worn out shoes that they wear every day. Yet so often we complain that we "have nothing to wear." We can't take the gifts God has given us for granted, because so many people would give anything to be in our shoes.
Last week we celebrated Semana Santa or 'Holy Week' here in Guatemala. It was for sure an Easter like I've never celebrated before.  The whole week, from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday, people were out of school and off of work. Throughout the week, friends and family bring each other a special Holy Week sweet bread.
  All over town people work hard to decorate the streets with 'carpets' out of colored sawdust or flowers.
 On Palm Sunday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday, there are processions of people carrying statues symbolizing the crucifixion and resurrection all throughout town.
 We ended Holy Week by having an outside church service Easter Morning, overlooking Lake Atitlan and the mountains and volcanoes.

It was a great way to celebrate Christ's death on the cross for us, and his resurrection, so that we can live for Him and with Him.

Monday, April 9, 2012

The highlight of my day is playing with these guys. Every day at 1:30 I get to go see the kids at the Manna Feeding Program. After they are served a simple meal, I get to play with them.  Some days we play soccer, or go swimming, or I get to do a devotion, they laugh as we pronounce Kachiquel words wrong, and they teach us Spanish, as we teach them English. Some of my best friends attend the Manna Feeding Program.

Olga and Luz, 14 and 17 year old sisters, are two of them. It's weird though, I never would have imagined it this way. They're lives are so different from mine, and before coming here, there's no way I would have picked friends like them. Which is sad, because I would have been missing out on one of the greatest gifts.