My Heart

I really don't know where to start on the this and the next bunch of pictures. The Lord brought us to the Philippines to live and be a part of the people. We are on an island that is 50% poverty, 80 % child and teen incest, sodomy and rape and 90% dedicated to idols at birth. We have been here 15 months now and I am just able to start posting about the children and teens and people here. We love them all and we are happy to be here. But our heart has hurt more than we ever imagined was possible. It is not the safest place to be because we are "white" and they tell me I am the only white woman they have seen. Would we trade living here for anything. No, we are right where we belong. I look at these pictures and I cry all over again. These children are so beautiful and so hurt. We hold them as they sob and cry because of what they have been through and we know we have to send them back to the same situation. We tell them about the Lord but it is hard because we speak a different language but we are learning their language. The Lord gave us a wonderful interpreter and a wonderful Maestra (language teacher). Both the interpreter and Maestra have stolen our hearts. They call us Mama and Daddy and we feel honored. Many have become so precious to us.

We have many people to thank, Patty & Loretta and others who send us clothes & soaps and necessities to take to the village people. The wonderful Intercessor's at LifeWay Church. The need here is so great that it gets overwhelming sometimes. We could not do this without the help So Thank you all.
This is an ongoing story so please follow with us as we walk through each day not knowing what the day will bring.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016


This is the bamboo bridge we walked across.  It went over the river and with my unlike of heights this was a challenge. The bamboo rolled as we walked on it and as you can see our railing came to an end and the rest of the way was "very interesting" without a railing to hold onto.  I thought to myself "what are you doing?  Do  you know how old you are?" LOL but when the bamboo bridge ended and they lifted me down onto the path to get to the little village it was well worth it.  The only thought was that I was going to have to go over it again if I wanted to get back to our ride and back to our apartment  LOL.  We were greeted by the children and the picture below is one of the reasons it was so worth it.

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