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.

Monday, November 28, 2016

This little church was such a delight. The road up into the mountain to this church was about 1 1/2 hours after we left the main road I think. The higher we got on that rocky road the more beautiful it got.  I saw flowers that I had never seen before and the people were so kind and awesome.  As you can see it is a small church and they sit on narrow boards made from chopped trees.  It amazes me they can sit that long on those narrow benches.  After we spoke people came up for prayer and I prayed for almost all the teenage girls and when I got to the last teenage girl there was a line of little girls probably 6 t0 11 or 12 that were waiting for me to pray for them.  They were the sweetest people and we fell in love with them. They were well worth the trip up there. What a blessing to be there.
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  1. Ginny MaxamNovember 29, 2016 at 4:01 PM

    Hi Cathy!! precious post, I'm enjoying going through your blog! I didn't know you had one! you will be more in my prayers!
    Hugs,
    Ginny M

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