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, September 11, 2017

I met this woman at a mountain village church. She was huddled in the corner against the stone wall.  I motioned to her and asked her if  I could pray for her. With my interpreter we prayed and the little tiny woman would not look up.  I gave her a hug and the Lord let me feel some of the pain this little woman has experienced. It was more than I could handle and I and my interpreter cried and cried. After about 2 hours with her huddled in the corner like you see her now,  She gave me a small smile and I told her I would see her again and so with some of the clothes that have been sent to us to hand out I found some women's clothes that are small enough for her. I also found a sundress that someone made and sent that will fit her.   Thank you to all of you who send us clothes and toys and etc.  They  are so appreciated.   They say she has basically nothing and lives with some of her family but doesn't seem to ever talk or communicate. They told me about what her life had been like and that made me cry more.  I cry as I write this. I just want to see her and love her some more. 
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  1. kiwimeskreationsSeptember 12, 2017 at 1:59 AM

    Your love and tears are God moving through you - and healing her while touching the Father's heart more and more.
    Blessings
    Maxine

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