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.

Friday, December 1, 2017

We talk about the abuse of the children but along with that there are multitudes of women who suffer the same abuse.  When I saw this woman she was huddled in a corner and I tried to get her to come out of the corner wall but she wouldn't.  She doesn't talk or anything.  After 3 visits to that mountain place I finally got her to come to me.  I talked softly to her and said I  was sorry for what she had been through. People say she is crazy because she just huddles and doesn't talk.  She has been so abused her relative told me.  Finally when we were leaving I went to her and told her that I loved her and I would be back with some nice clothes for her and some necessities.  (Thank you to all of you that send things like that and the nice soaps and everything. So I have some things for her and someone send jewelry and I have a bracelet for her to wear so that overtime she looks at it she will remember she is loved.  When I went to walk out the door I said to her I love you and I will see you soon and she tried so hard to smile but it was enough to show me that she wanted to be loved and understood.  

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