Tag Archives: Antigua

A Life Changed.

2 Jun

This morning, I ran. I should say, I attempted to run. And then I received the link to this video. I ended up standing in the middle of the road, bawling like a baby. If you would like to join GuateTeam on its next adventure, reach out to Orphan Outreach. We’d love to have you join our family.

Thank you, Amy Hobbs, for creating this video.

~Ronne

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Home is Where Your Heart Is… (guest post)

28 May

Kylie McCracken is from Land o’Lakes, Florida, where she serves as Student Ministry Director at The North Pointe Church. We were honored to have her on our GuateTeam – her quiet spirit and tender smile were like good medicine as the days grew long. You can read more of her thoughts at LiveLoveServe. 

I’ve been on many mission trips before, even international. And I’ve done quite a bit of travelling. I’ve spent time meeting new people, seeing different cultures and seeing God at work in different parts of the country and the world. I think all of that is why I haven’t yet figured out why my week in Guatemala has had such an impact on me. Continue reading

You Bring – Family

19 May

Sometimes, girls just want to be girls. They want to listen to music and dance. They want to giggle about boys. They want to bake cookies, make beautiful things with their hands, braid hair, and talk about what life will look like when they grow up.

Today, in a transition home tucked away on a quiet cobblestone street in Antigua, girls got to be girls.

Evita's girls, posing for special pictures on their "girls day."

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Whispers.

12 May

Tomorrow night, we’ll be there again. Guatemala. Tonight, my heart is filled with a million whispered prayers. I pray for each member of our precious team – Shea, Amy, Kylie, Kelly, Richard, Ashley, Emily, Tricia, Janice, Teresa, and my fellow Wordpainter, Courtney. I pray for our dear Orphan Outreach companion Gloria and the team of translators she has hand-picked. I pray for Josue, our guardian angel bus driver. I pray for the 272 young women awaiting our arrival at Hogar Solidario, the seven girls ready to learn to decorate cakes and bake bread at Evita’s House, and the 49 sweet children at Cerecaif who remind everyone they meet of the awesome redeeming love of a mighty God. I pray for hope to shine brightly. I pray for miracles, great and small. I pray for joy like rain and power like the gravity-defying flowers that spring forth from the cliffs in Xela. And I pray for communion as rich as the time spent holding the hand of an abuelita at Cabacitas de Algodon.

I pray for beauty to be found in the margins, each and every day. Lord, let me not miss a moment.

~Ronne

iPhone.

30 Oct

It’s 5:30 in the morning. The seemingly ever-present Guatemalan traffic is napping now, which was a blessing as we took our team to the airport to catch their flights home.  Courtney and I now sit in silence, caught in that strange place between longing-to-stay and longing-to-be-home.

This country feels so familiar – if I was a brave girl, I believe I could even drive from one place to another and not get lost (bravery being the key word, since driving here requires a lot of skill and an ability to shape-shift to accommodate the traffic and crazy switchbacks, mudslides, ravines, and occasional body of water that may or may not be between you and your destination).  Yet every visit is full of brand-new. Every day is full of broken, poured out, and filled up. Every room is full of stories.

The language of the stories varies. Sometimes it’s a language of words and phrases. Sometimes it’s a language of song. It could be a language of touch, or tears, or laughter. But I have found one universal language that translates instantly to “let’s be friends.”

The language of iPhone. Continue reading