Tag Archives: Guatemala

To my friend, the thief.

3 Jun

True confession: Courtney is a thief – of hearts and of stuff. And this is a post about stuff. Continue reading

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

Sweet Moments – Little Samantha (guest post)

30 May

Ashley Davidson is a student at Texas Tech. Her ever-present laughter and beautiful sense of wonder are captivating, and she is truly a “kid magnet.” You can read more of Ashley’s observations about love and life on her blog, Love Encounters.

I just might have to blog twice today. lots of time, quiet time and lots of goodness. But first I want you to meet Samantha.

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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 – Love (1st in a series)

23 May

This is the story of a little man and his sweet corazoncito – and the power of returning.

Once upon a time in the year 2008, a love story was born. In the corner of a sun-drenched courtyard at a little nursing home called Cabacitas de Algodon (Little House of CottonTops), a little man set up his small “studio.” He carefully drew a house, his feeble hands holding well-worn colored pencils. This wasn’t any house, mind you. It was an elevation – the type of sketch used by homebuilders. Meticulous and mindful, he focused on his work, oblivious to the team of North Americans who had walked through the gates with guitars and new shoes. His art was his passion.

And it was someone else’s passion too. Continue reading

You Bring – Promise.

21 May

Today, I wept over French Toast.

Tostadas at Pollo Campero.

To be perfectly honest, my tears had nothing to do with breakfast. But when caught crying at Pollo Campero this morning, the quality of the French Toast seemed as good an excuse as any.

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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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You Bring – Hope.

17 May

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops… at all.  ~Emily Dickinson

In October of 2010, a brave woman named Evita quietly shared her dream. “I want people of God to come and teach my girls. I want the girls to have job skills. I want the girls to know how to make good decisions. I want my little moms to know how to be the best moms.” Today, she admitted she didn’t think anyone would really want to take the time. “When I got the phone call that your team wanted to teach my girls, I knew God heard my prayer. I wanted to scream ‘yes!’ even before I was asked if it would be OK. I had hoped and hoped someone would come, and here you are.” Continue reading

Theme.

14 May

There’s a moment before every journey to care for the discarded where the sweet whisper of the Lord says “here’s your theme.” Last time for me, it was “Little is much.” For Courtney, it was “Jesus first.”

This time, for me, the whisper came in the words of a song: Continue reading

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