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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

Reluctant.

19 Jan

I leave for Romania in just over a week, to serve with a wonderful new ministry called Red Page. I’m humbled to be on the Executive Board for an organization so committed to caring for the discarded in that country, and have been inspired by the churches already on board because of of their love for her people. They are amazing.

And I feel so ill-equipped. I don’t know the language, don’t know anyone I’m traveling with, don’t even really know what my day-to-day is going to look like there. It’s a youth camp, and I’m 51. It’s a sports camp, and I’ve got the coordination of a slug. And it’s all about Jesus – and now for some reason I’m even concerned I’m going to suddenly forget everything I know about Him. Continue reading

Santiago.

28 Oct

The main street of Santiago.

We drove in the clouds, winding along roads pockmarked from recent mudslides. The afternoon skies disappeared in a blanket of thick gray mist as we . Getting to Santiago before dark was essential, we were told, because it’s impossible to see the roads at night. As the mist cleared, we saw our destination – a village of around 150,000 that rests at the base of a volcano.  Earthquakes are common, though few are strong enough to do damage. What did do damage to Santiago’s neighboring village, Panabaj, in 2005 was Hurricane Stanley. The storm filled the cone of the volcano, and the internal pressure caused a large section of the top to break way, literally covering the town in mud and rock.  Entire neighborhoods disappeared, along with a school, hospital and police station. The village has been slowly rebuilding, though many areas are considered unfit for habitation.  The Guatemalan government received substantial support from the US and other countries, but aid to those impacted has been minimal.  Only recently has a neighborhood of permanent housing been designed and built. Children who lost their families during the mudslide now live with relatives or in orphanages in other parts of the country. Driving past the cinderblock rubble is a haunting reminder of how quickly life can change – forever.

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