Tag Archives: Orphan Outreach

You Bring – Love (second in a series)

1 Jun

There’s nothing like watching someone fall in love. Amy Hobbs did just that in Guatemala. The object of her affection? Read on and you’ll meet him. If you’d like to read more of Amy’s stories, you can visit her blog, Living Out Loud. And if you’d like to learn more about sponsorship of some precious orphans in Guatemala, reach out to Orphan Outreach.

On Thursday, I had been assigned the job of helping paint the ceiling in one of the boys’ rooms at Cerecaif. Adriana had drawn stars, the moon, a rocket ship and the star of the show, an astronaut. So we began painting the celestial oasis.

Love at first sight.

Sitting on the corner of a bottom bunk, flipping through the pages of a tiny New Testament, was Armando. Continue reading

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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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Knot.

27 Mar

“If I could break you know I’d break. If I could bend, I’d bend to become the knot that holds you up. I’d mend you.” ~Amy Courts, Hold You Up

Little is Much – Eleana

21 Mar

I’m sitting on the balcony of our home in Austin, listening to the birds happily sing their symphony to sunshine and spring. The breeze is strong and the air almost sparkles with the freshness of the season. The music of Amy Courts is a perfect soundtrack for the day. I look down at the woven sisal rug that adorns our little outdoor living area, and my heart is whisked away to other birds and other breezes and other fragrances – and to a woman named Eleana.

Cerro de Oro, from Lake Atitlan

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Family.

7 Nov

Our journey to Guatemala was made complete by the team of beautiful people who joined us. Jean Clark is a pediatric nurse in Florida, and this is our second time to serve together in Guatemala. We’re thankful to share her words today as our guest blogger.

Jean with one of the sweet orphans at Cerecaif outside Xela, Guatemala.

Life is fragile.

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Cerecaif.

2 Nov

On the outskirts of Quetzeltenango (also known as Xela), a small private orphanage is tucked away in the shadow of flower-covered cliffs.  If you didn’t know where it was, you’d be hard-pressed to find it behind the cinderblock retaining wall that looks like every other cinderblock retaining wall on the busy winding road. But just behind the metal gates lies a place of respite and healing for children removed from abusive situations. Continue reading

Team.

27 Oct

The notebook is filling with memories and God-whispers.  I wish I could press “pause” for just a bit, to simply sit and breathe and let the words become phrases to fill the pages of this blog – and fill the spaces of my heart one more time. I know the quiet time will come soon, and I’ll share the stories of Alfredo and Geraldo, God’s dance on the mountains, the quietest of processions, the joy of the word Scheminske and learning the best language of all. And it’s only Wednesday – there are stories yet to be lived as we work in Santiago with Pastor Diego and his church today. Continue reading

Maria.

23 Oct

‎Be persuaded, timid soul, that He has loved you too much to cease loving you. ~Archbishop Fenelon

My Maria

She’s 12 years old, and she has just moved to a new home. For the first time in a long time, she feels freedom.

Maria has a smile that lights up the world around her. She is talkative and loves to dance. Though she’s new to her community, she is making friends quickly. She is a blur of movement and activity – until it’s time to be hugged. It’s a new thing to her, but she is already a master at it. Her hugs defy her size. They are big and powerful, and they linger a while. Continue reading