Katie Shaw wrote the last entry but the scripture is so fitting..."let the children come to me..." as Little Winter went home to be with Jesus on Monday. Duane returned to the capital to help them maneuver the completely foreign process of taking the body out of the hospital and to fly them back out to their village in the Zona Reina. He landed briefly here in Canilla to re-fuel and they stoically held the little casket on their laps. They spoke not a word nor shed a tear.

And the triplets... We found a doctor who was willing to care for the mom until she delivered. He asked that she come into the hospital on Thursday where she was to stay until they are born. We walked out to her village Sunday to give her that good news and to let her know that we were available to help her get there. We even talked about resources to help her with her other children (as she has no other living family) while she is in the hospital. We left our phone number, agreeing to talk on Tuesday. She didn't call. As is so often the case, we do all in our power to help, but we cannot make them accept that help.

Our constant prayer is that in all that we do, that the love of Christ will shine through and men will be drawn to Him. In both of these families, we are left without seeing any change...no miracles, no hearts changed. The temptation is to become discouraged and to give up. However we know that we are just laborers, planting seeds where we can, watering when we can. But the harvest comes in the timing of the Lord. Only He can make those seeds grow to maturity.

On a happier note, the baby who we took back to the orphanage last week will go home to his family this weekend! We are rejoicing in this happy outcome...that he will not remain an orphan...and this is a miracle!