I met Ignacia several years ago. She is a young woman terribly crippled by rheumatoid arthritis. She never knew her father and her mother left her when she was a child. (In this culture, typically,  when a woman "re-marries", the children from her first marriage are not welcomed into the new family.) So Iganacia was left alone. When we met her she was living in a hut that was about the size of a dog house, made of corn stalks. She is in tremendous pain all of the time and she had no way of supporting herself. So she lived off of the kindness of her very poor neighbors.We gathered the support of the local church and built her a little house and twice a month we help her with food and medication for her pain. She was depressed and discouraged at that time - thinking that her life was of no value. I remember talking with her, trying to encourage her with words about the kindness and love of God; telling her that the Lord had a purpose for her life - and even if she could do nothing else, she could pray for those around her. And I remember going away from that conversation thinking that those were the weakest, most ineffective words...but somehow, God used them. She has made it her life work to pray for those around her. 


I do not see her often as it is so difficult for her to walk, so it is always a treat when she is able to come. She is well known now in the area and is often called to pray for the sick. She told me of how she had just spent a month with a family, praying day and night for a man who was making the long and dangerous trip to the US. She is a gentle, humble woman of God and I am honored to know her. I know that she will have a very special place in heaven... She daily walks out Jesus' instructions to "Go...as you go, preach this message The kingdom of heaven is near. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freeely give." Matt. 10:6,7

Tios Xabaj (which means holy god of the rock) is a small village almost two hours from us here in Canilla. At this time of year, when the rains come daily and heavily, it is a challenging trip. We had a trip planned for last Thursday. The day started with almost nothing going well...two of our translators didn't come. We had no one to give the message and pray. It had rained during the night and we were not sure that we would be able to get through an area which is always precarious (where part of the mountain kind of continually slides downward). After some phone calls and some confusion about whether or not the village was ready for us, we set out. Starting in a new village, building relationships is always difficult. It takes about a year to actually gain the trust of the people. And when the physical obstacles are so great, it is easy to question whether or not it is God's plan for us to go. But we are persevering....


This little village is fairly isolated and has not ever been evangelized - at least that we know of. The community leaders have asked us to come, and we are very clear from the beginning that with the medical treatment comes prayer and evangelism. Their body language speaks loudly and clearly. They listen with arms folded, frowns on their faces, and then they begin to ridicule whoever is speaking. But the people are open....wide open. Several have already said "yes" to Jesus.

So we pray for strength to continue just as Paul prayed for the Colossians in chapter 1:10 - That we might live a life worthy of the Lord and might please him in every way; bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God....(my paraphrase).

"A Father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling." Psalm 68:5 The amplified version says that he is a judge and a protector to the widows. I like that. For some reason, there are so many widows in Chiminisijuan. And now, at this time of year, when crops have been planted but last year's harvest is gone, is when they begin to come. They are out of food for their children. And there is no way for them to earn money to buy corn....or anything else. Lucia came yesterday, heavy in her last month of pregnancy(see my last post). She asked to borrow Q100 (about $12) so that she could buy soap and a little corn. She brought all of her children so that they could help her carry the food that we loaded her up with. Maria's midwife came later. Maria gave birth about 3 weeks ago to a baby girl. Her husband died when she was in her 4th month of pregnancy, leaving her with 5 - and now 6 - young children to feed. She has no family to help her so her midwife fights for her - and we sent food for them as well. Rojelia came later in the day with 3 of her 5 children. Her husband died 5 years ago. Her oldest son is 12 and some days he works earning Q25/day (about $3) carrying loads of firewood for her neighbors. She buys corn daily to make tortillas for her children  - using all of the money that he earns just for corn. All of these women will pack up their families in the fall and take them to the coast where they will work, cooking for the men who cut sugarcane. They will earn a little money to sustain them for a few months. Their children will not be able to go to school and so the cycle of poverty continues.

But we know that there is hope in the God who defends and protects widows. He has placed such a burden upon us -and hopefully you - to pray each day for them. We  pray that He will provide for all of their needs - not just the physical but the spiritual and emotional needs as well. We do the very small part that we can but we trust that He will send help in their time of great need. And we know that He is a faithful God!  

Lucia is a woman who we have helped for several years. She is a widow with 4 young children. Her husband died about 4 years ago followed by her infant daughter of about 8 months. She fought for her daughter's life - as hard as one can who has no money, and no one to help with her other children, and without speaking the national language. And she was broken hearted when her daughter died.

We have helped her with food and medicine when she comes. She lives about a three hour walk from our clinic in Chiminisijuan. She goes to the coast to pick coffee when she can, taking her children with her. So we might not see her for several months at a time. She came about three months ago and we had not seen her for a while. She was obviously pregnant and I thought, "Well good, maybe she had found someone to help her." But when I did her ultrasound and told her that she was 7 months pregnant, she began to weep - huge gulping sobs. We have seen her in times of hardship but I have never seen her cry like this. She began to tell us about being "obligated" to have sex with a man on the coast. She has been rejected by the other women in her village as unclean and banned from her church who brands her as a sinner. She has no way to support her other children now and there is no food in the house. We talked about putting this child up for adoption (which is not really possible now in this country), about the orphanage where we knew that they would care for this new life. We loaded her up with as much food as she could carry and then delivered corn to her later in the week. She has come regularly now for her prenatal care. Tuesday when she came, I told her that she was about 6 weeks from delivery and asked what she would do when she went into labor. She told us that no one in her village would help her with the delivery so she plans to go to the local hospital. This is not common practice - almost all babies are still born at home. I have an idea that her 11 year old daughter will help her when the time comes. She then told me that she has decided to care for this baby girl herself.

Once again, I was amazed at the inner strength of this woman who has suffered so much injustice. And how, in spite of the treatment she has received from "her brothers and sisters in Christ" her faith has remained strong - her trust being in the unseen God.  I wonder what my faith would look like if I were walking her "her shoes". I am so afraid that I might be offended with God...  Pray for Lucia in these coming days - that God "out of his glorious riches , that he would strengthen her with power through his Spirit in her inner being..." (Ephesians 3:16 - my paraphrase)

I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him I will trust." Psalm 91:2


I have not written for a while. These have been challenging weeks for me personally. I have struggled with some health issues and have made many trips to the doctors here in Guatemala and ultimately in Houston where I stayed a few days with our daughter Hannah. There was a fear that I had an infection in my leg where I still have lots of hardware from my fracture many years ago. And while I have had as many different opinions as I have seen doctors, thankfully, there seems to be no infection. There was also a fear that I had a DVT (clot) in that same leg. The medication for that has made me weak and nauseated, but with the last ultrasound done, that clot seems to have thankfully, disappeared. I really hate thinking about myself and am pretty good at just ignoring pain, but as I watched the concern in my husband's face grow, I knew I needed to do something....so that is where I have been. Thank you to all of you who have prayed for me. What amazing friends God has given me!


And again, thankfully, I am surrounded by young people who continue the work here. As always, God is so gracious to not give us more than we can handle. Clinics have been quieter than normal and we have had no visitors in these last few weeks. As I feel my strength returning, I know that the pace will pick up again!


A final update on Rubidia....she went home to Jesus last week. She was never able to get rid of the infection nor did she have surgery. Please pray for her mama, Olga. Even though she is just 15, she never left Rubidia's bedside during all these months of hospitalization.

An update on Rubidia....She still waits in the national hospital. Her lungs have not cleared enough for the surgeons to do her PDA repair. Please continue to pray for her.

Our time here in Guatemala has taught us many things. One of those things is that there are seasons where we wait, and other seasons when we begin to see God move. We are beginning one of those seasons. Spurred by several things, one being little Rubidia, another being the arrival of Rachel who has come alongside to shoulder some of the responsibility, we feel that it is the time to begin to move on what the Lord spoke to us several years ago.

So here is our plan....we would like to use the existing clinic for just that. We want to build an additional dorm at the back of our property to house visitors (who stay in the clinic now) and teams. One of the churches who supports us in the US asked for a proposal which we gave them last week. As far as we know, they have not even talked with their board yet. So when we recieved a call yesterday from some friends who said that they would like to help us pay for the fence that we need to put up around the entire property (for security reasons) and for the well, we were a little more than surprised. Then in the afternoon, a friend wrote explaining that he had an idea for fund raising and did we have any projects that we needed funding for? It always amazes me how when we take that tiny step of faith, the Lord is right there to meet us.

I must admit that I am a little nervous about starting a building project. I have watched so many ministries loose their "simple devotion to God" in the midst the details of a project like this. But 2 Corinthians 9:8 says "God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work." So we are trusting in His grace!

This is Rubidia. She is 5 months old today and we met her 10 days ago in Chiminisijuan. Before I could even get in the door I heard her cough and knew that she was in distress. She was continuously coughing and gasping for air, her sats (oxygen level) were in the 60’s (normal is above 90)…for how long, I don’t know. We started her on oxygen and gave her some medication and she calmed down and was able to nurse. She is a scrawny little thing, weighing only 8 pounds. At the end of the day, we knew that we had three
options….take her into the Quiche hospital – which her mom refused to do; let her go home knowing that she would probably die; or take her home with us. And when presented with those choices, her mom chose the last.

So for the last 10 days we have cared for and prayed over Rubidia day and night. Her mom is so young - just 15 - but she loves her baby, never leaving her bedside. Yesterday, after realizing that she was not getting better, we made the decision to take her into the City for an echocardiogram. She has a PDA in addition to her pnuemonia, so she will stay in the national hospital in the City until her lungs are healed enough to withstand heart surgery. We left Olga (her mom) alone in a place where no one speaks Quiche, where she has no idea how to get home, where her mom cannot enter, in an area where it is not safe to step outside of the hospital. And yet this is the best hosptial that this country has to offer the poor. I have been there when the entire hospital had no water. The staff frequently goes on strike because of the lack of supplies. One time I was in the ER and there were no paper towels or soap for the doctors to wash their hands with. I watched them wash with water and then dry their hands on the curtains. The hospital was full yesterday but somehow they found a bed for her. Often it is so full that they shut the Emergency Room. Where these children go then....I do not know.

It has been an exhausting 10 days and I slept like a baby last night knowing that she was in the hands of others who are smarter than I. Our hope is that one day we will be able to have a place where children like her could come, be cared for professionally in combination with the love and prayer that we are able to give. Without a lab, or ability to do chest x-rays, or most importantly, a physician....we can only offer half of what little Rubidia needed. At moments like these, I am overwhelmed with inadequacy. I find myself asking, "Why Lord, what is it that you want us to learn from this?" Maybe it is just so that we fight and pray harder to build that place where children like Rubidia can come. Would you pray today for Rubidia and her mom?