a mansion & a hospital


We’re teaching the village kids about heaven. In honor of the streets of gold, I wore my yellow shirt. As if it isn’t hard enough to keep kid’s attention, try keeping the attention of kids who speak another language! But it was worth it and I was encouraged because we went to the village the next day and they actually remembered the streets of gold and that Jesus lives in heaven and has a mansion for them!

the kids all drew a picture of their mansion in heaven

she made herself quite comfortable on my lap

I couldn’t resist posting this picture. I die laughing every time I see it! This was right before she grabbed my arm and put in under her chin as a head rest… hahaha!

On a more somber note, we visited the “hospital” today to pass out water, bread and pray for people. There are no words to describe it.

hospital visits and glove balloons

yes, they’re sitting on a metal bed with no mattress. That’s all you get here– a metal bed with a stick as your IV pole. If you’re lucky, you can bring your own rice mat to put on the bed. The patients don’t get food unless their families bring it in for them. And forget about privacy… it’s one big room where you share everything… even germs. It took everything inside of me not to jump up, glove up and use my nursing skills to DO something for these people… but instead we just spend time with them… being. It’s very hard for me to just BE with someone in need without DOING something. But this is a very relational culture, so the fact that we’d come all the way from America just to spend time with them and tell them Jesus loves them probably helped them more than an IV and antibiotic could.

singing songs

They seemed very happy to see us and I pray we brought them some hope as well. The hardest part of the day was when we went to the “maternity” ward. A mother just had her baby and when we came in the room to pray for her, she asked our translator if we could take her baby because she was too poor to take care of her. That just ripped our hearts out… the hopeless that a mother must feel to willingly give up her child on the spot to a stranger in hopes that she will have a better life. Please pray for hope for these precious people.



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