Author Archives: Carroll

The Birthing

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I looked forward to this board meeting, because we were going to my favorite restaurant. I possessed a little skip in my step (I was too old to have a big one), when we entered one of the most popular places in Guatemala. The smell from the roasters assailed my nostrils, and my stomach gurgled in anticipation of this tasty pollo (chicken). There would be no eating of beans and tortillas this night. While we waited for the rest of the board members, my friends and I chatted, as I gradually pulled myself away from food thoughts.

For months, I had been asking the Lord why I felt like there was more He wanted me to do in Guatemala. I hadn’t received any answers, but something resonated in my heart—something besides teaching missionary children. I just hadn’t been able to put it into words yet. I shared my feelings with my friends. “I know I’m doing what the Lord wants me to do, but I sense that there is a change coming.” I had no clue how quickly those words would come back to me.

The last member of the board, Pastor Juan,* came in, and the board meeting started. As an advisory board, we needed to make some decisions as to what widow or orphan needed assistance, and then act upon that need. A gentleman in Missouri sent money to ACSI (Associated Christian School International) for this purpose. The director of ACSI gave my friend, Joanne, the responsibility to oversee this project. Believing in doing things properly and with accountability, my friend formed an advisory board. She asked me to be a representative, because I had been widowed and worked with children as a mother and a teacher.

During the meeting, Joanne addressed the group, asking, “Does anyone have concerns or suggestions for someone who needs help?” I did have someone on my heart. My sixth-grade students from Christian Academy of Guatemala told me about twelve-year-old Arelie. I spoke up and shared the story of this young diabetic orphan girl. She lived with her sister and husband, who sold any donated medicine and used the money for their personal use. Arelie was dying.

“What could we do as a board to help her?” Joanne asked, looking at me expectantly.

“I would like to offer her sister and husband some money, if they would give me custody of her. Then we find her a home,” I responded. The words hung in the air as my friend translated them into Spanish for the others. Pastor Juan reached over, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, “You couldn’t get the girl out of the village, but I could. Then I would put her in the orphanage you are going to start.” His prophetic words spilled forth like cold water thrown on me. An orphanage? Lord, what are you telling me? Pastor Juan added that I had shown a heart for children, and I should be the one to start the orphanage.

With wide eyes and her mouth open, my friend responded, “Carroll, that’s a great idea! Have you ever thought about such a thing?”

*Name has been changed.

Open Door for Life

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Death seems to be a more acceptable part of life in Guatemala. Perhaps it is because of the high rate of violence, accidents, and sickness. Widowed at a young age, I knew about the pain of death, but over the years, I experienced infrequent times of this type of grief. The Lord allowed me to see death from a different perspective.

Miriam* worked for Shadow several months before she left us and entered into a marriage. The girls welcomed her husband as a part of our family. The couple lived in a mountain village many miles from us. As time went by, we heard about the birth of Josselin*. When I met this precious little one, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her soft black hair.

Because of the cold mountain air, Josselin developed pneumonia. She ended up in a Guatemala City hospital, with congestion and coughing. The parents hoped the medical people could remove the fluid out of her tiny lungs and help her to breathe.

I had finished with an early appointment and decided to go to the hospital and see the parents and the baby. When I walked into the room, I caught the end of the explanation for the need of surgery. Miriam and Jose* looked at me with hopeful and expectant expressions. It confused me, but I waited to hear the doctor for more information and why my presence would make a difference. I had intended to see if Josselin had responded to the antibiotic given the night before. Lord, I don’t know what is going on, but I ask that you show me the reason I am here.

The doctor continued to say that the only hope for the baby’s survival was to have an operation on the lungs and drain the fluid from them. He spoke in Spanish, so I did the usual struggling trying to make sense out of everything. I asked him questions to confirm what I thought he said. He did admit to the danger of the surgery for one so young, and that there would months of therapy and medication afterwards.

Then it became clear. The couple wanted me to make the decision about whether or not to go through with the surgery. They assumed that I understood about the process. The doctor used medical terms that they did not understand, and the cost of the surgery overwhelmed them. These typical mountain villagers had a little plot of land raising corn and vegetables for their existence. Lord we need to help them.

I called my friend in the States for advice. I couldn’t get an answer, and all eyes looked at me for a decision. Finally, I told Miriam and Jose that it had to be their decision. They were the parents, but we at the Project would help them in anyway we could. With his eyes looking downward, Jose said that they wanted to take Josselin home to die. The doctor looked my way and told me to try to change their minds. “This little fighter needs the surgery.”

I replied, “They are the parents and they are the ones who need to decide what is best for them.”

With the decision made, I told them I would take them to the our friend’s house and make plans for their return to the village. This plan included complications, but God made a way through all of it. I needed to find transportation for the three-hour trip. A chicken bus wouldn’t serve the purpose this time. While I started making calls for assistance, the disappointed doctor removed the breathing apparatus and tubes and prepared the baby for travel.

We were fighting against time, because city law said that if the baby died in the hospital, there would be a mandatory autopsy and then enormous funeral expenses. The parents would not be able to take Josselin to their village for burial. She would have to remain in the city cemetery. The doctor helped with this by giving the couple a death certificate, so they could register this in their village when that time came. With the baby bundled in a soft blanket, we rushed out of the hospital.

Josselin didn’t make a sound all the way to the house. Is she breathing? Did the doctor give her something to sleep? Oh Lord help this brave and hurting couple. I fought the tears and prayed for strength for all of us.

Our friend prepared a meal for the couple to eat before they began the long journey home. I took the little one in my arms, anxious to know her physical condition. I gently moved the blanket back and felt her warm forehead, but when my hand moved down her spindly arm, I noticed how cool it felt. Concerned, I checked for a pulse and couldn’t feel it. Oh Lord, has she gone home with you? My hand moved to her face and head, and I realized she was cooling down quickly. She left us to go to her Heavenly home. This little one would not have to suffer ever again.

Miriam and Jose were busy talking and eating like at any other normal meal, so I continued to hold the tiny lifeless body. Choked with emotion, I rocked her from side to side. I didn’t know how to tell them the news. My friend looked at me, and I shook my head no. Miriam saw me do this, and they took the update without any signs of emotion. I think they grieved at the hospital during their days and nights of vigilance, already accepting her death. I held back my tears until I later. Now, I needed to find them a way to get the baby to their village. It took calling four contacts before I found a missionary couple who wanted to provide this service for the parents.

Miriam and Jose let their beloved baby go knowing that her new heavenly home was a much better place. They did not want her to suffer with surgery, therapy, and all that would come after. They looked to the Great Healer for their darling daughter and rejoiced that she was with the Lord Jesus. They did not question God’s unconditional love, but trusted in His plan for their precious Josselin. I greatly admired them in their trust and faith, and I determined in my heart that I would be like that. They knew that one day they would be reunited with her, and what a joyous day that will be.

We all can have that hope in Jesus our Lord. His resurrection provided us with the way for our eternal life with Him, if we choose to live our life with Him in this world. Death does not have a hold on us. Instead, it is an open door for a life of love such as we’ve never experienced before.

*Names have been changed.

Refuge from Earthquakes

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I stood in the bathroom preparing for a luncheon engagement when the floor started rolling. The washer downstairs repeatedly banged against the wall, confirming that I needed to get outside quickly. Earthquake! “Lord, keep us all protected,” I mouthed as I grabbed the rail of the stairs. I literally flew down stairs and ran to the front door. Parked in front of the door, my car bobbed like a boat over waves on a lake. The sounds around me were loud, as the buildings shifted and groaned under the strong movements of the earthquake. My heart rolled right along with everything else. Then it all stopped. Quietness set in until the initial shock passed, then everybody around me went into action. I persuaded my rubbery legs to function and entered the apartment to see what damage had been done. I had felt tremors in Guatemala several times, but this was an earthquake.

It amazed me how well-built the concrete block homes were. Everything in the apartment held together as if it had been gently rocked. Nothing broke, and the windows held firm. I thanked the Lord for His protection.

On January 13, 2001, the USGS reported that the 7.9 earthquake, on the Richter scale, had its epicenter off the coast of El Salvador. This devastating earthquake caused several landslides in El Salvador, killing hundreds of people and covering villages and homes. Eight people in Guatemala died as a result. The news said that this earthquake was the strongest in El Salvador since 1986. We lived about 148 miles from the devastation. After the main earthquake, the ground continued to convulse, with 660 after-shocks reported.

To add to the drama, the active volcano Pacaya boomed during the night, with huge columns of smoke pouring into the sky. I felt like we were in a scene right out of the Indiana Jones movie set.

We felt many of the after-shocks over the next several days. After the first night of several shakings, I slipped my clothes on as I prepared for bed. I didn’t want to be in my pajamas if I needed to make a hasty retreat outside. What I didn’t wear to bed, I put in a pile by the door to grab on my way out. I wanted to be prepared. I already had a small survival pack, but it enlarged greatly after this experience. I loaded up the trunk of the car with water and a food supply—just in case.

A week later, while at school, another big earthquake hit us with the epicenter in southern Mexico.The long florescent lights swung back and forth as I moved the kids to the inside wall, away from the windows. One of my students had a panic attack and started hyperventilating. Fortunately, the tremor lasted only a few seconds, because Tom* ran to the hall and hollered, “I can’t stand it, I’ve got to get out of here.” Another teacher covered for me while I took him outside to calm him down. We talked, and I prayed with him. However, with all of the earthquake activity that had been going on, he sank deeper into his state of fear. I encouraged him to come back into the classroom. He replied, “No way.”

“Tom, I’ll let you put your desk by the door, we’ll keep the door open, and you can see the outside door from where you sit.” After a few moments of thought, he agreed to do this. We entered the classroom, and I knew we needed to read Psalm 91 again and talk about the Lord’s protection. Peace settled upon Tom and the other students when they were reminded of the love the Lord shows them every day and that He is their Protector.

All of us experience a certain degree of fear at different points of our walk in this life. I may have reacted like Tom in the earlier years of my life, before I knew of the Lord’s love. Psalm 91 comforts me and is a favorite passage that reminds me of the peace that the Lord wants all of us to have. My heart still races when the ground moves, but knowing that the Lord has my hand helps me to feel peace and trust in Him. Another favorite reminder of His love is Isaiah 41:13, “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” Isn’t He awesome? Our Creator encourages us to have a personal relationship with Him in this life. I hope and pray we can hang onto that hand and not let go no matter what happens around us. It’s our refuge—a safe place with Him.

*Name has been changed.

Kidnapped Continued

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If you haven’t read the post from last Friday, you will want to do so before you read today’s post.

When one of the armed men shot the tire of the car, it didn’t go flat until Linda’s* family made it home to seek help for rescuing her from the kidnappers. It was a miracle—one of many that day. Another miracle happened when a neighbor noticed suspicious activity in the house next to her. She called the local police, who already knew about the kidnapping, describing activity that didn’t seem normal. In the series of events that took place after that, Linda was rescued two and a half hours after the kidnapping. One of the kidnappers got shot while the others fled, but Linda calmly went to her rescuers. The officers took her to the Embassy, where her family waited under protective custody. At school, the administration gathered everyone together to announce the successful rescue. The cheers and praises were probably heard in the next town over. God heard and answered our prayers.

This tragic event became a testimony to Linda and her family. We celebrated her return to school, and she shared her bravery and trust in the Lord for her life. Linda understood Spanish and spoke with her captors, who showed her favor. Nobody tried to touch her or hurt her in any way. She boldly talked with them about the Lord, and confronted them as to why they kidnapped her. “What if something like this happened to one of your loved ones,” she challenged. Linda felt a sense of peace that could only come from the Lord. Philippians 4:7 says, “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” (NIV).

This event provoked fear in most of my students, to the point that their parents asked the school for counseling and follow-up for the kids. Some of them were having scary dreams and not wanting to leave their homes. Instead of having normal classes, we opened our Bibles to the scriptures that describe God as a refuge.

We read Scriptures that say we can put our hope and trust in Him. Our favorite passage, Psalm 91, begins with, “He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust’” (NIV). His refuge isn’t a place we can randomly enter, but with a personal relationship with Him, we can freely enter this place at any time. We are not always going to be kept from bad things happening, but in our relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ, He will go through it with us guarding and protecting us each step of the way. That’s where testimony comes in. We go through the test and have the testimony of His divine love. Our talks with the students were deep and had a healing balm as we sorted through these truths.

The school counselor came into the classroom for group sessions. The process of healing took time, but we all stood together for one another in the love of our Lord.

God did not create this world to be sinful, but He gave humankind the freedom of choice. It is sad when someone chooses to do evil, because it affects the innocent. Our encouragement came from Linda’s choice to testify to her captors and trust the Lord with her life. I hope her testimony encourages you. None of us knows what tomorrow brings or even the next hour. One doesn’t have to live in a third-world country to see tragic happenings, but the Lord God remains a place of refuge for any who wants to enter in.

*Name has been changed.