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Shadow’s Anniversary

Ten years ago the rain came down as 600 people huddled under the tent and on the porch as we continued in the dedication of Shadow of His Wings Orphanage in Monjas, Guatemala. It didn’t stop the girls who all had their parts in the ceremony. The celebration and dedication were for them, and they proudly started everything with their praise and worship dance. They ended it with individual prayers for all of the guests.

IMG_0262 2We laugh about the deluge that we endured in 2006 but, it happened again when we celebrated the Shadow’s 10th anniversary two weeks ago. This time, we stayed dry under the roof of the multipurpose building and welcomed the much-needed rain. Guests included former house parents, workers, and girls who left the home.

 

 

Bryon Applegate, COO of James Project of Latin America shared the following:

During the last ten years:

*Over 200 children have been served through Shadow.
*The central kitchen has served 700,000 meals.
*Thirty missionaries have served at Shadow.
*Fifteen sets of house parents have worked at Shadow.
*Sixty teens have graduated.
*One God provided for all of this.

Bryon went on to state:

*The same God who led two million Israelites out of Egypt led two women to Monjas, Guatemala.
*The same God who fed the 5,000 feeds the children of the Project everyday.
*The same God who called the twelve disciples called the staff and missionaries to serve here.
*And the same God who claimed Mt. Sinai as holy ground claims this property as holy ground as well.
*It was not that the actual ground on which Moses stood was holy; rather, it was the presence of the holy God that made it holy. God’s presence is here as well.

“In another ten years when it’s time to celebrate 20 years on this property, most of you will not be here. But as you look back, whether you were here as a child, missionary, as part of the staff, or as a team member, hopefully, you will remember what God did for you and to you during your time here.”

Bryon concluded with a declaration, “This is His project and His property, and we are His servants and children.”

IMG_0264My heart did flip-flops through the program, and when some of the girls, who are now adults, did a praise and worship dance, I couldn’t hold it back. Tears filled my eyes and memories of times past flooded my mind. Bryon said it well. This is God’s project and everything we saw, and all the accomplishments go to His glory. I felt blessed to serve with our Lord.

In November we will celebrate 15 years from the time James Project Latin America/Shadow of His Wings became an official non-profit association. I look forward to another memory packed time as we celebrate Shadow’s Anniversary.

Free From Fear: Part 2

Free From Fear: Part 1

IMG_1567Stephani* needed to tell me what gripped her mind. She refused to communicate with others and looked like a scared refugee when she sat in class with the other girls. Lord, what caused these emotional issues? I probed and finally turned to Colossians 2:15 in my Bible and read to her how Jesus triumphed over Satan and disarmed all demonic powers and authorities at His crucifixion and resurrection.

“He stripped them of their power to hold people captive against their will.” Then I had her read it and tell me what it meant. She responded that she had victory through Jesus. Those were the words I wanted to hear, and it secured another step in the process of setting her free from fear. We prayed more, and the power of the words she read began working inside of her. Stephani* then took authority over the enemy’s messing with her mind.

With more coaxing, she confessed, “Mama Carroll, I don’t want you or anybody to hate me. I’m a bad person, and I don’t know how anybody can forgive me for all the awful things I’ve done.”

I could see her confession included herself. So many times I’ve been able to forgive others but couldn’t bring myself into the equation. That horrible feeling consumed me, and yet the Lord included me in the line of forgiveness.  Lord, please open Stephani’s eyes so that she can see that love covers a multitude of sins (1 Peter 4:8).

Mary Magdalene came to mind, so back to the Bible we went. I shared how the love of the Lord changed this prostitute’s life, because Jesus forgave her. I explained that Mary had been forced into her lifestyle. “She sold herself out of choice because of tough situations, but she came to the Lord for forgiveness through His unconditional love. They became close friends, and she served with Him and His followers. He forgives you, and so do all of us. We all have areas of shame in our pasts, but we are no longer bound to them.”

“You feel a fear of what others think, but that is a deception of the enemy. You are surrounded by people who love you for who you are: a beautiful, kind, and gracious young lady. What happened in the past is nailed to the cross of Jesus, and you can leave it in the past.”

Stephani lifted her head with a determined look on her face. That look stirred hope in me that she understood freedom awaited her. We continued to pray for her healing and acceptance of forgiveness.

We face times when we are unable to forgive ourselves, but reaching that level needs to be obtained to be fully healed. Forgiveness is the key to healing: the door needs to open and the garbage cleaned out.  Later that evening I saw breakthrough as Stephani talked and laughed with some of the other girls. She experienced a new joy in her life by being set free from fear.

*Name has been changed.

Free From Fear: Part 1

Most of the girls who come to us have been sexually abused and live with scars on their hearts and minds. Our desire is to bring healing through counseling, love, and prayer. Each girl’s healing process is different, but one issue seems to be common: each child takes the guilt upon herself for what has been inflicted by others.

Stephani* cried in class, chewed her nails until they bled, and sat with her head on the desk, refusing to participate in class. The directors of the school contacted me with the concern that our girl had hit bottom. Nothing changed after their talks with her, and they asked me to step in for some spiritual intervention. Stephani had left her sinful life, but the enemy still had a hold on her, and she needed to be set free from fear.

IMG_0003I knew some of the pain Stephani felt because she lived with me. She didn’t know I had been seeking the Lord for ways I could help her. The time had come for serious sessions of counsel. Finding the cause isn’t the tricky part. It’s untangling all of the thoughts and feelings, besides working through the pain to see healing. I only had a few counseling courses, and would be considered an amateur, but I knew the Lord could heal her despite what I lacked. He would be my guide, and His promise to give me wisdom when I needed it brought me comfort.

“Stephani, you need to talk to me,” I said, as I lifted her chin so I could look into her eyes.

Her eyes flashed, and I could see darkness. “Honey, tell me what you are feeling.”

Moving her head down again, she mumbled, “I can’t.”

“Are you afraid of something?” I asked.

When she nodded, I took her face between my hands and gently pushed her bushy hair out of her face. “You do not have to be afraid, and I want to pray for that now. Are you okay with me praying?”

She nodded again and surprised me by not hiding her face. I prayed against any spirit of fear and spoke the promise from the Bible that God doesn’t give us a spirit of fear. After the simple prayer, I saw even more resistance and knew we entered the battle. We continued the process to set her free from fear as I sought the Lord for what we needed to do next.

*Name has been changed.

Pass It On

There’s a movement called Pass It On where someone pays for the items of a person behind them at the checkout stand or a fast-food diner. I experienced this in the airport when I went to a restaurant. I ordered my meal, and when I asked for the check, the waitress told me that it had been covered. I didn’t owe anything. I’m sure I had a question mark on my forehead because she slowly explained that she had paid the bill and encouraged me to pass it on. I felt appreciative of the gift, and my thoughts propelled back to a time when I had such an opportunity.

A couple in our ministry at Shadow of His Wings Orphanage had a beat-up junker that they used to make the three hour trip to the City and back. Having their three children with them, and knowing their stories of breakdowns, my concern for their safety deepened. Lord, how can I help these people? The Lord answered that question.

I made frequent trips to Guatemala City with girls from the orphanage, and when I heard about a the sale of a newer car than mine, I decided to look into it. The owner, a relative of a staff worker, lived in the next town over, which made it easy to check it out. The owner bought the Toyota Corona from the US through another relative who worked with a Toyota dealer, making the idea more lucrative. Could I make such a purchase?

Looking at my funds and meager savings, I decided to take the plunge. Meanwhile, I looked at my other car and pondered the suggestions of selling it and using that money for the new car. But the Lord led me in the direction of the couple needing reliable transportation. I felt giddy as I developed a plan.

Later that month, we celebrated the staff Christmas party at my house. I gave the last gift to Jorge.* He patiently opened the box and pulled out a newspaper, a piece of brick, more newspaper, and then his body froze when he saw car keys lying on a card. Jorge recognized the keys because he had driven my car. His lips quivered, and tears filled his eyes as they traveled back and forth from me to the box.

“What is it?” asked one of the guests.

Jorge’s wife hurried over, looked in the box, and shouted, “Oh, oh!” She grabbed me sobbing as she blubbered thank-yous over and over.

Jorge gently took the keys in his hand and sauntered over to thank me, but words seemed locked up in his mouth. This is probably the only time in history when this guy remained speechless. Everybody cried along with them.

“This is your gift from the Lord. He provided another car for me, and He wants you to have this one.” While giving me a half-hug, the shaking in Jorge lessened, but his heart hammered like a runner’s after a 50-yard dash.

I had insight into why we call our Lord the Great Gift Giver. The overwhelming delight in watching the receiver and sharing such intense love makes a person want to give everything away. It’s not about me but about listening to the Lord because we can all be instruments of Pass It On. Being a recipient is a blessing, but being a partner with the Lord in giving can provide a heart-bursting experience.

*Name has been changed.