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Dear Faithful Blog Post Readers

B4660366-920F-4D5C-8605-84ACE4103DEADecember is a super busy time for everyone, and I will be visiting family in the States so I have put www.livingundertheshadowofhiswings.com blog on hold until January. I thank all of you for your words of encouragement throughout the year about the stories I’ve shared from my journal. It has been a great journey for me as I saw how many details of things I’d forgotten. I relived them as I shared with you many deeply touching episodes in my life here at Shadow of His Wings Inc. I look forward to next month with more to come.

May you all feel the love and giving spirit that is so prevalent during this great time of celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ.

Word Planters

A young girl arrived at Shadow of His Wings Orphanage in horrible physical and mental condition. She had suffered sexual abuse to the point that she did not have normal bodily functions. I faced another case that made me scream out for justice on her behalf. More than that, I desired that the Lord’s hand would heal her mind and body. She needed the “word planters.”

I met with her and shared words of love and hope, but I didn’t expect the response I received.

“Karla*, welcome to Shadow of His Wings. You’ve met the couple who are your house parents and the kids in your casita. Are you ready for school tomorrow?”

“No, I’m not going.” she growled out as dark eyes glared at me. “I don’t have a uniform.” I saw another hard case before me. Fill her with your love, Lord.

“We’re working on that now. We have a lady who will sew a skirt and top for you. There aren’t many extras in the storage room, and they are usually the big sizes. Meanwhile, you have permission to wear any skirt and top until your uniform is finished.” I hoped that the casual talk would help her relax, but she held her hands in fists, and her taut face didn’t show any signs of a smile.

“Karla, I’m here to help you in any way that I can.” Her smirk and sigh told me of her doubt. “You are a special young lady…” and before I could finish, she jumped in with, “No, I’m not.”

Several of the children I’d talked to may have thought this, but she was the first one to say it to me. I need your wisdom, Lord. Please help me to know what to say. I asked her some questions (did she have a good friend; did she attend church), but all of her short answers were matter-of-fact. She appeared emotionally cold. I couldn’t even see a flicker of light in her eyes, and her face was void of expression. Ana* had shut down her brain, but Karla had shut down her emotions.

With many prayers said, the Shadow team spoke words of love and hope into this girl. The response turned into a great victory when we saw her believing the words she heard. This gal did not know how to read and had not attended school before coming to Shadow, but with the annual Fine Arts competition looming ahead, Karla decided she wanted to participate. She memorized a long poem, dressed in typical clothing, and performed as if she had done it many times in the past. It gave me chills to hear her speak with a strong voice filled with emotion. Yahoo, she spoke with emotion! Yes! Lord, You did it. Those positive and encouraging words planted in her were bearing fruit.

Karla still had a long way to go in the area of physical and mental healing, but it thrilled me to see how the adults rallied around her with healing words. This turned into teamwork, with the Guatemalans and North Americans pouring themselves into her and other hurting children. I mentally thought of us as God’s “word planters.” I prayed that we would all be word planters with whomever we came into contact and that the Lord would give us His words of love to share. I knew there wouldn’t always be immediate responses like in the case of Karla, but we needed to do what we could and let God do the rest.

*Name has been changed.

Deserved Justice Continued

The girl whom we named Ana* clearly had mental and physical issues that needed immediate attention. With this situation being a new and huge dilemma for us, we followed what we thought to be the obvious route of wisdom. I took Ana to a missionary dentist, and after the exam, he said that her teeth indicated that she was about fourteen years old. We thought she would be a couple years younger than that. I realized that girls were smaller and looked younger than their age when they were nutritionally deprived in their early development—such was the case with Ana.

I watched Ana settle in with our family, and she showed the maturity of a toddler. She needed help with any type of activity, including taking a shower or brushing her teeth. The girls taught her to eat with a spoon or a fork, but she frequently used her fingers. This girl had deep needs, and I spent much time pondering what we could do with our limited staff and abilities. I knew the love and security she felt with us would influence her life, but I wanted to see healing. We needed to know what damaged her brain function.

“Ana, it is time to go upstairs and get ready for bed.” Ana looked at me and back at the floor but didn’t make any move to get off of the couch. “Come on, Ana. It is time to go upstairs.” All of the other girls had left for their bedrooms, but Ana didn’t budge. I took her arm and nudged her toward the stairs but felt solid resistance. I realized that “stubborn as a mule” needed to be added to the list of issues we would be facing. I lifted her face so I could look into her eyes, but she refused to connect with mine. “Ana, you are God’s beautiful creation. He loves you, and we love you. He brought you to our home so you would be safe and be part of this family. Part of being in a family requires obedience. I’m asking you to be obedient to me and go upstairs.” I paused and then prayed for the Lord to help Ana to understand what she needed to do and act on it. I didn’t know if she understood my words, but she rose off of the couch and, as slow as a turtle, moved up the stairs to her bedroom.

The court psychologist did not get anywhere with Ana during her first visit. We started out with me in the room and then decided it would be better for me to be out of sight. None of that made a difference, and Ana refused to give any type of response. She sat in her usual position, with her eyes looking downward and her bottom lip sticking out. I’m sure the psychologist tried every trick in the book to document some sort of action, but Ana portrayed a frozen statue. We were told that Ana didn’t need to come back for any more psychological appointments. The psychologist said that putting her in a mental institute would be the best option for her.

No, Lord, she can’t go to one of those horrible places.This isn’t justice! My heart sank. I had hoped that something would help unravel the mystery about Ana. I left the appointment with her, hand-in-hand, and with disappointment in my heart.

Next, we made an appointment for her to meet with a brain specialist in Guatemala City. Having a professional evaluate her brain function would surely shed some light on how we could help this young girl. I looked forward to this time with great anticipation.

*Name has been changed.

What Goes Around Comes Around

We have a saying in our culture, “What goes around comes around.” To me, the Bible has a clearer meaning of this in what is known as the Golden Rule: “So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you” (Matthew 7:12, NIV). The story I want to share is one of the most profound examples of this.

One of our James Project of Latin American employees got on the bus in her village one afternoon. Living in an area notorious for its violence and drugs, this woman always used caution. Seeing bad things happen around her was a part of her existence, but with prayer and trust in God, she lived her life in the manner available to her.

After boarding the bus for a trip to Guatemala City, she found herself surrounded by several young men. She saw the signs and knew their violent intentions. They moved her off the bus to a secluded area from the bus route. One man took a knife and slit the front of her shirt open from top to bottom. Overcome with panic, Debra* pleaded with the young men, “Please, just kill me.” She had seen suffering and violent behavior in such situations and concluded she just wanted to go Home to her heavenly Father.

Suddenly, one of the young men went up to her and asked, “Are you Miguel’s* wife?” Unable to speak, Debra shook her head yes. “Don’t touch her,” the man said. “When I went to church, her husband was the only man to show me love and respect. I can’t allow this to happen to his wife when he did so many things for me.” His companions released Debra and left her dazed and shook, but physically unharmed.

Debra didn’t know the impact of her testimony to my heart, for it helped me realize how important our daily interactions are with others. Her husband’s relationship with the young man turned the events in Debra’s situation so that her life was spared. He represented a credible witness of the Lord Jesus Christ to this teenager, not knowing the results of his love.

I want to be this type of witness to the people I relate to each day. The rule is basic. I just need to follow my heart with the love of the Lord in my response to others. I’m learning more about trusting the Lord to guide me in my daily actions so that I “will do to others what I want them to do to me.” I wish I could say that I never mess up, but when that happens, I confess the error, get turned in the right direction, and move forward. What a difference life would be if we made the Golden Rule one of our main goals in life.