Okay, so the rough patches come. They hit hard or they sneak up on you. Or, like the weather here, they come like a torrential downpour. BUT...we press onward because we have a hope that will hold steadfast and sure. In the end, I will look back and see the hand of God in the midst of all this. So, I press on.
I started language school this week. It is three hours a day for four days a week....and its all in Spanish. The teacher doesn't speak English, and I don't speak Spanish. BUT somehow it works. I learn more and more everyday, and I can't WAIT till the day that I can freely converse.
I met a little girl today and began to play with her in the Teen Challenge salon. I pointed to her shoes on the floor and said "Mio zapatos." She shook her head and said, "MIO!" Back and forth we went with our baby Spanish. I felt so blessed to communicate!
Driving down the street of the city, I see so much heartache. There and children begging and shining shoes. Beggars and people with physical ailments sit on the curb with their hands extended. The other day, a lady walked up to me in the car and exposed her upper right thigh. The flesh looked like it had been scrapped off. I later saw her in the rain, sitting on the dirty pavement crying out to the people passing by. I later found out that she had aids and but refused to come and allow Teen Challenge to help her.
Pray for those like this young women who are in desperate need of help but refuse it unless its on their own turns. Pray that the Gospel will penetrate the stony exteriors and hopelessness.
I started language school this week. It is three hours a day for four days a week....and its all in Spanish. The teacher doesn't speak English, and I don't speak Spanish. BUT somehow it works. I learn more and more everyday, and I can't WAIT till the day that I can freely converse.
I met a little girl today and began to play with her in the Teen Challenge salon. I pointed to her shoes on the floor and said "Mio zapatos." She shook her head and said, "MIO!" Back and forth we went with our baby Spanish. I felt so blessed to communicate!
Driving down the street of the city, I see so much heartache. There and children begging and shining shoes. Beggars and people with physical ailments sit on the curb with their hands extended. The other day, a lady walked up to me in the car and exposed her upper right thigh. The flesh looked like it had been scrapped off. I later saw her in the rain, sitting on the dirty pavement crying out to the people passing by. I later found out that she had aids and but refused to come and allow Teen Challenge to help her.
Pray for those like this young women who are in desperate need of help but refuse it unless its on their own turns. Pray that the Gospel will penetrate the stony exteriors and hopelessness.
Heather - you are ever in our prayers - I'm hoping that you'll soon be able to send us some pictures of these experiences you share - as always, my admonition to you is find solace in the only place that brings us Peace - and that place is God's word - I think of Peter and John approaching the man at the Beautiful Gate - their words should be our words as well - they said, "Look at us!" - he expected something similar to what all these people you observe in DR desire to receive - instead they were obedient to the direction of the Holy Spirit who was revealed through them - do the same (as I know you are doing) and while our heart can/should break for the dire circumstances of these people, your life is a continual reflection of the hope that was renewed in you and now share with them so that they understand what they truly ought to be expecting to receive - let us know if there is something you need - we are very proud of you - your brother rec'd your letter and expressed his support for the Service you're giving to God! All our Love - A&D
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