The mood here changed drastically 2 days ago with new arrivals!  Four students from Canada arrived and brought with them a lighthearted exuberance that we needed here.  We loved our weeks of family time but it was becoming time to get some new blood here and get things rolling!   It is JD, Jazmin and Jessy’s first time visiting Guatemala…. for Rachel it is her second.  She was with us last year for a few weeks and it is now a huge part of her life.  Day one for them began with part one of ‘the tour’….

We had big plans yesterday…. to visit sights, friends, and show our newest volunteers some of why we are here, beginning in Jalapa.  We started at the Jalapa dump.  The dump is a place that is hard to believe when you first see it.  It is a dump like any other city has…. one can even accept the pigs and cows that are left there by rich farmers to fatten them up…. what one cannot accept is the families living there.  The laughter in the truck got quiet very quickly when these 4 realized that the structured mountains of garbage are actually makeshift shanties that people live in.  Kids and moms are everywhere sifting through garbage hoping to find a scrap of food or a treasure to sell.  It is a place unlike anything I have ever seen in my life…. and I was rendered speechless and teary…. and I had been there several times.  I can only imagine the thoughts running through our visitors brains upon seeing this horror for the first time.  I remember the first time I went, I cried for days…. and it was an experience very formative to my decision to serve here.

Having JD speak Spanish is a blessing.  Our Spanish is improving and coming along nicely but communicating with the Mayan people is very difficult due to the speed and accent they speak with.  He wandered around and talked with people… One woman told him she had been living there for 30 years…. 2 children told him their parents were killed and they had no where else to go….  So many people… so many stories… each one just as tragic as the last…. There are very few word I can write to do this place justice…. suffice it to say that with the people covered in filth, living with pigs and rats, eating literal garbage and perpetual fires burning that if there is a hell on earth, the Jalapa dump comes very close to being it.  We handed out some candy, warm blankets, hats and warm clothing and left with promises to return soon with more provisions.   The ride out the gates of the dump was quiet with everyone thinking very hard of what they can do to help….

From there it was off to visit friends… Mynor, Vincenta and their family…. I wrote in a previous blog last year of their precious daughter Claudia.  Our team last year pooled money together to buy her a mini laptop computer so she could continue her schooling and hopefully get a job to help her very poor family.  We had many plans after visiting them…. but things change on a dime here…..

I read once a few months back on a sign at a Church near our home in Beamsville…. “Coincidences are God’s way of being anonymous…”…  I truly believe that.  Especially after all the ‘coincidences’ we have experienced here, through the years in Guatemala.  Well our visit with Mynor and his family was one of those ‘coincidences’….  We were going to visit them a few weeks ago but for one reason or another never got there…. so we decided that today was the day… no idea why…. just the way everything worked out.   Well we got there and I heard a scream of delight from Claudia inside the door when she realized we were there.  She threw herself into my arms and began to cry.   I looked over at Vincenta and she was holding her youngest son Jose David who is just under 2 years old, and she was quietly sobbing.   I let go of Claudia to hug Vincenta and she pulled violently away from me.  At first I did not understand, but she quickly showed me her son.  His arm was very severly burned and looked absolutely horrific.  She was holding up his arm… and it was weeping blood and looked awful.   Apparently he had pulled a pot of boiling water off the stove onto his arm on Monday…. they took him to the hospital but had no money to pay…. so the doctor cleaned the wound and sent them on their way.   Since then she had just been holding him, keeping his arm up… fearing infection and with no idea what to do.  It was a no brainer…. none of us needed to even talk about it…. we needed to help them.  So we told them that we were taking them to the Clinic and getting Jose David fixed up and we were paying.  She tearfully explained to JD that they had been praying for a miracle…. and then we knocked on the door….

The rest of our day was instantly planned for us…. there would be no more time for visiting our other friends or anything…. God had other plans for us this day.  So off we all piled into the truck and went to the clinic.   They took the little guy right away and so we waited.  They gave him some medicine to make him sleep and they took care of his wound.  We took the others to a local restaurant for some lunch and played with the other boys in the play area.  Vincenta and Jose David joined us when all was finished with his arm nicely wrapped and safely protected from infection.  We paid the clinic for 3 more visits so that they can just take him every few days and get everything cleaned up and he can stay healthy.   Together we ate… laughed and enjoyed the blessings of the day!

It seems that every day we are here, we are reminded of why we are here…. that this is our reason for being born into a country that is so prosperous….. that this is our reason for fundraising money for Guatemala…..I am reminded of what Hermana Mercedes said to us just before Christmas through her tears that “We were all born to serve the poor”….   My prayer, and I hope your’s  is that these young people that are here volunteering are touched… that everyone who visits here, or anywhere in the world that has need, are touched…. and that they spread the word… and one family by one family, together we can change the world….

Shanties at the Jalapa dump

Perpetual fires burn at the dump

Imagine raising a child here.....

Handing out candy, blankets and warm hats

Talking with a woman who has lived at the dump for 30 years....

Some of these kids parents were killed & they have no where else to go...

Mynor explaining what happened to Jose David

Jose David getting treated at the clinic

Playing with the kids while waiting for their brother at the clinic

Mynor, Vincenta, Claudia, Minito, Moso, Luisbin & Jose David (all bandaged up!)

Claudia and me

Our family and our awesome visitors.... Jazmin, JD, Jessy & Rachel

Settle in…  grab a drink… I have a lot to say today….

Ah, life…. life is funny…. life throws you curve balls… life is hard… life is fun… basically life is what you make it.  The past few blogs when I read them over are so very different and yet I am glad I wrote them.  They are raw and totally capture my feelings the first week here.  Wow, what a ride.  People ask me how I am doing here… hmmmm, thats a bit of a loaded question.  Basically I would say I am happy here.  Are there times I wish I was home?  Of course.  But overall, I am happy right where I am.  It’s been a weird couple of weeks. To go from the ‘normal’ life back in Canada to the ‘new normal’ life here in Guatemala has not been easy.  Funny thing about following the so called ‘calling’… once you get into it, it feels ‘right’ very quickly.  We are all moved in and settled into our new home.  I can describe it in 2 words…. LOVE IT!  We have made it our own already and have settled into a routine of sorts.  Sure there are many things to get used to…. like the fireworks (read: mini bombs) that go off in the streets literally at all hours of the night (today was 5-6am) as people celebrate the coming birth of Christ.  But overall things are good.  We miss family and friends back home and anxiously await our first visitors due to arrive shortly after Christmas!

Speaking of Christmas…. that is a tough one here.  Sure we have our 1 foot tree sitting on our plastic dining table, surrounded by our plastic lawn furniture ‘dining chairs’…. but it simply has been a struggle to ‘feel’ Christmas here.  For me, Christmas has always been a big deal.  I spend months preparing, shopping, and decorating.  Here I have done none of those things.  I bought that tiny plastic Christmas tree at the market for a few quetzals and one piece of blue and silver tinsel to decorate.  That is it.  Nothing else.  There are no Christmas carols playing here… not ones I know anyway.  There are no big decorated pine trees anywhere except the town square.  There is a bit of hussle and bussle of shopping in the market, but for us gringo’s it’s no worse than the normal chaos the market brings.  There is no mall here…no Santa sitting waiting for screaming kids to be put on his lap for pictures… Here, there are those fireworks set off, scaring the daylights out of you all night…. in anxious preparation for the birth of the Saviour.

We have made a family decision here… to pretty much not buy any gifts for each other.  But instead to buy gifts for the Hermana’s at the hospital and the children, both there and on the mountain.  Monday I am braving a trip to Guatemala city to take the Hermana’s shopping.  They need some ‘girl’ stuff and would like to pick out specific things… that will be their Christmas gifts from us and a very kind donor back home who gave a significant amount of money for gifts for them.  During that trip we will buy toys and things for the kids.  Should be an interesting day.  Overall, Christmas has had me kind of in a weird place.  The woman who made Christmas such a big deal back home was taught a valuable lesson yesterday.  People talk about the true meaning of Christmas all the time.. as we bitch and gripe on our way to the mall to do more shopping.  We get our blood pressure up on the crazy drive there, screaming at traffic we don’t have time to be in because we are afraid the ‘perfect’ gift might be gone if we are one minute late getting there.  Then we get to the mall and whine over the line’s in the stores, or the fact that the debit machines are so slow… We chase our tails for weeks before, preparing for an occasion that will be over literally within minutes of waking up on Dec 25th.  Is that what Christmas really is?  I guess it was time for me to learn another lesson…..

Yesterday, we were invited to a breakfast at the hospital.  To meet with Hermana Mercedes about the coming months and work projects etc.   Hermana Mercedes has been burned many times in the past.  People come and people go… People make promises to her and don’t follow through.  Hermana is a brilliant woman with a Master’s degree in medicine and is one tough cookie to crack.  She has always been very ‘guarded’ with us.  Never letting her guard down one bit.  Very nice and polite but waiting for us to bail on her so to speak.  At the end of our meeting yesterday… she made a speech.  One I will never, ever forget.  She spoke of how, ‘everyone in that room was born to serve the poor’ and that God send our family at a time when she was at a low.  When her faith in God was shaken because she had literally no hope.  There was no money, there was no help, there was no hope.  But God sent ‘Angels’ from Canada… and these Angels are spreading the word in a far away country… and sending more Angels… and God, through them have restored her hope…. her faith… and for the first time in almost 30 years she can see her dreams again…. dreams of opening other “hospitalito’s” (little hospitals) for starving children in other parts of Guatemala… Nicaragua, Honduras, El Salvador etc.  And for our family and the people of Canada she will always be thankful.  Children are being saved from certain death and she will pray always for us…..and thanks God for us.

When I looked up, when she was done speaking, I saw she was crying.  You have to know Hermana Mercedes to know this is an incredible thing.  All the other Hermana’s were crying just seeing her cry.  Of course that made me cry… I reached my hand across the table and she very hesitantly she took my hand.  I looked in her eyes and said… “we will always be here to cry with you, to walk with you and to follow wherever God leads right beside you”….  That was all I could manage in that precious moment.  Fernando, Geoff, my boys, all the Hermana’s and me and Hermana Mercedes… all teary eyed…. all together… united in a goal… a goal that God has put on all our hearts.  A goal that my family will see through until the end….

After that incredible moment… we parted ways.  It was time for us to go to a village about 2 hours away.  The village of San Juan Las Brisas.  This village is in the Santa Rosa region of Guatemala.  A lush, green area that is famous for growing coffee and sugar cane.  A region that is also famous for their earthquakes.  Back in July they had over 500 small earthquakes in a 30 day period.  Imagine living there… imagine being poor there.. no where to go.  Simply accepting your fate and knowing that a big earthquake could hit at any time and you could simple vanish from the planet… and no one in the world would know but your village… you are the forgotten… obscure little blips on this big blue ball. Guatemala is full of them.

A big one did hit… 3 big ones to be exact… back in September.  Fernando called us.  The village of San Juan Las Brisa’s was decimated by earthquakes.  The rains were heavy in September and they were cut off from help by the fact that the one and only bridge to their village was under the river so there was no way in or out.  People were dead and the ones left were cold, thirsty and starving.  We immediately sent money down for him to buy water, blankets and some food for this village and Fernando and his father delivered the supplies once the water had receded enough to get help to them. Yesterday was the day we were invited to meet the people we helped face to face.   We loaded ourselves, a pinata, some stuffed animals that were donated, some blankets and knitted hats that Geoff’s mom made into the truck and off we went.

To make this short and sweet, it was an incredible day.  We met Carmen and her sister… Together we toured the devastation and with heavy hearts went back to Carmen’s home where all the village children had gathered to see the white people.  Everyone knew we were coming and they were all dressed in their best clothes and had prepared a meal for us.  Fernando explained that we could only eat the meat they had prepared because the parasites in anything else would be very dangerous to our health.  Carmen brought out a 2L bottle of pepsi.  I have to explain… the amount of meat they had prepared and a 2L bottle of Pepsi costs more than they make in a month.  But for us, they sacrifice.  Drives us banana’s to think they won’t eat much now for the month… but its part of life here.  Give, give… give… give…  It’s crazy.  Would any of us back home share our last cracker if that is all we had to eat for a week?  If that is all we had to feed our kids?  Think about it… would you?   Anyway…. we ate… and we set up a pinata.  The kids were so incredibly happy… we found out after they had never had a pinata before and had no idea what to do.  After some instruction and after the first piece of candy fell… they knew.   Once it broke it was instant chaos.  So fun.  Many of these kids had never tasted ‘dulces’ (candy but literally ‘sweeties) before.  Then we handed out stuffed animals, hats, blankets etc.

I sat in a chair after it was all over and watched the kids.  They all had mouths full of dulces and were clutching their stuffed animals… some were happily playing all over the dirt with their new toys.  My heart was full…. full to bursting.  Bursting with the knowledge that I am where I am supposed to be.  Then suddenly a tiny little boy came up to me… He threw his arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and said … “muchas gracias” (thank you very much)…. then ran shyly away.   My eyes filled with tears…. and I put my head down so no one would notice…. When I lifted my head once I had composed myself I saw an incredible sight… a line of children… big, small, male, female…. each and every one of them threw themselves at me with arms wide open… hugging and kissing me and saying in Spanish…. “Muchas Gracias”…  One by one they came… they went to each and every one of us after me.   My heart almost burst… and I realized something…. THIS is what it’s all about… This is why I am here… This moment and the one I shared earlier in the day with Hermana Mercedes and the others is all I want for Christmas…..

The bridge that connects the village to the rest of the world....it was totally under water during the earthquake cutting off the village from help.

Zack & Fernando with a gift for us from the village

Earthquake destroyed all homes in this village.... had it happened at night many more would have died.

Fernando, Luke and Gabe with the village kids

Breaking stuff is so fun... especially pinata's full of dulces!

Once they figured out dulces was in that pinata it was pure joy & chaos!

The little guy coming to give me my hug and say thank you...

Life is full of lessons… even for us “old dogs”, God can teach us many new tricks.  We have been here in Guatemala for only 5 days…. feels like 5 weeks.  So much has happened and we have learned so much already.  There is a certain arrogance that surrounds our culture.  We think we are going to come into a country as missionaries and teach them better ways.  Funny thing happens instead… they teach us VERY quickly what is wrong with our ‘better’ ways.  Pretty much just about everything.  We come in with plans… Our plans suck, for lack of a better word.  Us arrogant Canadiense’s are brought to our knees within moments of being here.  We truly don’t mean to be arrogant… we come here with the best of intentions…. but we get knocked down instantly, to their level… which quite frankly is above ours in so many ways.

If Guatemala had a better system of equality and Government they would be coming to Canada as missionaries to help us.  Of that I have no doubt.  They would teach us patience… they would teach us to trust in God and not in ourselves… They would teach us lessons that our brains need to learn.  It has taken less than 5 days for us to be humbled beyond measure.   God wanted to make sure we were in complete surrender before He made things the way He wanted them to be and not the way we had envisioned.

All the struggles of the past few days, of which I won’t go into detail but trust me they were bad… were necessary.  Necessary to teach us a lesson that we honestly could not have learned any other way.  We had that Canadian arrogance knocked right out of us and now we are truly ready to do what we came here to do… God’s way, not ours.   We are so rushed in our lives.  And I admit I am one of the most chaotic people around.  Here, there is no such thing… everything moves at a relaxed, snails pace…. it’s so tough to get used to… especially when you are in need of something… like a place to live.  We expect everything to be done NOW…. Not going to happen… no sense getting your blood pressure up.   I swear people here don’t die much of stress induced illness… simply doesn’t exist.  They don’t get stressed.  Even the ones dying of malnutrition simply wait patiently for God to help them… Sure they do everything in their power to make things happen and at the same time they joyfully trust…. completely.  They totally understand that they need Him… and His will be done.

We have a home that will be ready for us to move in on Tuesday.  The location couldn’t be more perfect… less than a 1 minute walk to the hospital.  More than we could have ever hoped for.  We have some furnishings already… We have the basic necessities of life now… and we have each other.  That is all we need.  I will be learning to cook with wood, the Guatemalan way.. I will be learning to do laundry by hand, the Guatemalan way… I will be learning to shower with cold water, the Guatemalan way…  And I will be teaching them some of our ways.   Fernando’s family has given me the honour of preparing Christmas dinner… they want a traditional Canadian turkey dinner cooked in an oven that they have no idea how to use.  They want to learn our way…. and in return they will teach me their way.  What a wonderful exchange of lives taking place.

We have already experienced so much of the culture here… Beginning with the day we got here.  Dec 7th… El Dia del Diablo.  The day of the Devil.  Its El diablo’s birthday and at 6:00 pm fires are lit everywhere to burn pinata images of the bad guy.  They roast him and celebrate a new beginning to life in the ashes… they burn the bad guy and all he brings… he has no power here…. They won’t let him have any power over them.  Out of such simple lives come such wisdom!  What a beautiful symbolic ritual that has been carried on for centuries.

And so we carry on… with lessons learned… valuable ones that we will take home and carry with us the rest of our lives.  Only 5 days in and already we are changed people.  Makes me wonder in awe of what the next 5 months will bring….

Today is a new day… it’s amazing what a good night of rest can do for the spirit.  Everyone in the family woke up this morning feeling much more able to handle things.  My blog of yesterday was negative.  It was also short.  Basically if I had written about everything that had gone wrong in the past 48 hours it would have been 12 pages long…. it was about much more than just hot water.   Its amazing how one can just get hit over the head multiple times with bad things and still go on, but we are human and we can get pretty down just like everyone else when things become too much.  Yesterday we felt weary and worn down though.  It really took a lot out of us.  Basically it was a disastrous beginning.

Today, I am saying was the official beginning!  And what a beginning it was.  Early this morning we were off to the Hospital Infantil Padre Pedro for a Christmas party.  It was a ‘family reunion’ with all the children that had previously been rehabilitated at the hospital invited.  We were shocked by the sheer number of people in attendance.  Tears rose to my eyes as I saw Hermana Mercedes for the first time in almost a year.  She was surrounded by the happy faces of the little children that are now alive because she took it upon herself to follow the will of God and serve here.  Her and I shared a hug that had so much meaning behind it even though our spanish/english communication is still in its infancy.  There are some moments that are just beyond words…..

Heading into the nursery for the first time in almost a year was unreal.  Seeing all the children in their beds trying so desperately to get healthy breaks your heart.  Around the corner in his special room was Marquito…. That boy is so incredibly special…. Rachel has worked so hard for this boy and on December 15th he will have the first surgery to reconstruct his face.  It hit me as I held him and then again as Geoff was holding him and Marquito was laughing that without people like Rachel that precious boy would most likely have died.   God put him on her heart and she did everything in her power to help him… and help him she did.  I saw the proof with my own eyes… and heard his laughter with my own ears…. Amazing! After visiting the children, we shared lunch with the Monsignor of Guatemala, some other guests and Hermana Mercedes… The sisters prepared a very special lunch for their guests.  They treat us like royalty here and we do not like it.  We are here to serve them and yet they serve us so completely.  It is so humbling…. It truly is about relationships here… and we have a family here, more so than we had ever realized before.  That is a gift straight from God.

No matter what life throws at us here… we are ready for it.  This is why we are here… and nothing, not even no water (today we not only have no hot water but no water at all) will ever get in the way of what God has us here to do!   And on behalf of our family, we would like to thank everyone who is helping us financially… personally… prayerfully… etc.  Without you beside us, none of this would be happening.  We promise to stick it out and make the best of every moment and also be thankful for the privilege of getting to serve these wonderful people!

The Christmas Reunion Party at the Hospital

Fernando & Gabe

Geoff and Marquito

Me & Marquito

A wonderful traditional lunch

9 days and counting…. My next blog will be brought to you from El Progreso, Guatemala…. Unreal!!!   Preparing for Guatemala has been draining…. It has taken every fibre of our strength to get through these past few months.  Guatemala has seemed more far away than ever during this time.  Buried under our lives here and the mountains of paperwork and things that go into big time fundraising.  I guess I was not prepared… I kind of went into this blind.  Some of the time we have felt very alone in all of this and that is hard to take.

When you believe in something so strongly, its mentally draining to work so hard to try and make people understand…. but one simply must accept that not everyone see’s things the way you do.  I have seen… and it has changed my life… Some people who haven’t seen simply don’t understand.  I guess I see the world through different eyes because of my experiences over the past years.   Once you figure that out you can relax and not let disappointments rule you.   You learn to celebrate the triumphs and let the failures roll off your back in a sense.

Through all of this I have felt very overwhelmed… especially by the life change I am about to endure.  I am no saint… I am a normal person…. a woman with feelings, wants and desires like everyone else.  There are times I simply don’t want this life.  I see people with nice homes and cars and I almost mourn the loss of that stuff….  I’ve been struggling at times lately.  I find myself more ‘weepy’ than normal… a bit more on edge.  I was terrified.  To be honest more often than not I found myself thinking.. “how the heck did I get here?  Stop the ride, I wanna get off.”

Through all of this… I have talked with people… Friends both old and new….  Through these conversations I have been re-inspired.  While I’m not in Guatemala just yet, and they seem very far away…. I have experienced community like never before.  I have come to the realization that this is such a gift to us.  As strange as this sounds, its not just about Guatemala… It is about people.  People there AND people here.  I have learned so much through all of this.   We have a ministry… and so many people have thrown themselves into this beside us…. the people we serve in Guatemala will be well cared for…. But I have learned that WE will be cared for as well!!!  Its no longer us having a ministry… but being a part of a ministry and that includes us being ministered to.   It’s so hard to explain….

This past week we had both a fundraising dinner and a concert by NEWWORLDSON.  Planning the dinner was insane.  Details, paperwork, phone calls… epic amounts of planning.  Our friend Dave Tebbutt put the entire concert together so that was something thanks to him, we could just pretty much relax and attend.  One puts so much emphasis on the raising of money you become fixated on numbers.  Its a tough thing because Guatemala cannot happen without money.  But we have learned these past weeks that its NOT about the money.   It NEVER was about the money.  It’s about people.  Here and there!!!

There are people… key people… and you know who you are, and if you do not then I have failed at telling you how important you are to me and I am sorry…. but key people who have taught me over the past weeks and months how much I am loved and that is incredibly priceless… for that I will be forever grateful.  I love you… every one of you… and I have learned so much from you about what it means to be RADICAL in my faith and standing up for what I believe in even when it gets hard and overwhelming. I am not missing out on ‘stuff’… I am the lucky one… I have people who love me!

The minister of Calvary Church prayed over our family last night after the concert.  Something that was fairly new to us… complete with laying on of hands etc.  I cannot explain what an incredible moment that was for our entire family.  It was a pure gift from God and one of the most powerful moments in my life.  God was there in that room last night… and He, through everyone there last night renewed my strength at a time I needed it most.  I can go now… because it is what is right.  I have finally surrendered…. and there is a peace in that beyond measure.

Looking out over a crowd of people at the concert last night was an amazing experience for me and my entire family.   Looking into the faces of everyday people… some family… some friends… some strangers was so surreal.   The gentle smiles we saw spoke volumes to us.  These people, especially the ones we know were there because of love.  Love for us… love for what we stand for… love for each other and love for strangers thousands of miles away that need them.   Recently, it made me think of a quote I had put as my facebook status just a few days ago… “Stand up for what you believe in, even if you are standing alone.”….  The most beautiful privilege I get to have during this adventure is that I now know and understand that I never have to stand alone again… and that is worth more than anything.

Life is crazy sometimes…. especially my life, or so people tell me… there is so much chaos that surrounds me and my family so much of the time that I sometimes feel like I can’t breathe.  I turned 43 a couple days ago.  People ask me, “Do you feel older?”…. I do not feel older.  I feel like an 18 year old trapped in this body that is just beginning to feel the tell-tale aches and pains that come with aging.  But other than those aches… I feel great.   I do however feel as unstable as an 18 year old.   BIG, HUGE, MONUMENTAL changes in the Doppenberg household…..

We are slowly over the next 2 months phasing ourselves out of our roofing business…. the business that has treated us well over the past 15 years… the business that puts food on our table… the business that pays our mortgage… the business that supports us and our part of our youth/young adult & Guatemala ministry…. There are many reasons why Geoff & I have decided to make this decision…. the greatest reason is that we just have this overwhelming feeling that it is time.  Time for us to do more… time for us to help more…. time for us to serve more…. time for us to make a drastic change in our lives and having the company just takes too much time away from what we feel we are called to do…. We will make money to support our ministries but so much time will be free to spend on the things that are most important to us.

I am scared… out of my mind to be honest…. There is so much uncertainty.  I do not know what the future holds for us, but I am excited.  I know that there is a plan for our lives and the more we surrender and follow that plan the more things seem to fall into place.  Since making this decision so many things have happened that show us we are making the right decision.  I am not sure where life will take us now with it’s twists and turns but I am willing to hang on and enjoy the ride!

We have been invited to a special party in Guatemala… a party of all the rehabilitated children and their parents from the Nutrition Hospital.  A party that will show us what the result is when people care enough to send money, pray, serve and take an interest in a little hospital which is a tiny speck of need in the big picture of this planet.  Hermana Mercedes writes often and tells how much they are looking forward to us coming, spending time with them, especially Christmas.  I cannot describe how much we are looking forward to this and how much of a privilege we consider it to be able to serve these amazing Hermana’s and the sick children.  This is what it’s all about isn’t it?

For us there are no more dreams of big homes and fancy cars.  That part of our lives is behind us…. for us there are new dreams of equality…. No more can we eat a meal and feel nothing when throwing left overs away… We are mindful of every mouthful.  Every penny we spend has a purpose now.  Gone are the days of ignoring what we have seen…. we cannot ignore anymore.  We just finished our fall newsletter… it is ready to be mailed in the next week or so.  Inside is a budget.  A budget to run a better hospital in Guatemala.  One that uses the facility to its greatest potential.  One that strives to encourage people to consider giving…. If everyone lived on one less Starbucks a day that would enable a hospital that rehabilitates 200 malnourished kids a year to be well on the way to rehabilitating 1000.  In the pre-release of our newsletter, those that saw it grew quiet and their eyes grew wide when they saw our goal of raising just over $100,000.00 for the year 2011/2012.  Is that really a lot of money to completely run & renovate a hospital?   Money that would enable them to serve hundreds more children.  How many desperately ill children would $100,000.00 help in a Canadian or US hospital?  Not even one most likely…. Sad reality… but true.

I embrace the chaos that my life has become…. and I do it because I have built relationships with the people of Guatemala and that has made me realize things.  The very people I serve have become a huge part of my heart and soul.  They have become family.  I realized that I am no better than them…. we are all equal… and the fact that I was born in an area of the world with more than enough makes me want to even the score.  I can share… even when that means I get less so they can have more….my parents raised me that way.  Jesus tells me that is the way…. and I am going to follow that path head on!   When I look at the big brown eyes of the starving children in Guatemala, I cannot help but think of my own brown eyed boys and say to myself, “If this was my child, how far would I go to save them?….”

Billy & Celia

Baby Daryl

This little girl is now rehabilitated!