Day 4 - 2nd post

Day 4: evening Blog
Our evening ended with group “wow” time, circled up under an ivy covered pavilion. We shared moments from our day where we met with God and saw God at work in those around us.
The women workers at the Center met one last time, together, and with a designated member from our group—Angie. She shared with the women about the gift of prayer and encouraged them to pray together as a staff. They said they had never prayed together as a staff before. So the women designated a journal as their “libro de prayer” so that they may record their prayers and document God’s answers. They were excited about their new plans as a staff and eager to incorporate this practice as a way to allow God to lighten their load.
One of the local men who joined our team’s pump house endeavors usually works on the plant nursery at the back edge of the Malnutrition Center property. Today, our pump house work crew—Monty, Wayne, Alton, and Ray—bought him a new pair of shoes to replace his work boots that were disconnected at the sole. We were also able to supply Juan Louis, our interpreter and friend from Guatemala City that accompanied us all week, with a new pair of shoes. They were both so very thankful.
They were precious moments when mothers and fathers began to show up at the Center today to spend time with their children. When we were done bathing, changing, or feeding the babies and toddlers, and we looked up to see a woman patiently standing in our presence, we KNEW it was the child’s mother or family. Mothers cried and just held their babies. Little girls and boys held and gazed at their siblings when they were reunited! There were looks and tears that said more than I can articulate on a computer keyboard.
By the end of the day, all visiting family had left, and the children ran outside to wave “Adios” as we now pulled away in our vans. There were tears and smiles. There were prolonged hugs, waving hands, and children restrained by loving caregivers. But we continue to pray, and trust even now in the quiet evening breeze, far from their little voices and faces.