September 15 is Guatemalan independence
day, so for the days leading up to it, our incredible nannyswent all
out in preparing a celebration for the kids. They had a pagent,
which is traditional in the schools here, and a full program with a
marimba band, and snacks and cake for the kdis. The following day,
our kids were able to participate in their own torch run, and even
the bomberos (ambulance drivers) were involved by leading the
procession. A local ice cream shop gave each of the kids ice cream,
and the town cheered for the kids as they passed. This was an
increadible few days for the kids.
On September 18, baby Yasmin went home
to Jesus to be healed completely. She had lived in Hogar de la
Esperanza II, and been loved by so many. Although it was not a
surprise, her death was and is still hard. But we do not grieve
without hope. Her funeral was held the next day, and though many
tears fell, her short life was celebrated, and God was glorified. He
is our comforter in all these things. We now have 5 little ones
buried in our town's small cemetery, and they have asked us to build
a crypt which can be build upward rather than dig more graves because
there is not much space.
Last night I shared a post on facebook
that I think would be appropriate to share here. “There
are anniversaries this week. Angelita would have been 12 today. I
can't imagine how much prettier she could have gotten. Gavin, showing
the strong young man he would have been. And Yasmin, now a week with
Jesus. And the other 4 tiny graves in our town along with 3 little
girls buried in their families' towns. Or friends like Cody or Sarah
and other peers now beyond my grasp.
About
a week ago I shared an incredible song which puts all this back into
perspective, but it wasn't until tonight that I found the later added
verse which brought this song to mind and planted it there for this
week.
"I've
walked the valley of death's shadow
So
deep and dark that I could barely breathe
I've
had to let go of more than I could bear
And
I questioned everything that I believe
But
still even here
in
this great darkness
A
comfort and hope come breaking through
As
I can say in life or death
God
we belong to you.
And
we are Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
From
the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor
and
it's all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
All
the greatness and power, the glory and splendor and majesty
Everything
is Yours"
--Yours
(new verse version)--
Stephen
Curtis Chapmin"
At the birthing center, the women keep
coming. Although the women from the health center were very
impressed with the birthing center, their higher authorities declined
our center to deliver first births. This is sad for the many first
time expectant mothers without complications who may now have to
deliver in overcrowded and unsanitary national hospitals. Now steps
are being taken to change the lisensure type to allow first births.
Please keep praying for the center. There are many barriers in
setting up this safe place for mothers, and it is challenging when
most do not seem to make any sense.
Testing the blood typing test kits |
Waiting outside the health center for a few hours for health cards to work toward re licensing the birthing center. |
On Monday, two of our boys' feeding
tubes had come out. For Edy, this means reinserting an NG tube,
which is uncomfortable to mildly painful, and very sad for such a
little boy and whoever has to put it back in! For Ruavis on the
other hand, it could have been much worse. Ruavis has a surgically
placed G tube, and his entry site had nearly closed in just the few
hours that night he had been without. Both boys had their tubes
replaced shortly, praise God!
Here are late night moments with the babies
Please keep our homes in prayer as illness is passing through and many kids and adults have been down with diarrhea and vomiting. Which is always just a blast!!
Thank you for all your prayers!
Katie Riley
--after His heart--