A Mother’s Gift

We met Julia’s mother again and the entire family last evening at another restaurant closer to where they live. Everyone was present this time including Julia’s brother, Walter, that did not come last Tuesday because he was working. The family says that Walter looks the most like their father, Carlos. He doesn’t look like Julia…

Tacos, Steeples, and Synagogues…

We took a city tour yesterday. When I came home, I was so disappointed in my photos. I just wasn’t on top of it and missed some good opportunities–just too much on my mind otherwise, I guess. Really it is not like me to miss photos ops… Today we will meet with Julia’s family again….

Two Stories Becoming One…

For many years when Wayne put Julia to bed, he told her a bedtime story. Oh and btw, Wayne did tuck Julia into bed every night. This was his daddy responsibility. It gave me a few moments to relax before bed… Back to the story… It went something like this, “Mama and Daddy got married…

Siblings…

Here is Claudia. Many of you from Shady Grove Church will remember her. She lived with some of us for a time. She is now the principal of an English/Spanish school. We are so grateful that she has taken some time off her busy schedule to translate for us and act as a tour guide…

Mother…

A dear Guatemalan friend of ours, Pepe, owns 11 restaurants in town and reserved a room for us in one of his places. The family took several buses to get to us. Most of Julia’s siblings were able to come… all but one brother that was working. Of course one of the most touching moments…

To Guatemala!

My daughter didn’t sleep all night. She spent most of it packing. About four in the morning, she actually crawled in bed with us–something she hasn’t done in a long time. We all talked and prayed about the trip; we shed some tears too…  Julia with some orphans in Ethiopia two years ago. We leave…

Internal Foundations

  I read a blog today that piqued my interest. The blogger found her life shifting, changing, moving too fast… She felt planted on uneven ground without a solid foundation. She longed for “an internal foundation” that could calm the unknown and the shifting… She longed for a safe place to belong. I loved her…