PINK, it’s not EVEN a question…

     Day 2 in the village. We start our day headed up the mountain by foot to a little church to go talk about Joseph and the coat of many colors to about 100 little kids. I was excited to see what the Lord had planned for this day. So we finally get there and I am overwhelmed by how many kids there are. I loved it. But I was standing with Nidia, our mother for the week, and she looked like she was about to cry. So I asked her what was up. She looked at me and said, “Do you see that girl right here in the pink shirt?” I said yes and she proceeded to tell me that she is 10 years old and is 4-5 months pregnant. Her step dad raped her. After that she didn’t have to say anything else. I felt her pain. All I could think was that’s her life now. There is nothing else she can do about it. She now has to be a mother, AT AGE 10. All I could do was pray for her and her life because now its about to turn into her baby’s life. So heart breaking. There is so much brokenness like that that we can do nothing about but just pray for peace and for the Lord to guide, love, and comfort them along the way.
       So we leave there and walked back all the way down the mountain, so beautiful. On our way home we saw this pink house with this different shade of pink to accent it. Laura looked at me and said “Hey maybe we should go pray for the people in that house.” I just looked at her and laughed cause by now we just get so tickled at that fact. So we continued to walk on back to where we stay. In the afternoons we spent it with all the soccer teams, which were boys. So it’s like us 5 girls with about 50 plus soccer boys, telling them our testimonies and playing soccer with them.  From there we went to the park and played basketball or soccer with whoever is there. Pretty awesome to just show them love in things that they love to do. But finally we leave and like we are all exhausted, nasty and sweaty.
        I had gotten a little bit ahead of everyone else and all of a sudden I hear this little girl’s voice saying “Hey, I LOVE your shoes. “ I said “ Hey you speak English, that’s awesome.” So I had a conversation with her for about 10 minutes.  Her name was Kellen and she is 14. She has scoliosis and lived in St. Louis for 7 years so that she could seek medical attention for that. Her favorite part about the United States, she said, was Alabama, not knowing I was from there. It was pretty awesome. Recently she moved back to here with her real family to go back to school in her own country. So after our little talk she her dad drove off in the truck and I felt like complete crap. I KNEW I had to give her my brand new shoes.  SO I said right in the middle of the street, “Lord if you put her back in my path these shoes are hers.” So as I looked strait ahead after we turned a few corners, there she was. So I took off running and made her try them on and they fit, PRAISE THE LORD. Oh and my socks and shoestrings were pink, of all colors. That night I walked the rocky streets barefooted all the way home and it made me happier than anything else.  We then invited her over for dinner and she ate my share of food that night.
          Its moments like that when the Lord uses us the most. Love is an action, and if that means giving up something you love as well to someone who loves it more, then let HIS love shine through you. Yea I didn’t have any shoes the rest of the week for soccer but it was so worth it.  We asked her before she left that night where she lived, and she lived in the pink house on the hill that Laura and I pointed at that morning.  If I didn’t listen to the Lord  or held on to that color, I wouldn’t have been doing the work of the Lord that week, but He’s not finished yet.
  These two blogs were suppose to go up before the blind man. But now you got them all so its ok 🙂