Yesterday, at 12:55 I got asked if I wanted to go on one of the village trips at 1:00. I of course said yes! I ran upstairs and quickly changed out of my work clothes. In the hurry of things, I didn't even think to bring a camera. However, one of the girls I went with, Katie, took one photo for me.
The trip that I went on was to Chimaltenango. Before we left our town to go, we stopped at the Bodega, which holds all of the ministries supplies. We loaded up two 40lb bags of food donations, and two big packs of diapers to deliver to the two families we visited.
The drive took about an hour and a half, mostly on bumpy roads. The things you see while driving in Guatemala, are things you'd never see in the states. Just to name a few:
ladies pushing wheelbarrows (that's what they use to transport things)
ladies balancing baskets on their heads
a bunch of stray dogs, everywhere
stray dogs fighting each other (it's sad to watch)
motorcycles carrying up to four people, all of which aren't wearing helmets
very young children holding onto the backs of their dads on motorcycles, again not wearing helmets
cars playing chicken to the extreme, gives me a heart attack every time.
When we walked into the house, we were greeted with hugs and kisses. (That is how Guatemalans greet one another. Everyday when Anny, Luisa, and Marcilena come to the house they hug/kiss to say hello and goodbye.) They were so happy to see us. Both families were at the same house. One of the families traveled a very long way because they had faith that we would help them and their 4 year old boy with cerebral palsy. We mentioned that we might be able to help get him a wheelchair. When we said that, his mom's face lit up. She's been carrying him strapped to her back for who knows how long, and he's getting pretty big, We took his measurements, and promised that we would be back.
The other family has a 2 year old boy named Angel with hydrocephalus. You can't see his whole head in this pic, but it's pretty big, and weighed down my arm. He is so cute though, and very bright. His 5 year old brother, I forgot his name, is so careful with him. I can't describe the feeling that came over me though when I saw his mom hold him. You can tell that she loves him so much, and that it hurts her to not be able to do more for him. She was so gentle and loving with him.
One of the ladies in the home offered us a drink (it tasted a little like coffee and a little like tea, not sure what it was) and a little biscuit/cookie/bread thing (not exactly sure how to describe it). We ate them happily. We visited with them for almost 2 hours. When we said goodbye, they were so thankful and told us how much they loved us.
The ride home was fun/dangerous/crazy. It was pouring rain, and we drove through some pretty big puddles. I couldn't help but think of my dad who would intentionally drive through puddles to make us kids laugh. He would have loved this!
I'm really happy that I was able to go on this outing, even though it was very last minute. These people didn't have much, but they were so giving and kind. The way that they love their kids is indescribable and it reminded me of God's love for us. I hope to go on more trips while I'm here, but sometimes it's hard because there isn't enough people at the home to help out. Please pray for these families, and the many more that are in need.