Walter

So many tears have been shed these past couple days— tears of worry, tears of sadness, and plenty of tears of happiness! Today, I sat and wept with Walter’s mother who was so thankful for the cleft palate surgery he received at Hope of Life today.

As she wept, she shared the story of how many children in her village have died from complications due to cleft lip/palate. She wept as she remembered that 10 years ago, she was one of those very mamas who had lost a baby for this very reason. She wept as she reminisced of the day four years ago when she handed her one month old malnourished baby over to me. She couldn’t come with her baby because her husband wouldn’t allow it. When she ultimately refused to abandon her baby, he left.


When sleepy post-op Walter opened his mouth and she saw the new little palate, she wept again.

Today was all of the feelings.

In these remote areas of Guatemala, health issues are common and healthcare access is rare. On this #WorldHealthDay, I’m so proud of the work being done at Hope of Life to provide this basic human right to families who are unable to afford it but more than deserve it.

And more than ever, I am in awe at the beauty, the bravery, and the strength of these Guatemalan mamás. Providing what is a very basic service (in our eyes), is literally the life-changing help that keeps children alive and in their own families.

Thank You, God… for putting Your goodness on display through sweet little ones like Walter. 😭💞🙌🏻

Faithfulness in little things

She was sweeping her floor when arrived to bring her family to the malnutrition center at Hope of Life. As she swept, I was in awe. A dirt floor inside a mud house. I laughed to myself, AT myself, thinking how my tile floors actually looked dirtier than hers, as I had not swept in days.
She watered her plants that hung in makeshift plastic bottle flowerpots off the side of her house. Meanwhile,I had four dead tomato plants, a crusty old rose bush, and a few succulents on their last leg outside of my house.
She splashed water into her hands and gently combed them through her children’s hair. With a broken comb, she pulled her daughter’s hair neatly back into a ponytail. The other day, I picked the squished raspberry out of Flori’s hair and re-fed it to her.
Materially speaking, she had so much less than me, but showed so much more care to what little she possessed.
It reminded me of a Hudson Taylor quote, “A little thing is a little thing. But •faithfulness• in little things is a great thing.”
Lord, help me to be faithful in all things… especially in the small things.