This morning we worshipped at the local church. Thank God for the English interpreter!
In the afternoon we visited a home that has become a safe place for hurting Dominican girls. We took the girls to a local park and enjoyed icecream.
As their “acting father” shared the story of their ministry I felt a mix of sadness, awe, and guilt. Even now I can’t put these feelings completely into words.
We claim to live with hands held open but next to this…they seem clinched tight.
Tonight we went back to the church where a lady from our campus (Ina) shared her testimony.
The boys have found ways to entertain each other there during downtime without their Kindles. I believe this has been good for their often rocky sibling relationship.
We head back home tomorrow. I’m doubtful there will be time to blog. Please pray for safety.
Also, I have no idea what amount I still owe for this trip. Oh goodness! Hoping for a miracle of sorts.
I’ll keep you posted. Thanks y’all! God has been faithful!
“Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.” (Isaiah 58:8)