God has really laid someone on my heart these past few weeks. He's a homeless guy who I frequently see walking around town or sitting on a bench in one of the parks. I think he has cerebral palsy, he has a large scar across his face, and walks hunched over with a limp. He is someone who definitely be considered "the least of these" by many people.



A few weeks ago, Pat and I took some lunch and clothes to him and tried to ask a few questions. We got his shoe size and think he was saying his name is Rolando. We were wondering how often he gets called by his name or when the last time was. He took one of the shirts we brought out of the bag, took his shirt off, and walked over to the trash and threw it away. Our hearts just broke. He is physically challenged, but at least on some level, mentally alert. I am sure he was aware that he had been wearing a soiled, smelly shirt for quite some time with no means to wash or replace it. The pants he was wearing barely had a backside to them.


I found some leather boots in his size and took them to him last week. I had a feeling he would have trouble getting them on and he did. There was a moment of thinking, "ok, I'm being stared at by alot of Guatemalans now, but I can't just leave him to figure the shoes out." So I parked Erick in the stroller and helped Rolando get his filthy, sockless feet into the boots, praying the whole time that they would fit and be comfortable. I saw him again today and he still had the boots on. In our limited ability to converse, he said they were good.


Every day we see people in Antigua sitting on the sidewalks holding bowls out and asking for money. It's hard to know who to help, how much, how often. There are elderly Guatemalan women, men with physical handicaps, and several young women with a baby or child sitting beside them. The babies and children are so quiet and still. I imagine that's a learned behavior from unmet need, that if they cry they either get in trouble or get no response at all. That's how they grow up--sitting beside their mom on a sidewalk all day in the exhaust, dust, noise, and sun.

One of my prayers since I've been here is to find out where I can serve or who I can love on like Jesus would do. I think I'm being asked to spend time with Rolando for now and to continue to help others where I can. It's a good feeling to have that nod from the Lord and to be given a nudge from the holy spirit to MOVE.


On the adoption front, we had a kick-out from PGN for only about a week and a half for a numerical error on some paperwork. We are back in PGN now, and hopefully are all clear. We've been told we should exit PGN in the next week or so and be able to move on to getting Erick a new birth certificate. Timewise I'm still hopeful for Thanksgiving, but won't be surprised if we have to eat turkey in Antigua.

Have I mentioned how much I love Erick?? He's such a delight. He's learned to yell, "MA MA!" loudly and frequently. He gives the best smacking kisses on the cheek. And he's all boy. The other day he picked up a live bee, pulled it in half, and proudly brought it to me. We are having alot of fun and can't wait to be home with Dad!

Thanks again to all of you for your prayer and encouragement! Lee Anne