And each time I come here…each time I love here…I am reminded that it is not about me. It’s about Him. About pouring all of my heart and soul into other people so that they might see Him. His love. His life and death. His furious pursuit of their hearts. And in the process, I always end up face-to-face with my God when I stare into the eyes of a sick child or 90 year old Peruvian grandmother. I think that’s what its all about. Pouring out for His glory AND being blessed by His presence.
This morning we began our medical journey. Throughout the week, we will go out in three different medical teams to five different communities of people. Alongside the triage nurse and team of MDs will be an eye team, aiding people achieve new sight, along with an evangelism team who may open the eyes of their heart for the very first time with the sweet news of the gospel. Today, my team settled into the community of Sol Naciente, home of Pastor Paul and his beautiful wife Jeanina (church planters for this community of roughly 3000 without one church to call home). We saw around 130 patients in clinic and around 150 children came back tonight for our SportsReach Ministry. There, not only did I have a chance to play with the most beautiful children I’ve ever seen, but I was able to share with them the purpose of my joy. The reason why I loved them within minutes. After a rousing game of red light/green light (their favorite), we sat in a monstrous circle for story time. There, I told them about Jesus. And the sweetest moment came when we prayed. I would pray a line, Rosa would translate to the children, then their little voices prayed in Spanish. Some to receive Christ for the very first time. And my heart was full. More full than it had been in quite some time.
Off to pizza for dinner. That’s right, I said pizza in Peru.
Grateful,
K
Our first sighting of Sol Naciente on Day 1.
A few of our first patients.
Our precious friends at Sol Naciente
Getting to share the gospel with them.
Playing with their burbujas y tiza!
