Guatemala

Guatemala

As I was riding up the mountain

To my place of destination on
the bumpy, brick roads, I was looking out

The window and thinking, “What

Am I getting myself into?” Looking

At all the small concrete buildings, people

Walking on the streets, and the

Closeness of the buildings.  It just seemed

Like it was just put there without a plan.

I got to my destination up in mountains

And I was blessed, beyond belief, to have

What I did. The mountains were so pretty.

The house and orphanage were great too.

After a few days, how I longed to be back in

The city that I passed so I could see the real city

And understand their life.

I spent days playing with the Guatemalan

Children both boys and girls. I even went

Into their rooms and thought, “This is

What an orphanage looks like. So small

And tight in area.” It has always been my

Dream to go visit at least one.

I loved every minute of it. The little children

Had a play area that was gated where we

Could watch them play. I remember sitting a boy

On my lap and just help him as he watched his

Other friends play and jump rope. I knew he

Just wanted to feel loved from someone and that

Someone was me.

I saw children play with ships and trucks like

Children here in the states do. It made me

Think, “Children all around the world are the

Same.” I’ve been taught that but never really

Saw it. I went into the

 One afternoon I had a little boy fall asleep

On me during craft time. It was the sweetest

Sight you ever did see. I carried him back to

His room and laid him in his bed. I felt like I

Was putting one of my nephews to bed. He

Looked so peaceful.

I got to see a little bit more of Guatemala

Because I went to another city, on our second to

Last day, near by and it was

One of the old fashioned ones. It was

Surrounded by beautiful mountains

And volcanoes.  The clouds even covered

The tops of the volcanoes. That was a

Pretty sight to see. The streets were made

Of bricks.  There were a lot of 

People walking around selling things and

Painters painting on the sidewalks. There

was a beautiful garden in the middle of it.

I got up on top of a building

and just looked out across the city and it

looked so peaceful, breathtaking, and

beautiful. I didn’t want to go back down but

I had to go. I could have stayed there forever!

Before we left, I went to a worship service

And it was so neat. The children were dancing

And singing like God was the only one watching.

It was amazing to see! They weren’t dressed up

Or had the equipment that we have. They just 

Worshipped God because they truly knew

What He had done for them and that is the

Real reason we should worship. It was so

Neat and different hearing them sing in

Spanish too.

As I was riding back down the mountain on

That bumpy, brick road, there was no

doubt in my mind that God

Wanted me to go back there to help the

Children on the streets and in the

Orphanages. I’m just waiting for His

Prefect Timing.

Written By: Tiffney Wilson

October 2012