Day5&6

Becoming a Chapina (not really)

sorry for being m.i.a these past two days- life has been crazy. I woke up with a superrr sore throat and tons of congestion, and the Guatemalans are convinced it’s because I sleep with wet hair. because of that, i was down for the count on Thursday, but the Lord didn’t & doesn’t need me to do incredible things. I just have to give Him my yes.

we got to “harvest” again on Thursday, which means we got to visit some locals in San Antonio and talk to them about how life is, how their relationship with the Lord is, and how they are discipling other people. We met with Lucia- who is literally the best person I know. She is so kind, and loves the Lord so so much. We got to go and pray for her grandmother, who is very sick. We prayed for the Lord’s will, and peace for the family no matter what.

We decided to prayer walk around the town. Lucia wanted to stop to pray at the outdoor laundry station, which was so sweet. She prayed for one woman at the laundry, who asked for help because she was a single mother of two. Another woman asked for prayer as we were leaving, as her grandchildren were sick. As Lucia prayed, the woman started to cry. The Lord works in every place, as long as you give Him your yes. 

On Friday, we had the best time hanging out after a long week. For breakfast we had the coffee at Bayit, (bay-sheeet) which is hebrew for “home”. The views are so pretty!

We then headed to Antigua to go to the market, which is so cool. They sold everything from traditional goods to chickens&dogs to fruit. 

We ended the day at the coolest restaurant where I quite literally had the best coffee of my life. The setting was so cool, and the food was amazing. My meal only cost $25 USD, but that is considered so much here. While we were eating, I couldn’t help but think of the people down the road who would never get to step foot in a place like this.

How fortunate are we, that the Lord allowed us to be born where we were. That when we were born in the United States we already had more going for us than a baby who was born in the trash dump in Escuintla. The difference is, we are unhappy over everything and the people with next to nothing are grateful for all they have.