Giving Life in a Dying Breath


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Ricardo, a 10 year old boy,  went to be with the Lord on the morning of Saturday April 27, 2019. After battling with leukemia for 2 years, he is finally free from pain and is worshiping the Lord God face to face.

Time and time again, I’ve heard stories about how this incredible little boy lived his life with a heavenly perspective. There is one specific story I want to share with you today.

Imagine Ricardo. Just a day or so before he passed away. He is in much pain and very weak. So weak that he doesn’t have enough energy to answer his cell phone when it rings.

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Please Pray


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Ricardo 1.jpg“I’ve come forward to tell you something that happened this week. When his teacher Luis was praying for him, he saw Jesus. It was as if he were in the clouds. And something like this doesn’t happen so we can keep quiet about it. I wanted to share it with all of you.”

His name is Ricardo, and he is about 10 years old. He has been battling with leukemia already for over a year. I know it hasn’t been easy. Many emergency trips to Guatemala City, where better medical care is available, have complicated their lives. (I say better, because the care they could receive in the nearest public hospital is immensely inadequate. In Guatemala City, the care is still horribly inadequate…but a small step up from what we have locally.)

Yet this little ten year old boy gets up on the stage this morning at Church with his mother to encourage us not to give up hope. His mother shared a testimony of something incredible that happened this past week. He had a stomach ache. His mother is under strict orders from the doctors in Guatemala City to call the hospital immediately whenever he has any pain whatsoever. But with tears in her eyes she told us that this time they hadn’t needed to make the emergency trip out to the capital city. As his teacher prayed for him, God had shown him a vision and he took the pain away.

“I don’t know what the future holds, but we are so thankful for the time that God has given us with my beautiful son. We know that God began the good work in him, and he will finish it in his timing.” She was in tears, openly confessing that though she knows God is able to heal, she doesn’t know what his will is. And more than that she continued, “Brothers, Sisters, when you are in pain, when you have problems, call out to God. Pray to Him and he will answer you.”

If you are able and willing, please join me in praying for Ricardo.

Our God is a God of miracles and I know that my God is able to heal Ricardo. Sometimes he chooses not to, and though it is hard to understand, I am not called to understand but to trust. Join me in asking God to completely heal Ricardo’s body. Let’s also pray for his parents and extended family, as emotionally and spiritually the struggle is continuous.

More than Silly Superstitions


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More than Silly Superstitions.jpgI was a proud first time mommy with my 9 month old baby girl on my hip in the church that my husband and I were overseeing in a rural village called Purulha. It was a little bit breezy, but what we would consider a nice, fresh spring day. Baby, like myself, wore just one layer of clothing.

“You should cover up that poor baby,” commented one lady from church.

“She should always have a linen undershirt on, so that the wind won’t hit her back,” confirmed another.

There was always a seemingly overabundance of advice when I had my first child, and it seemed the majority of it had to do with bundling baby to keep her away from the wind. I didn’t pay much attention, and I categorized their advice away along with other silly superstitions that I had heard during my pregnancy and throughout the newborn stages.

As time went on, I realized that there was another side to the story.

“How old is Oscar?” I asked Olga.

“He’s eleven. But I had a child before Oscar was born. My firstborn. He died when he was only a few months old,” she replied.

“I’m so sorry. What happened?” My heart went out to her.

“He had a cough. We were so young, and as new parents we didn’t have experience. I didn’t know that he needed medical attention.” Olga explained.

“So Aury is fifteen, Gerson is eleven, Evelyn nine and Kimberly is seven. You waited quite a bit of time before having your second baby.” I commented to Angelica as we worked in the kitchen preparing tea.

“Actually, I had another son between Aury and Gerson. He died when he was 9 months old,” she told me.

“Really? I never knew. I’m so sorry to hear that. What happened to him?” I was shocked to hear once again a story of an infant dying so young.

“Pneumonia,” she answered. I could hear the emotion in her voice as she continued telling me the story.

Many people here in Guatemala really bundle their babies. They go overboard. Sometimes while I am sweating in a t-shirt, I see a mother with her infant wrapped up in numerous blankets, and covered with a thick fleece to top it off. I feel bad for those poor overheating sweating babies.

But the caution and (over)protection isn’t without reason.

I am no health expert, but pneumonia is a very common thing here. Maybe it’s because of the humidity during the cold season, as during the coldest months we get heavy rain and often the temperature is between 5-15 degrees Celsius. I know that doesn’t seem very cold to you, but when you have that temperature inside your house, when you are in bed, when you shower…it feels pretty cold. And I am pretty sure that when people live in drafty homes made with wooden slabs or tin walls, it would feel even colder.

Again, I repeat, I am no health expert. But when your baby dies of pneumonia, or maybe a neighbours baby, or a distant family members baby, it is something you become afraid of. Often times a whole section of the pediatrics’s ward in the nearest public hospital is filled with babies and children who have pneumonia.

And this makes me realize. Instead of peeking into a foreign culture and either judging them for their seemingly silly superstitions or laughing off their advice, I can use this to come to a deeper understanding of who these people really are.

No – I’m not going to be bundling my babies up Guatemalan style anytime soon. But neither will I judge someone when they do. And instead of laughing off the abstract advice that I receive, I want to dig deeper and find the root cause, and learn more about this culture where I live and serve.

Reckless Love


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Reckless Love - Blog Post.jpgOh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God

Oh, it chases me down, fights ‘til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine

I couldn’t earn it, I don’t deserve it, still You give Yourself away

Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God

As I heard this chorus repeated over and over, a realization came over me. This isn’t me. This isn’t because of me. It’s all God. And then another. How is it that I am surprised that God answered my prayer? Shouldn’t I have expected him to answer?

Have you ever been in a situation when you realize that it is completely and utterly beyond yourself?

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Goat Milk


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I treated myself to some fresh and frothy goat milk this morning. Straight from the goat! Mmmmm. This little place is just a 2 minute drive from my house and if you show up at the right time of day (7am and 2pm) they will milk you a cup of goat milk straight from the goat into your cup for only Q5 (that’s about $1 CDN).