Hi, my name is Rebecca Price and I am from Samford University traveling with Buckner International to Huehuetenango, Guatemala. As most of the followers of this blog know, today was our last day at the Fundacion Salvacion - and can probably guess that today was an emotionally exhausting day. When we arrived at the orphanage today, we did our normal routine of singing warm up songs with the kids, of course doing "Bear Hunt," their favorite song. After singing we broke into our VBS groups, as we do on a typical day. I, along with Rachel and our translator Paulina, work with the 12 to 14 year old kids. Throughout the time we have been at the orphanage we challenged the kids to memorize several Bible verses, and they have readily accepted our challenge. Though I am admittedly a pacifist, I must say that I enjoy watching the kids argue over whether or not the other one was saying the memory verse correctly. After our usual time of practicing, saying, and arguing about the Bible verse (which today was 1 John 4:20) we began our lesson which was about Salvation and the price that Christ paid for us on the cross. Throughout VBS we have stressed the fact that God loves the kids and that no matter if they feel sad or lonely, they are always loved and cared for by God. Though none of the kids came forward and said they were ready to accept Christ as their personal Savior, I feel that Rachel, Paulina, and I - as led by the Holy Spirit- have offered a different way for the kids to look at their faith. We emphasized that it is not just about knowing the stories, but believing in them and taking that next step to recieve God's love that is waiting for them. I hope that what we talked about during the week is not something that is forgotten when we leave, but rather is furthered by communication and personal study and thought that will ultimately lead to a personal relationship with Christ for each of them.
However, enough about my group because I am sure that the readers are interested to hear how the rest of the day went. After lunch and grocery shopping, we returned to the orphanage and had a pep rally/fiesta for the kids. There were games, prizes, face painting, cheering (which they did not really get), and a hot dog supper to celebrate our final night. As the dinner came to a close, the time that we were all dreading - saying good-bye to the kids- was quickly approaching. Much to our surprise, the kids had prepared a farewell ceremony in which they performed many different dances for us. At the end, they had us all stand up and receive gifts, a pen and key chain, from some of the kids. Then after they passed everything out and prayed over us they told the kids to come up to us and tell us good-bye. This moment was very emotionally trying. Seeing a wave of kids rush towards us and begin crying and hugging us was overwhelming, to say the least. I know everyone had tears in their eyes, if they weren't already crying, at this moment. This moment was certainly bittersweet (forgive me for the cliche term.) Though we were sad to be leaving the kids it was an amazing feeling to realize that we created relationships with each of these special people.
After the official ceremony was over, one of the boys, Meme, who is nine, with whom I have become very close, told me to go to his room with him. As I walked with him, we were stopped by an 11 year old, Jesus. He had run all the way to his bedroom, in the back part of the orphanage, and over to the little boys' area. In his hands he held a stuffed bear. He looked at me and handed it to me and simply said, "Es tuyo." (It's yours.) I said thank you and tried to convince him that it was his bear and that he should keep it, but he insisited that I have it. So, I took it and gave him a big hug and kiss on the forehead. After this he smiled from ear to ear and went to play soccer - his favorite thing. Meme, meanwhile, had climbed up on his bed and was ready to be tucked in - even though he wasn't tired. (You all have read about tucking the kids in in the previous blogs). So, as I got him settled, he made me close my eyes and when I opened them, he was handing me a little stuffed bear. He too made me take it. After he was tucked in (and yes he did get out of bed after being tucked in - he just wanted to be tucked in), nine year old, Moises, came up to me and also gave me another stuffed bear. By this point my heart was broken. These three boys, though they have next to nothing, have given me one of their personal toys selflessly, without expecting anything in return. I saw God in those three little boys today. Though I have received many gifts from family members and even people on mission trips, I can truly say that I have never been given anything by people who have so little. These boys were generous and kind. They gave, not because they hoped to get anything from me, but because they wanted to share a part of themselves with me. My heartached because it was the last night that I would spend with these boys, but at the same time I was overwhelmed by the love they showed me. It was in this moment of emotional contradiction and turmoil that I was reminded of an old Hillsong song, "Made Me Glad." The basic idea of the song is that in our time of need the Lord will deliver us and in turn make our grief turn to joy. Tonight was a time of need for all of us, especially me as we left the orphanage. We were all sad and avoiding leaving the kids there. However, just as God always comes through, he for some reason allowed those three little boys to give compassionately to me. He reminded me that though we faced a moment of sadness that he was still present and working and will not abandon us. It was their generous gifts that turned my sadness into joy. I realized that just God was working in that bedroom tonight, He is working at the Fundacion Salvacion every night. Though we leave the kids, they are never truly alone. I guess I finally realized what I was telling my group. God is with us and loves us at all times. Despite all emotional highs and lows, I can truly say that He has truly made me glad.