Redeeming Power of God

Redemption Process in One Child

The Lord brings a child into Shadow of His Wings with a plan and a purpose. We at Shadow have no clue to what that means, but we get to see growth of a redeemed child.

Family visits are important for the children, but are complicated. We had permission from Verbo Sur, the church we attended before we moved to Monjas, for these visits. The social worker set up the visits with those requesting to see a child. The judges involved gave permission depending upon the situation. Not all requests were granted. The day before the visits there was a contact made to confirm that person would be coming for the named child. At the Project, preparations were made for the four-hour bus trip to Guatemala City.

Upon the arrival at the church, the children had a room with a TV and movies to watch while they waited for their turn. All eyes turned to the door when it opened and names called out for the children who had family in another room. At the end of the time for visitors there was usually one sad child whose family didn’t come. Someone would console and present possibilities of why that might have happened.

Elvia went through this many times. The aunt would confirm the visit and then was a no-show. What a surprise on one particular time when the aunt came with Elvia’s mother, sister, and little brother.

The aunt was involved in the rescue of Elvia that included Yeimi, but the pregnant mother disappeared with the sibling. The same thing happened a second time. We had a court order saying Yeimi could come to the Home when the police found her. This day, here she was with her mother.

Yonith and I decided to contact the court to see if we could take her back with us. The judge replied we could if the mother gave us permission.

For three years prayers were said for Yeimi to be found and brought to the Home. Elvia took part in those prayers and when she saw her sister she grabbed her in a hug. “I will not let her go.”

The mother, obviously a street person, saw how good and happy Elvia looked. She graciously gave permission for Yeimi to come live at Shadow.

Yeimi adapted to life in the Project with her sister and started the education program. Years later she completed her studies and is now working in the educational system.

 

These are God’s children and He uses people to rescue them and help them find their place in His plans. He redeemed both Elvia and Yeimi. The enemy had them and God took then back.

Lydia’s Story

Working closely with the girls at Shadow of His Wings and hearing their horror stories made it difficult to find peace. I feel surrounded by pain.

 

A 13-year-old, Lydia, suffered abuses that no little girl should endure. Damaged and not having a normal bowel movement caused torment. The doctor said she required surgery. We made plans for that to happen, and I would be by her side.

 

The report on Lydia didn’t say who abused her. She did say the pastor was one of them. That tore into me that these children could not trust a person who claimed to be a man of God.  There didn’t seem to be many safe places for these children. This is one of the reasons we started Shadow as a refuge for them.

 

The surgery went well, and I stayed with Lydia in the hospital until the next night. House parents from the Home came to relieve me for the night. The day after this, Lydia’s doctor released her. Joanne and I made plans for her to stay with me while she healed. This hyper child needed reminding to stay still for healing. Thank the Lord for TV.

 

One night, Lydia shared a concern. “Mama Carroll, I want to stay here in Shadow, but I’m worried about my sister.”

 

“What do you think might happen to her?”

 

“I’m afraid the same thing that happened to me will happen to her, and there won’t be anybody to help her.”

 Her words were cries for help. “Lydia, we need to be in prayer for her, and I will talk to our social worker to see what they can do to help her.”

 

Lydia loved taking a shower with warm water. Most Guatemalans have cold water because they couldn’t afford a showerhead that warms the water. After she finished, I took my turn only to find out that she had used all the water. Oh well, I would wait. What little enjoyment she has in life is important.

 

Gerber and Joanne came for a visit and brought Lydia her homework. She completed everything quickly. As we visited, she surprised me by saying she wanted to be a forensic doctor.

 

“Oh my chica mia. Why are you thinking about going into forensics?”

 

“I heard the doctors talking about justice when someone had been seriously injured or killed. I found it interesting. I would like to see justice for what was done to me and others.”

 

She could set aside all the pain and abuse to think of a future to help others.

 

” I want that too, Lydia. Maybe the Lord put that desire in your heart. We can surely pray about it.”  

 

Lydia’s walking improved with only a slight leaning toward the side with the stitches, so I took her back to the Home. I knew a time would come when the court would send her somewhere else. I continued to pray for the Lord to provide a refuge for her wherever she went. Maybe one day we could take a girl to the forensic doctor, and it would be Dr. Lydia.

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James 1:27, “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

This has been the vision for JPLA, and it is exciting to report the last part of that verse that addresses widows has been fulfilled, but not completed because the Redeemed Program will continue to grow.

Widows today include women struggling to care for their children. Many do not have husbands, and the male population has abused most.

James Project of Latin America has provided help for many women in dire states, but another area has opened up to help further. The Project purchased three manzanas (5 acres) and is building the first three homes to provide protection and a place for the women to find restoration in their lives.

Through donors, there is a wall around the property, a well with a pump, and electricity, and the construction crew is moving quickly to have the home ready for its new occupants.

We dedicated the Village of Hope to the Lord last month. Plans are to build 3 more homes on this piece of property. Recently, someone bought another three manzanas right next to this one, so the plans are expanding. 

 

 

Caty’s Refuge Traditional Fun

  TRADITIONAL FUN

Girls who turn 15 prepare for a traditionally celebrated quinceanos party (fifteenth birthday party). Caty now had a legal birth date from the judge and joined in the planning. 

     The teens talked and dreamed about this event all year. Privileges included choosing a formal gown, buying fancy shoes and accessories. No one knew how much Caty understood about this fiesta. However, her eagerness to be involved in the preparations indicated she knew to jump into action for whatever came her way. 

     Standing in front of the dressing room mirror, Caty took both of her hands, pressed them to the bodice, and moved them down the calf-length red chiffon dress.

     “Do you like the dress?” She looked from me to the clerk grinning. “Okay,” I said, “this one is for you.” 

      A tug of war developed as I tried to get the dress off. “Caty, you get to take the dress home. The lady will put it in a bag for you.” Only then did she release her grip. Minutes later, with her head up high and bag in hand, we went to the car.

     At our next stop, Caty tried on a pair of high heels. We got the shoes on her, but she refused to take a step. 

     “Caty, it’s okay. You can hold my arm.” Her body did not move. “Do the shoes hurt your feet?” She didn’t respond. We coaxed, but she stared at the floor without moving. 

     I imagined this happening during the ceremony and decided to look at some low heels. However, even with those, she would need to practice walking. I told the girls my thoughts, and they agreed to help her do this between now and the party.

     The big day began when fireworks erupted at 5:00 am, followed by the birthday song. Half asleep, the girls dragged themselves to the basketball court to receive hugs and birthday wishes. This traditional start ignited the excitement and sent everyone scurrying to do their part in preparing for the evening gala. 

Caty watched every movement with a glow in her eyes.

   The older girls volunteered to help the fifteen-year-olds prepare for their magical night. Miriam chose Caty and carefully curled and styled her hair. With every hair sprayed in place, some of the other girls applied the makeup. Caty basked in the attention and barely moved during the entire time. When finished, she looked like a model in a Glamour magazine. 

     “Caty, look in the mirror and see your lovely hair-do.” 

     Teeheeing, she shyly gazed into the hand mirror. Her red gown and soft curls around her face accented the princess look. However, I still had concerns with the shoes and her lack of agility when she walked. 

     According to tradition, the girls wore old shoes when introduced and escorted onto the floor. The housemother sat with the new shoes, ready to display the move from the former and put on the new. This action symbolizes the teen going into womanhood. 

     Caty plopped on the chair while her tongue worked its way around her bottom lip and waited for her new shoes. Tia Cyndi took Caty’s stiff leg, trying to bend her knee and capture the foot. Unaware of the assistance needed, Caty scanned the crowd with her chest puffed out. With low heels on, the princess moved with less than grace beside the housefather, her hand resting on his arm. I breathed a sigh of relief.

     The ceremony continued with a video of each girl as they shared testimonies with glimpses of their future plans. I hadn’t been involved in the recordings and wondered how Caty responded. The screen showed a typical Caty. She looked down and waved her hand in greeting without saying a word. Everyone applauded with understanding, and our girl giggled. 

     Each gal received a virtue ring from the house parents as a reminder to save themselves for a future husband in honor and obedience to the Lord. After the pastor’s challenging talk and prayers, a delicious feast awaited them. An elegantly decorated cake followed while the guests sang the Happy Birthday song in Spanish and English. Caty’s face said it all as it reflected excitement and joy. 

     In the Guatemalan tradition, the activities ended with the eruptions into the dark sky—more fireworks.