Category Archives: Children in Shadow of His Wings

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.

Tyrone Saves the Day, Chapter 6

Caty’s Refuge

Tyrone Saves The Day

Chapter 6

Cyndi became a house mother, much to Caty’s delight in being with her every moment possible. One morning, I heard Caty sobbing, but guessed what had happened. Cyndi left for the States that morning. Everyone in the office tried to console her and explained Cyndi would come back in three weeks, but Caty shook her head and wailed, “No, no.” 

     With sudden inspiration, I grabbed Cyndi’s house keys in one hand and Caty in the other and headed for Cyndi’s house. 

    Tyrone, Cyndi’s black Lab, greeted us with his tail flipping back and forth and nose pressed against his cage. 

     I said, “See, Tyrone is here waiting for Cyndi to come back.” So I took her to the closet, “Her clothes are here because she went to visit with her family and will return to Monjas in a few weeks.”

     Caty knelt beside the kennel and murmured, “Tyrone, Tyrone,” as she patted his head. Then, light appeared in her eyes, as she realized her dear aunt would return. 

     On the walk back to the office, Caty said, “Tia Cyndi with mom.” 

     “Yes, Caty, she is visiting her mom and dad and will return.”

     “Tomorrow?” 

     “No it will be in three weeks, but she will return to us. Tomorrow we will check on Tyrone and make sure he is okay.” Caty’s body relaxed as she gave in to waiting for Cyndi. It seemed that if Tyrone waited, she could too.

     After completing the first casita, we prepared the girls to move onto the property. Joanne and I hired a Guatemalan couple from Monjas to be the house parents. This followed our plan for each home to have a Guatemalan mom and dad. The children needed to learn how to function as a family since they did not come from healthy environments. Until now, Tia Cyndi filled that spot, but changes came with the move.

     Caty struggled when things were outside the box, and I tried to prepare for adverse reactions. Unfortunately, Tyrone wouldn’t be able to solve all the problems.

     We planned a welcome party for the couple in the new home. Several girls expressed words of greeting and encouragement. After we had eaten some cake, Caty bellowed like a wounded cow stuck in the mud. She sat away from everyone else with tears flowing. Did she get bit by a scorpion? What could be the problem? 

     With Caty’s face against her chest, Cyndi spoke words of consolation. After that, she calmed down but still exhibited a protruding lip and wet puppy dog eyes.

     “Why did she get so upset when she loves parties and eating cake?” I said.

      We decided that Caty thought Cyndi would be leaving the orphanage because we had going-away parties for people departing the Project.  

     Later, Cyndi took Caty aside and said, “I will see you every day at Shadow, but I won’t be sleeping and eating here. However, we will have lots of time together,” Cyndi said.

     I learned another important lesson from this girl. She needed to have consistent routines or an explanation when they varied.

Home In Our Hearts

New Home 2005

I walked into the large bedroom to wake the girls for church. Pretending to be asleep, giggles and slight movement of the blankets gave them away.

“Good Morning chicas.”

That opened the door to a chorus of Mama Carroll this and that. Astrid’s resounding voice described the frogs that sang all night. The excitement of being in their temporary home and a new town vibrated in all the bedrooms.

Questions entwined in my thinking. Would we be accepted into this Monjas community? Would the girls be subject to cruel remarks about being orphans or troublemakers? We would soon find out as we prepared for church on our first full day.

The other co-founder of James Project of Latin America moved to Monjas a year before we moved the children from San Cristobal. The building of a wall around the property needed to be complete before construction on the first duplex could begin. Joanne wanted to prepare the way for the Home as she met with individuals and shared the vision and goals of JPLA. She met some resistance.

“We don’t want problem kids moving into our area.”

“This will encourage gang activity.”

“There will be a negative influence on our children.”

It hurt to hear the thoughts of people who had never met the children. Our girls worked at being servants of the Lord. We determined to use opportunities for the citizens to view our kids in positive ways. Shadow’s girls reached out to others as they received ministery.

At Home 2018

Now, thirteen years later, I watched hundreds of people gathered in Central Park for supper. The thoughts from the past replayed in my mind as I viewed the scene below me. A team from the States sponsored a free community supper inviting all of Monjas. The group bought the food, paid to have it cooked, and served it. There were 15 local churchmen in orange shirts ready with Bibles and words of prayer for anyone with special needs. I saw community effort and received verbal thank-yous for the involvement of the Project in the community.

I perused the courtyard as Shadow girls helped organize the line, served food, carried full plates and drinks for moms with babies and the elderly. My heart burst.

James Project of Latin America became an essential part of the community in many ways. No longer misunderstood strangers, but members of Monjas allowed us to call it home in our hearts.

Father-Daughter Reunion

Our group gathered for prayer, and I could hear loud sniffling. My eyes scanned the girls, stopping on the new ten-year-old cutie. I stepped over and put my arm around her in a reassuring hug.

“I want to find my daddy. Please pray with me,” Najera choked out.

The girls took the cue and gathered around her, praying for a common request that one of the biological parents would be found. Najera’s round puppy-dog eyes looked up at me for encouragement. “Oh, honey, God hears our prayers, and we can trust Him for the answer. He knows what is best for us.” My words brought a smile, but I wondered how much she accepted in her small heart. I added to my prayers that there would be healing for this little gal, knowing how rare it is to locate a parent.

Najera* lost her mother in a bus accident four years before entering Shadow. She had been passed on to a neighbor and ended up in the court for placement in an orphanage. Najera told us about her father and cried out for us to find him, but with only a name, a search would be useless.

Najera leaned into the power of prayer and faithfully sought the Lord on behalf of her father. We joined her, wanting God’s will for her life and healing in her heart.

IMG_1930A year passed, and we received a call from the court saying that a man claiming to be Najera’s father had called. The woman who had cared for Najera after the death of her mother contacted Julio*, asking for permission to adopt her. Julio had been on a hunt for Najera ever since he had heard that his ex-wife had been killed. He had come up short in finding any information about Najera’s location until now. The lady at the court told him how to contact us, and Julio made the call to see his daughter. We explained to him the legal procedures he needed to take through the court system, including getting permission from the judge.

Meanwhile, my heart did acrobatics at the thought of Najera reuniting with her father. Questions pummeled my mind as to how he lost track of his only child. I had many doubts, even though we saw the answer to our many prayers. Lord, please let this man be a true father who is full of love for his daughter. I cringed at the thought of him marching in to be her father but instead being the type of person who abused his children. Lord, if this is not your will for Najera, please close the door. I had grave concerns, and my prayers continued on Najera’s behalf.

We kept the information undisclosed to Najera while the court did their investigation to check out Julio and IMG_1931confirm his biological claims. It turned out that Julio had lived and worked in the same area as Shadow of His Wings Orphanage for the last four years. We passed by his workplace frequently and didn’t know that the target of Najera’s prayers labored in a shop yards away.

Julio explained to the court that he divorced his wife, and she had taken their daughter with her. The mom and daughter moved, and he couldn’t find them. When he saw the death report on the news, he hoped a place of residence would be given, but none appeared in the information.

The time came for Julio’s visit and for us to explain to Najera that her father had been found and her prayers answered. Julio carried his court order in hand when he entered the office, and Najera zoomed into his embrace. Tears flowed freely from everyone in the office. All my doubts vanished as I observed the father-daughter reunion. I thanked the Lord for answering the prayers of spunky Najera.

*Names have been changed.