Life Changes for Vanesa: Part 2

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Gerber, Vanesa,* and I sat in the judge’s room waiting for declaration of the life changes for Vanesa. The snack I ate before coming in seemed to have fermented in my stomach. I squeezed Vanesa’s hand for encouragement. Without wasting any time, the judge introduced the man and the granddaughter Carmin.* She stated his claim to Vanesa and asked him to tell his story:

“My daughter died two months after the birth of her fifth child. My wife, we are now divorced, sold or gave away four of the children when I wasn’t at home. That included Vanesa at three years old. At that time, I vowed to find them.” Addressing us in a strong but soft voice, he concluded, “When Vanesa’s picture showed up in the newspaper, I knew she belonged to me.”

I clutched my heart, feeling guilty for thinking this man had evil intentions for Vanesa. With minimal resources, this older and slightly bent man found three of his grandchildren over a period of years, making Vanesa number four.

Everything seemed clear in the mind of the judge, and she began to sign the documents to release Vanesa into his custody.

Vanesa, knowing she had to speak up, boldly stated that she wanted to stay in the orphanage even if he proved to be her grandfather. The children’s rights advocate, with other ideas, pressed Vanesa about going with her biological family. The advocate then turned to the grandfather and pressed him to take Vanesa into his home. His response changed everything:

“I will take her home with me if she wants to live with me, but if she wants to stay at Shadow of His Wings, and they take good care of her, I’d want her to stay.” Then he added, “It is difficult for me to provide for Carmin, because I can’t find much work. She isn’t going to school anymore, and I would like to see her go with Vanesa to Shadow of His Wings and get an education.”

The judge asked Carmin about her not attending school. Her face paled, and she stammered as she confirmed that she quit because they lacked the funds to pay for it. Looking at me, the judge said, “Maybe Shadow could take in both girls?” She smiled at my quick response, “Yes!” The judge leaned over and whispered to me, “Thank you for helping us.” The toothless grin of the grandfather stamped his approval.

I had studied Carmin’s interaction with her grandfather. She assisted him with walking and being seated. She did not react negatively when she heard her grandfather’s shocking request. Impressed with what I saw, I felt it would be good for both sisters to live together at Shadow and have periodic visits with the grandfather. I could only imagine what must be going on in Carmin’s heart and mind. Lord, help this young lady accept the decisions made concerning her life. Life changes for Vanesa came to fruition in less than thirty minutes, and within ten minutes, Carmin’s life would never be the same.

*Names have been changed.

Life Changes for Vanesa

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I stood among the mass of people waiting to have time with the judge in the children’s court. I saw a man stare at us with intensity. Could he be the one? I looked at his nose, a typical Mayan one for sure, and then at Vanesa’s. I saw Gerber, who came to translate, evaluating the man’s face and then Vanesa’s. He nodded to me in affirmation. Lord, lead us in this audience. I want your will and plan for Vanesa’s future. She is a part of the Shadow of His Wings family, and it would be hard to let her go with people we don’t know. Life changes for Vanesa would be decided in a few hours.

Vanesa, her side pasted to my arm, kept shifting her feet. Her eyes roamed around the room, avoiding the man and the teenager with him. My mind couldn’t comprehend what it would feel like knowing that your whole world could completely change in one visit with the judge.

Fully aware that God had a plan for this thirteen-year-old, I continued sending up prayers. I knew many others on the prayer chain were doing the same, and I felt the confidence that God’s will would prevail.

I mentally reviewed the past events when Vanesa first arrived at Shadow of His Wings Orphanage two years IMG_3418before. Her cute face and sweet nature quickly opened many hearts to accept her into the Shadow family. After rescuing her from sexual abuse, the police brought her to the orphanage. No documents or birth certificate came with her. Vanesa confided that she didn’t remember anything about her family nor where they lived. She had only her name, and that could have been changed. Our social worker investigated the few clues available. Then she put Vanesa’s picture in the Prensa Libra newspaper and on TV, inquiring help from anybody who might recognize her. When the picture came out in the newspaper, we received a call from a man saying he might be her grandfather. Concerned about her going back into another abusive situation and in my protectiveness I said, “No way.” Why hadn’t he gone to the children’s court? Where had he been all this time?

“Sombra de Sus Alas,” the court secretary shouted.

My mind snapped back to our purpose with the court when I heard our name called. We entered the judge’s room. With Vanesa seated between Gerber and me, I saw the same man from the waiting room sit right across the table from me. With a sinking feeling, I saw what I didn’t want to see. The strong resemblance pointed in his favor. Lord, for her protection, give the judge the ability to make the right decision for our girl. She faces some great life changes.

Dedication of the Property: Part 2

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dedicationpraying I moaned inwardly, concerned that we might get rained out, but the program continued. Running from the duplex to the stage, with wet hair plastered to their heads, the girls did their worship dancing. The band played without missing a beat. It’s going to be okay, I told myself. A little water doesn’t hurt anybody. As if to answer my thought, a deluge pounded the tent canvas. People under the tent began to shift around. Sitting in the front row, I wondered what was causing so much movement. Then I turned to see a flow of muddy water slide across the once dry ground, and water dripping through holes in the tent. By this time, if a person found a dry space, that’s where the chair went, disregarding any type of order. The program continued despite the attack of nature.

Celin, the youngest, and Miriam, the oldest, shared their testimonies of what it meant to them to live in Shadow of His Wings Orphanage. Irma, whom we nicknamed “preacher,” gave an inspiring message. To hear them tell how blessed they were to find a family, love, and security in this refuge made the desire to rescue more children grow in my heart. With ten acres and the help of others, we could bring in many more children, including boys. Yes, Lord, this is just the beginning. You have more planned for us.

The pastor of a local church gave a sermon, followed by Sharon Parks, who gave her thoughts about the mandate the Lord impressed upon us when we started James Project of Latin America. She prophesied over the Project, and at the conclusion, lightning burst forth from the sky with a boom that made us jump and punctuated her words. With my heart in my throat, I wondered if the Lord did that on purpose. He sure had our attention.

After the bang of thunder, the girls did the symbolic foot washing for each pastor from the area churches. The intentions of this act showed others that as disciples of Christ, we desired to serve one another with humility and honor. It became obvious that hearts were moved when tears formed in the eyes of the pastors.

Next, the girls, with glittery rectangle scarves around their necks, mingled with the crowd to pray for individuals. The girls inquired of the guests for any specific needs and went right into prayer. “Caty, you can pray for people too, okay?” I said to our mentally challenged orphan. She knew what to do. She gave me a closed-mouth smile, cackled, and off she went. The mantels around the girls’ necks sparkled in the light, and they looked like little angels in ministry. My heart soared in pride and love. Certainly the people in the community could see how far these kids had come from the streets to where they are now.

After the ministry time, the rain ceased, but there were two inches of mud everywhere. The girls proceeded to serve the tostadas, cake, and juice to over six hundred people. We realized the number of attendees from the number of paper plates we used. Two hundred invitations reaped a large group of people.

When the mud-splattered people prepared to depart, as many as possible crammed in the vehicles or stood in the back of the pickups. Since we didn’t have graveled roads yet, many cars had to be pushed out of the muck. I wondered if the townspeople were disappointed because of nature’s interference and the large numbers of people. Gerber explained that the people liked us, or they would not have stayed when the rain began. People made comments before they left, thanking us and saying how they appreciated having an orphanage in the community. I think we sealed a partnership with many in the community that night. Thank you, Lord. The dedication of the property is a night we will all remember.

Dedication of the Property

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GirlssingingdedicationI shook my head in amazement as I looked at the people who kept pouring through the front gate of our new home, James Project of Latin America in Monjas, Jalapa (Guatemala). Many of these people had walked the mile from town to the orphanage, if they couldn’t find room in the back of somebody’s pickup.

I didn’t realize that this day, dedication to the Lord day, would impact me like it did. Joanne and I had started the orphanage three years before in San Cristobal. We found this property where we could expand and where the children could experience freedoms that they couldn’t have in the City. James 1:27 and Psalm 68:5 became the mandate given to us. You are the Father of the fatherless for these children and those to come. Oh, Lord, help me to know what that means in real life. They need to understand it in their hearts. The immensity of what it meant to have an orphanage and a school struck me as I looked over the ten acres.

Joanne and I desired that the girls have the opportunity for ministry and service in the community. These Dedicationopeninglearning experiences would prepare them to reach out to others, just as people did for them. So we invited the community to come and get acquainted with all of us, the girls, and included several slots in the program for the girls to perform on stage. Would they receive us as friends?

Bob and Sharon Parks from Isaiah 62:4 Ministries; Pastor Peter Gilliland from Wasilla, Alaska; and Pastor Ralph Diaz from New York ministered to our group during the dedication. What a blessing to have other stateside guests to celebrate with us.

We had planned the details for this evening many weeks before. Some of the simplest ideas ended up taking hours to accomplish. With the closest bakery hours away, we had to find someone who could bake cakes for a few hundred people. We stepped out, sought people for advice, and the plans came together. The evening came, and the show began. However, surprises awaited all of us during the dedication of the property, despite our great preparation for it.

People filled the chairs under the donated tent designed for two-hundred people. It became obvious that the numbers coming in well surpassed the neatly placed chairs. With a need for more seating, chairs were placed on the porch of the duplex, and from there chairs went anywhere there happened to be space. We talked about doing things Guatemalan style, which is cramming many into small spaces. We did it up good that night.

Where did all of these people come from? Could we accommodate everyone with the threat of rain? We later discovered that when a pastor receives an invitation to an event, he passes that invitation on to his congregation. A family will pass the invitation on to their aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and neighbors. Since we were new people in the community, and gringos besides, many people wanted to see us and the orphanage. We then understood the reason for the multitudes and felt pleased that they all came.

The moment arrived. The local gospel band struck their cords as our youngest, spunky Celin, led the girls onto the make-shift stage, just as the heavens opened. Oh no, would they be able to continue with the praise and worship? Some of the band had to stand partially under the canvas and partially in the downpour. Lord, do we need to cancel everything and wait for a drier day? I looked at the angry gray clouds and knew the rain wouldn’t end soon. What could we do now?