July 24, 1987 Bogota, Colombia - Warm
I cried “Oh, that I had the wings
of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest." ~Psalm 55:6
Once again I am battling homesickness – at times I
feel like the Psalmists desiring to fly away. I feel weepy, missing my folks.
Lord God be with them and bless them. You know that I love them.
I have weaned John now – he loves to nurse so it is
hard when he cuddles and wants to nurse, and I tell him no, he cries.
This AM I took my first trip solo down town to meet
Joseph. I was a little anxious but I did fine. We went to begin the process of
renewing our visas. Everything is so complicated and requires so much paper and
leg work. This morning as we were walking we saw a little boy about 7 or 8 holding
a little baby (maybe 9 months). We felt such compassion for them. Joseph gave
him some money and asked if he had parents – he began crying but would not talk
to us. We both had a feeling his mother had probably sent them while she was
with men. It was so heart breaking to see them – he wanted to do something but
what? Pray? What else? Nothing. Father, be a father to these fatherless
children.
Care for them Lord – protect
them from the enemy who seeks to devour them. By your grace, Lord, reach down
and help them, draw them out of the filth. Set them aside for your purposes,
Lord.
We’re answering letters today, trying to catch up.
Sometimes I thin it’s not possible.
Psalm 55:23b “but as for me, I trust in you.” Amen.
