I dont even know where to start. i want to talk alittle about mexico, because it has been heavy on my heart since we got there, and have now been home for nearly a week.
In Mexico i fell in love, not once but twice. Not with a boy, but i fell more deeply in love with Jesus. And as i began to love Jesus even more, i fell in love with a little boy named Cocito, who showed me God.
I arrived at The Purple Palace orphanage, with pure excitement. Most of you know how much i love children. Anyways, and the minute i got there, i felt God working in it, and it made it even more real to me . The minute i walked into the Tot Lot for the babies, i was tackled by something small, that grabbed onto my leg. I looked down to see, who would later be my best friend, Cocito.
Cocito, held on to me for dear life, his little hands were always around my neck, and he was always on my hip. As the week went on, everytime the time came that we said " hasta manana" and left the orphanage, Cocito would cry, and scream, and throw his arms in the air, until i was out of sight, and one of his caregivers would pick him up, and take him away.
It broke my heart. I saw children, who loved God, and were loved by God, who had no idea what real love was. People came and went all the time, but most of them , never came back.
I experienced Gods love through them. Through cocito. They started everyday with happiness, as they ate, and prayed, and smiled. AND EVERYDAY THEY SMILED. Everyday we came, we were greeted by 72 smiles , a smile only God could create.
In my heart, i knew that after this week, i would not be a person who came and left, to say it was a good trip, the end. I would be back, as soon as i could be. Because God needs me there. We experienced God in everything we did, from our morning coffee shop outings, where we got coffee, and talked, to when we walked down the streets to hand out bibles, praying, and holding kids closely every step of the way.
Its down the dark alley ways, down the vending streets, outside the coffee shops, and around the corner from the Purple Palace, that God's love is needed, because let me tell you, His love was NOT short in the orphanage.
We were sent to love them, to play with them, to care for them, and you know what? They took care of us, they showed us love, before we could even give it.
And Cocito? He became mine, as i sung him to sleep, as i fed him, as i played with him, or read him stories. When we wrestled, and when his mother came to visit, he was MINE.
Cocito has 3 sisters. 2 are in the orphanage, older then him, and one is only but one month, and still remains with his mother. When she came to visit , i was close to tears the whole time we talked . In the midst of a language barrier, God gave me the right things to say.
She asked me if my mother was on the trip, and i said no. She pointed to Cocito in my arms, and said this is my son. this is my son. and i faught back tears as i told her he was very handsome, and an amazing child of God . A single tear rolled down her cheek, as she left with her baby, back out to the streets of Tijuana. She was physically abusive to ALL of her children, Connie told me, and it broke my heart, to know, that each time i said Goodbye, he actually thought i was leaving him.
God does amazing things in Tijuana, things that changed my heart. I left mexico with heaviness on my heart, to go back, as soon as i can. And thats what i plan to do.
Because God has called me to love, and show his love, and i will do whatever he needs me to, to accomplish that.
I miss Cocito, and the children, everyday, but they are never far from my prayers.
Thank God for this Trip, and Thank God for the next one.
Bree.
In Mexico i fell in love, not once but twice. Not with a boy, but i fell more deeply in love with Jesus. And as i began to love Jesus even more, i fell in love with a little boy named Cocito, who showed me God.
I arrived at The Purple Palace orphanage, with pure excitement. Most of you know how much i love children. Anyways, and the minute i got there, i felt God working in it, and it made it even more real to me . The minute i walked into the Tot Lot for the babies, i was tackled by something small, that grabbed onto my leg. I looked down to see, who would later be my best friend, Cocito.
Cocito, held on to me for dear life, his little hands were always around my neck, and he was always on my hip. As the week went on, everytime the time came that we said " hasta manana" and left the orphanage, Cocito would cry, and scream, and throw his arms in the air, until i was out of sight, and one of his caregivers would pick him up, and take him away.
It broke my heart. I saw children, who loved God, and were loved by God, who had no idea what real love was. People came and went all the time, but most of them , never came back.
I experienced Gods love through them. Through cocito. They started everyday with happiness, as they ate, and prayed, and smiled. AND EVERYDAY THEY SMILED. Everyday we came, we were greeted by 72 smiles , a smile only God could create.
In my heart, i knew that after this week, i would not be a person who came and left, to say it was a good trip, the end. I would be back, as soon as i could be. Because God needs me there. We experienced God in everything we did, from our morning coffee shop outings, where we got coffee, and talked, to when we walked down the streets to hand out bibles, praying, and holding kids closely every step of the way.
Its down the dark alley ways, down the vending streets, outside the coffee shops, and around the corner from the Purple Palace, that God's love is needed, because let me tell you, His love was NOT short in the orphanage.
We were sent to love them, to play with them, to care for them, and you know what? They took care of us, they showed us love, before we could even give it.
And Cocito? He became mine, as i sung him to sleep, as i fed him, as i played with him, or read him stories. When we wrestled, and when his mother came to visit, he was MINE.
Cocito has 3 sisters. 2 are in the orphanage, older then him, and one is only but one month, and still remains with his mother. When she came to visit , i was close to tears the whole time we talked . In the midst of a language barrier, God gave me the right things to say.
She asked me if my mother was on the trip, and i said no. She pointed to Cocito in my arms, and said this is my son. this is my son. and i faught back tears as i told her he was very handsome, and an amazing child of God . A single tear rolled down her cheek, as she left with her baby, back out to the streets of Tijuana. She was physically abusive to ALL of her children, Connie told me, and it broke my heart, to know, that each time i said Goodbye, he actually thought i was leaving him.
God does amazing things in Tijuana, things that changed my heart. I left mexico with heaviness on my heart, to go back, as soon as i can. And thats what i plan to do.
Because God has called me to love, and show his love, and i will do whatever he needs me to, to accomplish that.
I miss Cocito, and the children, everyday, but they are never far from my prayers.
Thank God for this Trip, and Thank God for the next one.
Bree.
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