Gale Wightman: Psalm 121:1 and 2—I look up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

I often meditate on this verse at home, but never do I have even a mound to look up to—Here, in Juarez, I really can look to the hills!

I can’t imagine spending this week any other way.   Had we been home, what would we be doing?  Going out to a restaurant, the movies, the zoo?  Physically, this week was not an easy one.  Everyday I went to bed exhausted because if we weren’t scraping, painting, working, we were with the kids.  Spiritually it was refreshing—our God time was enlightening.  I learned some great insights from the others in my group.  As an emotional experience it was everything from joy to seeing the kids laughing and playing to the solemn moments when you realize that all a child owns fits in to one or two drawers.  To one child, a hidden shard of glass was a treasure (which was confiscated).

I’ve loved meeting the people here:
Moniqua who prays with the boys each night and who had been praying that Americans would come and paint her dorm room orange.  What do you know, we did!

Betel who amazes me with all she knows and understands of this ministry, and her ready smile, and words of encouragement.

Sandra who told me she didn’t have any friends.
And the other Sandra who makes such silly faces and I thrill when I see her arm and arm with Khalia.