Why I write about Operation Baby Rescue

Last year, when I began praying about how we could make Christmas about giving to the least of these, for Christ, I never imagined God would take me to another nation to show me where we should give. I am thankful, and my life will never be the same.

In October, before I ever got off the plane and stepped foot on Guatemalan soil, I asked God, “What is that you want me to see? And once I do, what is it that you want me to do?” His reply came within a few days of me being there, “Be the voice for the voiceless. Tell the stories for those that cannot tell them themselves.” This is my part. This is why I share on my blog about Operation Baby Rescue.

Maybe you have noticed, every other week I’ve also been writing at Noel Yeatts blog. Today, I am sharing just part of a story that is still being written in my heart and life. It is probably the hardest one for me to tell, and even still, I’ve only told it in parts. Here is the beginning of that story, and you can click here to read the rest of it at Noel’s place.

We were nearing the end of the trip, after five days in Guatemala. It’s the last day of visiting the villages. The next day we would be flying home. It was a busy day.

We had been to a school. The children, they looked like they were thriving, and had a hope for their future. They have access to clean water and concrete walls, and that is better than most. We went up a mountain to where a new church was being dedicated, and there was another Tom’s shoe drop. All good things. Continue reading…