Orphanage

Today we started our day returning to the 'same' bank we were at yesterday to exchange money to cover the team expenses. Rule 1 for a missionary is to remain flexible - and we did - they smiled when we walked through the door - I am sure saying 'they're back'. The banks have various limits - the one we used allowed foreigners to exchange up to $500 per month. Yesterday we thought we will just have to find another bank - that didn't work. So 10 of us lined up.
We then went to a church run orphanage and set up the clinic to see not only the orphans but also those in the community. People were waiting in line for us before we arrived. Glasses are a wanted item and many come just for them alone. There were 3 sisters (teenage) who came with their father whose vision was very, very bad. They looked so sad and empty. I had been watching them from afar but did go introduce myself to each of them. The oldest started to cry and hugged me...my goodness - I do believe that God was moving - I prayed for her and then asked Jenny if she would interpret for me. I had dropped 3 of the rubber band Miracle on Second Street brackets in my backpack at home. One was given to each of the girls sharing that God had done a miracle in my town, that He was a God of miracles and I was believing God for a miracle in their life. I pray when they look at that small token they are reminded That God is the God of miracles. I can't say there was joy in their faces. I can't say when a miracle will happen in their life. But I know that God was there in that moment.
The children living in the orphanage are beautiful. I got to hold Sophia and Marta, 2 of 3 newborns that were abandoned on a doorstep or business / farm. It is believed that little Sophia had been abandoned more then 24 hours - being dehydrated and suffering hypothermia. Abandoned infants are named by the state - but are given only s first name. They will not have a last name until they are adopted. All I can say is wow. That she's me sad - only half a name.  
Lastly I am thankful that Jenny, our interpreter who is from Panama and is traveling with us has recovered from her elevation sickness and dehydration. She had become ill starting yesterday. With much encouragement from the entire team (and the threat of having to get an IV started to give fluids for re-hydration) she was able to drink 3 liters of water with rehydration medicine in it. I hear it tastes bad, but chug-a-lug Jenny.
I ask that you continue to pray for our team and the people in Guatemala we are reaching.