The last day in Ecuador
Day 4
This day brought even more tears. We visited a Compassion Survival Project. This program is geared towards the expecting moms and new moms with children under the age of three.
We sat in chairs to watch a program the older children had prepared for us. While some of the other children came to sit with us. A precious little girl named Jacqui came to sit with me. She climbed into my lap. She looked up at me with the most beautiful eyes and smiled at me, the tears were really flowing now. Her eyes were full of life, so pure, they sparkled like stars in clear sky at night. Her arms were chilled and she let me hold her to help her warm up.
When the program was finished we again looked at some of the details of this project. Little Jacqui grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a lady showing some craft work. She was calling out to her "Momma, Momma". She wanted me to meet her mom and baby brother. I must say this little girl captured a piece of my heart. She is not in the sponsorship program yet, but I am on a list to have the chance to sponsor her. I will give up my Starbuck's Latte to help her!!
The home visits this day took us to some rough areas. We were told to stick close to our group and be watchful.
I was privileged to go to a home with two small children. To get to the home we had to climb up some stairs to an apartment unit of three rooms. The steps were steep with no rails. It has to be scary to her with a toddler. The parents are married. The husband works in construction. Her older daughter was not in the program. We asked if her husband was supportive of Compassion. She said yes because of the drastic developmental differences between the two children. The baby can do so much more the their daughter did as a little one. The project assigns a counselor for each family, they do weekly visits. At these visits they teach the mothers how to interact with the children to help them develop properly.
We were treated to making pancakes, we would call it a "drop cake", or "funnel cake" where I come from. They were tasty. We also had lunch with the family and decorated a room in the house. Glynnis, Rich, and I lack creative ability, so I am not sure how festive it really was.
After lunch it was back to the hotel for final packing and loading to go home.
It was bitter sweat leaving the hotel. We headed to another local landmark for dinner. It was a restaurant at the base of a huge statue called "The Virgin of Quito", it stood on a hill named "Little Bread Loaf". The view was beautiful and we watched the sun set over the city. Our country hosts presented us with dolls for a memory. More tears!!
We gave a family a ride down the hill in our bus. As only God can do, one of the children was a Compassion Sponsored child. Tears again.
The next post will cover our trip home and all its adventures.
Blessings,
Day 4
This day brought even more tears. We visited a Compassion Survival Project. This program is geared towards the expecting moms and new moms with children under the age of three.
We sat in chairs to watch a program the older children had prepared for us. While some of the other children came to sit with us. A precious little girl named Jacqui came to sit with me. She climbed into my lap. She looked up at me with the most beautiful eyes and smiled at me, the tears were really flowing now. Her eyes were full of life, so pure, they sparkled like stars in clear sky at night. Her arms were chilled and she let me hold her to help her warm up.
When the program was finished we again looked at some of the details of this project. Little Jacqui grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a lady showing some craft work. She was calling out to her "Momma, Momma". She wanted me to meet her mom and baby brother. I must say this little girl captured a piece of my heart. She is not in the sponsorship program yet, but I am on a list to have the chance to sponsor her. I will give up my Starbuck's Latte to help her!!
The home visits this day took us to some rough areas. We were told to stick close to our group and be watchful.
I was privileged to go to a home with two small children. To get to the home we had to climb up some stairs to an apartment unit of three rooms. The steps were steep with no rails. It has to be scary to her with a toddler. The parents are married. The husband works in construction. Her older daughter was not in the program. We asked if her husband was supportive of Compassion. She said yes because of the drastic developmental differences between the two children. The baby can do so much more the their daughter did as a little one. The project assigns a counselor for each family, they do weekly visits. At these visits they teach the mothers how to interact with the children to help them develop properly.
We were treated to making pancakes, we would call it a "drop cake", or "funnel cake" where I come from. They were tasty. We also had lunch with the family and decorated a room in the house. Glynnis, Rich, and I lack creative ability, so I am not sure how festive it really was.
After lunch it was back to the hotel for final packing and loading to go home.
It was bitter sweat leaving the hotel. We headed to another local landmark for dinner. It was a restaurant at the base of a huge statue called "The Virgin of Quito", it stood on a hill named "Little Bread Loaf". The view was beautiful and we watched the sun set over the city. Our country hosts presented us with dolls for a memory. More tears!!
We gave a family a ride down the hill in our bus. As only God can do, one of the children was a Compassion Sponsored child. Tears again.
The next post will cover our trip home and all its adventures.
Blessings,
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