In December 2001, I had a dream about a place up in the
mountains. One mountain spewed fire and the other spewed
water, like volcanoes. I could see clouds below me and little
children in a garden calling me Mom. A couple of pastors said
in Spanish, come to Guatemala.
I never thought about Guatemala before that and even at
the time, I could not afford to go. In 2002, I was involved in a
ministry that helped individuals learn about missions. I was
supposed to find someone in a country that was a missionary
and ask if I could come for a month to learn about the ministry
and help.
I did not ask anyone for money, though I was not working
at the time, but all my finances were met. When I got to the
country by plane, the missionaries picked me up and drove a
couple of hours. The location was San Cristobal, Guatemala to
an orphanage called “Shadow of His Wings, Children’s Home.”
The place was for young girls who were rescued from the
streets because they were abandoned, sold, or homeless. The
girls ranged from age 5 to 15. Such beautiful round faces with
big dark brown eyes and tanned skin.
The location was near a ravine that overlooked two large
volcanoes. One was named Volcan de Fuego, (Volcano of Fire)
and another named Volcan de Agua, (Volcano of Water). In the
mornings, the dew would settle like a thick cloud beneath us in
the ravine. It was not until one of the young girls called me
Mom that I remembered I had that dream a year earlier. Would
you believe that the name of the house I was helping at was
called “El Jardin” which means “Garden.”