Yesterday I went to Laura Flores to start "ministering". The Bible study classes have been delayed until next month (nothing here ever goes to plan!) so instead we did a booklet and I gave massages to the women. The aim was a nice simple massage to relax the ladies but, of course, this was not how it worked out. I was into a tiny, concrete and humid room with no lights or windows. The women had to lie on school desks and all I had to cover them up was an old dusty curtain! As if this elegant setting wasn't enough dogs off the street kept wandering in and trying to join in! The added bonus was their "special" aroma.
Solitude and personal space don't really exist here so all through the afternoon children would wander in and watch.Or random people would walk in off the street while I was massaging someone and ask for instructions so I would unexpectedly find myself leading an unplanned workshop.
Afterwards we visited a sick girl, Veronica, and in spite of her mother and 3 other women I was designated to pray (scary.) She is just 16 and has a 3 month old baby. She must have only just turned 15 when she became pregnant and the boyfriend has abandoned her and the baby. As I looked at Veronica and tried to pray I felt so helpless.
I hate knowing that I'll see more suffering and poverty if I continue to work in LF and yet I'm thrilled to be able to visit and do what little I can.
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