Today we headed into one of many tent cities. We were there for one purpose and that was to pray with the people.
We first met a woman whose nephew died in the earthquake and whose son was sick immediately after- however there were no hospitals to take him to.
We met a woman with three children- she is by herself with no husband (he died during the earthquake) and no family. She invited us into her "home". It was about the size of a bathroom stall and they had nothing - they sleep on the rocks.
We met an elderly woman who wanted us to pray for her but she had no specific requests as she said God has provided her with what she needs.
I was in awe of her faith. She has nothing (by our standards) and she didn't want to ask God for anything.
We spoke with our translator and found out he lived in one of the tents we visited.
Their living conditions are completely unacceptable. The kids are playing on a playground with razor wire around it.
They walk around bear naked or at the most with only a shirt.
I cried. I couldn't help but crying.
This country continues to need help. Those that are in the tents with children just want out - it is no place to raise children.
They are hungry, naked and forgotten.
They love the same God we do and many times we heard- we are here for a reason. They prayed with us and even for us.
I did not take many pictures out of respect for the people living there. Pictures would not show what we saw and words can not explain what we experienced.
Please ask the teens about this. It was hard for them too.
-Marilee
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