Fiesta de Quito is a weeklong celebration of the foundation of the city of Quito in 1534. The city parties big time! We helped with makeup for the girls in the prison who presented a program for their families and friends. So much fun to celebrate with them!
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The girls spent weeks practicing their dances--their
performance was great fun! |
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Mixture of emotions:
excitement..."I'm ready to be seen and celebrated"...
anxiety, sadness ..."No one came for me"...
anger, emptiness..."You leave, I'm here"... |
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Makeup preparation for the big event!
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We brought music, stories and turkey dinner to the boys in the prison, and as always they're so appreciative. I love how they shout my name when they see me and ask for their mama kiss and hug during our visits. There are times when one will share their story in Spanish, and their words are lost in translation, but I know that listening is a big deal, loving is a big deal, and I can do that.
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Justice at its best is love
correcting everything that stands against love.
(Martin Luther King Jr.) |
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Dwell on the beauty of life.
Watch the stars and see yourself running with them.
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Turkey dinner for the girls at the safe home, Nuestro Jovenes. We cut out snowflakes--such an elementary activity that takes on new meaning when encouraging abused girls to delight in their uniqueness, their beauty and value. We ate, sang Christmas songs and finally cried together as we parted, knowing that when I return in five weeks, many of them will be gone--moved home or just on, each girl imprinted on my heart forever. If this home closes, then what? The urgency of
Casa Mis Suenos coming to life burns stronger than ever.
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| Nuestros Jovenes crew |
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Captivating. Beautiful. One of a kind. Beloved. Chosen.
Accepted. Adopted. |
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| Forget-me-not...please. |
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He rescues the poor at the first sign of need,
the destitute who have run out of luck.
He opens a place in His heart for the down-and-out,
He restores the wretched of the earth.
He frees them from the tyranny and torture--
when they bleed, He bleeds;
when they die, He dies.
Ps. 72:13-14 |
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Casa Mis Suenos planning board elegant
Christmas brunch hosted by Natalie
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