leighann's_words: Clinic Day 3

I think it's pretty good that I made it until day 3 for my first emotional meltdown. This sweet lady sat down with me to get some glasses, and everything went smoothly throughout the process. As with everyone, I asked how I could pray for her. As she began to talk, the tears welled up in her eyes and Sagar started explaining to me that she lives on the street outside the church shining shoes to make a living. She has a son, but because of some kind of issue with his wife he is refusing to take care of her. As I started to pray, the tears just burst out. I just can't imagine living this way. I don't know her story. I don't know the details behind all of that. But she could be my grandmother. She could be yours. She should not be living on the street. It was not meant to be this way. I'm so sad to say that I've talked with so many people now that I can't remember her name, but I will not forget that face.

I had to take this one for the kids at church. Many of them worked hard one Wednesday night to make little inserts for the eyeglass cases, and here is one of the proud recipients. Her name is Rebecca. :)

Some of the school kids were quite curious today and kept sneaking around the ropes. Since they kept trying to swipe a touch at my hair I finally just bent my head over and let them go for it. I don't think they were expecting that one!

We took off a little early today, because fatigue has definitely set in. That was the plan from the beginning, because in Sharon's many years of experience she says Wednesday is the hardest. My biggest prayer for myself right now is that my voice would return tomorrow. It is not pretty now, and makes what I'm saying harder for the interpreters to understand. Please pray for that.

Meanwhile, back at home, Bradley has not only been dealing with strep throat but yesterday broke his wrist. I can't believe that my child has broken a bone and I'm unable to get to him. What a dirty rotten trick that was. Satan knew my guard was up against the usual things he tries, so he threw me a curveball. But he's nowhere close to stealing my joy. My baby is in wonderful hands, and I will be able to spoil him soon enough.

We ate at a restaurant on the water tonight that was absolutely beautiful. Sharon's son Michael spent some time working at the clinic with us today and then took us to one of his favorite stores for a little shopping. I bought some fun stuff there, but I'm nowhere near the professional bargain hunter as some of my fellow travel mates! They can get serious quick. :)

After dinner, Sagar asked Jeff if he wanted to ride back to the hotel on his motorcycle. I don't know why this shot turned out like this, but I had to include the proof. He made it back alive, praise God. Look at the devilish grin on Sagar's face!