After yet another difficult night (including a low of 39 mg/dL at 1 am), I was up at 5 am the next morning to start the day. By this point, not sleeping well at night and getting up earlier than usual was starting to drag on me. I got just the encouragement that I needed when I opened up my devotions for that day.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:4-5
After breakfast it was back to painting the building. I am using my journal from the week to write these blog posts, and I actually found a pink pen to write todays entry in honor of the gallons and gallons of pink paint. The day before I had been able to somewhat stay in the shade, but since that side of the building could only be painted with roller extenders we were now painting with the sun directly behind us. Amazingly I didnt have to take any more breaks than the rest of the team and my numbers stayed in a decent range.
After lunch, we changed into clean clothes and got on the bus to head to a local orphanage. It was always so interesting driving through the towns, seeing the damage, and seeing the spirit of the people continuing to shine through.
One of the leaders from the childrens church on Sunday was our guide for the day. It was so much fun just laughing and spending time with the kids playing all their favorite games.
She spent the next half hour or so playing with my hair and going around to all the other girls and stealing their hair bands to add to my hair. At one point she got up and I took one spare hair tie and pulled the mess up into a ponytail. Well, when she saw what I had done, she quickly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back over to the table to fix her work.
All too quickly it was time for us to say goodbye. The orphanage was actually right on the coast, so we took a few pictures by the water on our way back to the bus.
When we got back to the bus, a woman named Esther joined us to pray for us before we left. In her job, she travels from orphanage to orphanage helping to make sure they are set up well and have everything they need financially. She told us that that day was the first time she had seen the children smile and laugh like they have before the earthquake. It was heartbreaking to hear that a group of children had not felt like that had a reason to smile or laugh in two months!!!
When we got back to our site, we headed over to the post-op clinic to encourage the patients. There were a few things I noticed right away. First, the clinic was located in a building that had housed part of the school before the earthquake. Behind the medical supplies, we noticed that the chalkboards had remained untouched and still displayed the lessons from January 12th.
Speaking with the patients, we first met with a man who had broken his arm. Next we went into the room of a man who had broken his tibia and fibula. I cannot even imagine the pain of that injury, and we were shocked to find out that he had not even begun to have it treated until weeks after the quake!