Guatemala on a Sunday

Well, I'm not even sure where to begin to tell the stories of this adventure. There are so many experiences etched in my mind. It is hard to put it into words. The images probably speak for themselves but I also want to record my voice so these moments are not forgotten.

Los Aposentos
A small and secluded gathering place with natural springs. People piled out of buses to enter the area. They sang. They worshiped. They spent a Sunday morning together as families.

Patzicia
Journal exerpt: July 10, 2010
Church at Patzicia. When we
entered the chapel a group of children was singing I love to see the
Temple. The spirit was incredibly strong. It was palpable and moved me
to tears. We sat down in the back of the room behind most of the ward
members. They were so small but so kind. You could feel it just by
looking in their eyes. Such humble, faithful people. All the boys were
wearing white shirts, many had suit coats. The women were dressed
beautifully. During the meeting the choir sang again. My heart was
bursting with gratitude as their voices carried a simple message across
language barriers. A message undeniably felt by all in the room. A
message of Christ. I wished my children could have seen and heard them
too. We must bring them here someday!

While sitting there,
I noticed how quiet and reverent the children were. Made me wonder what
I can do differently. No high fructose corn syrup! 🙂 It is also
interesting to note that when Jeff's Dad was here as a missionary, it
was just a small branch. Now it is a stake. It is evident that the
faith and sacrifice of those pioneers have built it up to what it is
today. I loved watching him interact with the people. He loved them
then and loves them now.