Survivors

Yesterday we left Lima at 1pm and rode through the most barren land I have ever seen. I had no idea that Lima was built in the middle of a desert. The following pictures give you a small taste of what we saw from our windows for several hours; absolutely incredible. One was taken from my side of the bus (looking straight up) while the other was taken from Isabel's side (looking straight down.

I was unable to get any pictures of the “homes” that people had built on the desert wasteland. No water. No electricity. Boxes on the sand. I couldn't help but think over and over, “How do they survive?”

This country is a land of survivors.

I woke up this morning at 6 am after a restless night , and decided I was done trying to fight with sleep that wouldn't come. I am sitting here at the table looking out the window at the most phenomenal mountains I have ever seen, and waiting until 8:45 when we will leave for the orphanage.

And my mind keeps returning to Cecilia...

And a land of survivors...

We were told she probably wouldn't have made it if Arco Iris Orphanage hadn't taken her in. We are told she is a very determined little girl.

Of course she is... That's how God made her. He had to make her that way.

A land of survivors...

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