Hola,
It has been an awesome week. On Sunday we spent the night in Guatemala City at YWAM. YWAM, Youth with a Mission, is a ministry for people usually just out of high school that goes all over the world and does outreaches and ministry. Our friend, Steve, lives and works at the base so that’s why we stayed there. At the bases there are usually teams visiting from some other base to do outreach. There is a base in almost every country in the world. While we were at the base a team from Costa Rica was also there for a few weeks. The team had two leaders and maybe 15 students. They were awesome and really nice. It was Monday morning and we had just finished breakfast. The team was just getting ready to go to Central Park to pray and worship, and we were getting ready to go to the bus and drive to Nicaragua. So the team all got in the car and had just started to drive down the street when my dad decided that we should go with them. So Steve went running down the street after the car. We all piled in the car, it was really stuffed and we headed off to central park. When we got there we all gathered around the big central fountain and started to worship. One guy had a guitar and we just all sang along. If someone stopped to listen, one of us would go and talk to him and ask if he wanted us to pray for something. Down here if you ask if someone if they want prayer they will tell you their life story, every bad thing that is happening, all the great things that are going on and willingly accept prayer whether Christian or not. After worship we split up into groups of four, I was with daddy, mommy, and Sarah. We just wandered around until one of us felt God telling us to talk to a certain person. The first woman we talked to was named Maria, she asked for prayer for her daughter. Her daughter had married an alcoholic and had two kids. She said they got in big fights, her daughter would just leave the kids for days with the dad. Last time this happened the dad burnt the baby’s arm with hot water. Also, to add to her life the doctor just told her that she had extremely high blood pressure. We prayed for her then went looking for a new person. We came upon Rodrico, a 93 year old man in perfect health except for his hip. It had lost all the cartilage on the ball. He also told us he was a world traveler. He’d been to Asia, Africa, all the Americas. He said that Guatemala was by far his favorite country, he is from Guatemala. He also has seven sons who all live in the US, he was headed for California in a few weeks. He was a Jesus believing man wanting a miracle, so we prayed for him. After praying for him it had been an hour and we all headed back to the fountain and finished by praying for the government. In the afternoon my mom and Lilia went to a men’s drug recovery home, while my dad, Mimi, and I stayed home. On Wednesday we had plans to go the hospital to pray for kids with cancer. When we arrived it was about 80 degrees outside, then we went into the building. We walked up four floors, down a little hall approaching and reached four rooms. We split into four groups and each were assigned one room. Our room was about the 16 feet by 16 feet filled with five cribs. In each crib there was a child ranging from a week old to 14. There was a 14 year old boy laying in the crib, he couldn’t even straighten his legs and that’s how small the crib was. All the kids had their moms or dads with them and they were the ones changing their kid’s IVs giving them shots and feeding them. The room had five patients and their parent, then another six or seven from the team. We were all packed in a tiny room with no windows, it was so hot! In the first crib there was a little girl, it was her birthday, so we sang happy birthday to her, gave her a balloon animal and prayed for her. She had just turned seven, so imagine a seven year olds knee then make it the size of a dodge ball that was her knee. She had three tumors, one in her knee, one in her lung and one in her back. The next boy we prayed for was eight years old and had seven viruses in his stomach. I know that sounds weird but its true. While the doctors were trying to help him they gave him the wrong medicine and now he has permanent brain damage. His mother was so sad and eager for prayer. Then Micah and I went to pray for a little baby. Her mother told us she would die within a month and that the doctors couldn’t do anything about it. So Micah and I kneeled down to pray and right then we both couldn’t stop crying. The mom was crying with us and we couldn’t even talk. We were all crying for the same reason; the baby was in pain and we couldn’t do anything, you knew that in a month she would be dead, and right now her body was slowly and painfully killing itself. We spent three hours in the hospital with the kids. My mom and dad were in a different room, Mimi told me she thought it was sad to see people in pain. Lilia couldn’t even be in the rooms, it was too much for her so she prayed in the hall with some others.
After leaving the hospital we went back to the base, ate lunch and hung out all after noon. That evening we made a corn milk drink, packed some bread, a soccer ball, and headed to the streets. On the street there is a group of guys that YWAM goes to every week. These guys get high on rags soaked with gas, paint thinner, or any thing of that sort. So we went to give them food and play soccer with them. The soccer gets the blood flowing and oxygen in the brain so for the five minutes after we can do a mini bible study while they are still “with” us. So when we got there we gave out the drink and the bread and then got ready for soccer. We play in the middle of the busy street, totally not safe. But we meet them where they live. Also, there were two little kids there, a six year old girl and a three year old boy. Ronja and I went over to them, they were very shy at first, but once the older girl warmed up to us her little brother, Christian, started to come near. Soon they were sitting on our laps singing and playing patty cake. Only the guys on the team played soccer, and they were so funny! Once someone kicked the ball and because we were playing in the street it went in a passing car’s window. Another time the ball got stuck on top of a roof of a building so they lifted Mimi up and she crawled up on the roof to get it. By the end of the game I had the little boy on my back and we were running races against the little girl. After the big soccer game we did a 5 minute service and then all piled back in the van and headed home. After a few minutes of driving the car stopped, there was no gas gauge so you never know how much gas there is! We had no gas in the middle of Guatemala City, the city of 12 million people at night. Thanks to God, our car died directly in front of a gas station so all the guys in the van ran out a pushed us 20 feet to the gas station. The next morning we sadly had to depart them and head to Nicaragua. We do have plans to meet them down in Costa Rica on February 20th. In the last 24 hours we have been in Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, and Nicaragua, four countries! We stop in Nicaragua and will stay in Granada for two days then go to the island Ometepe that is in the middle of Lake Nicaragua. On the island we are going to stay at an orphanage and make some good dinners.
Sorry this is a few weeks old but until now we have not had internet : ( 
This is some of the guys off the street but the girl was from the YWAM team and the man on the right with the green shirt was part of the YWAM staff in Guatemala.
Here are all the guys playing soccer in the street.
Mom, me, the two kids and Ronja.
more of everyone playing in the street.
Here is the little girl and her little brother.
The little boy was getting a piggy back ride.
The guy Joe, to the left at the edge of the circle has black hair and a beard and a black shirt. He was giving the service on the street.
this is every one pushing the car to the gas station, there were more people but they all left at the end.
This is the YWAM team.
Driving through all the countries people put stores in the middle of the street.
Here it is very common to see a herd of cattle walking down the street.
