Just a Tear....Kidz Lithuania ventured out in a new territory this past month we packed up and traveled to a small village name Trokskunai. We pulled in for three days....with plans of creating a "Day Camp" for the elderly. So many of their hearts were changed in their golden moments of life.
We experienced a Tear of Joy when one of the men made a match in the matching game. He cracked a smile and when he learned he could go again his smile only grew. Then the tear fell he was happy and his tear was contagious.
Every day Anna, Erika and I (Sharon) entered the kitchen to cook and bake special treats for our new students.
Just a Tear which did not come from the many onions we chopped; but from the conditions we prepared food. The kitchen was small and lacking in so many areas. They had little to nothing to work with and from. These tears were those of sadness. It was apparent we needed to go shopping and help them with some necessary tools.
Just a Tear, while the halls for the first time in a long time echoed the beauty from the sounds of pure worship. A Tear of Peace and memory for some. Their hearts were slowly opening and during the last time of worship many bowed their heads and prayed to the King of Kings. Our purpose and mission was complete so we thought.
But the lively music from chair dancing.....From country, to tango and their desire to try some rock and roll. (Elvis---Remember they are in their 80's) Kept the ladies hearts filling up with happiness and a sense of accomplishment.
The sound of bean bags hitting the "twister" mat and the rhythms of their claps when they won a treat. To hear the joy when we had a balloon volley ball & milkshake party. The old songs and stories kept on surfacing.
Just one tear explained it all when our team turned their cafeteria into a hand massage palour. There, we experienced more than one tear-- several shared that they couldn't remember the last time anyone touched them in such a kind and loving way. Those words changed our team members hearts forever.
Our boys removed the clutter from the attic three days of hard labor as we witnessed Jesus clearing the clutter from their hearts.
