My first visit to Guatemala was 1988. Everywhere we went we saw children living in the streets. I cried the entire week.

I told God I wanted to help but I told Him I had no money, no land, could not talk Spanish as well as half a dozen other things. He spoke to my heart and said that I did not need those things. I just needed to trust Him. When I returned to Louisiana Dottie asked me how it was and immediately began to cry and she asked,”When are we going to Guatemala?  Four months later we were on our way to the journey of a lifetime.