A few days ago I received a message that Carlos ran away. I cant really say that I was all that surprised. I would probably have done the same. I know Carlos really well, because he was my little boy for four years when we lived together in El Salvador. I got to teach him in school and then we would hang out all afternoon. He taught me so many things and if there is one person I could lay down my life for it would be him.
He is sixteen years old and more than capable to survive on his own, but obviously it’s not legal, and so the Strong Tower Children’s Home, where he lived on weekends, has to report it. It’s not like he is hiding and they don't know where he is at. He has actually been visiting a few of the other deaf and jumping from house to house. The hardest part for me is not that he ran away, what hurts the most is to see the response of people who say they love Jesus.
I need you to pray with me! I see a spiritual battle for Carlos’s soul and I need real believers to help me fight. Honestly it’s really hard for me to have faith right now. I feel a lot like the father who cried to Jesus, “I believe; help my unbelief” (Mark 9:24 ESV)! It’s not just an attack on Carlos but being so close to him I feel the attack on me. My prayer to God is not that Carlos goes back. My hearts cry is that he can find someone who will love him the way God loves him.
Note: The picture was taken when I took Carlos to the beach only a couple of days before I left El Salvador.