Black shoes varying in size were pulled out of boxes. The men and young boys lined up first, the young girls were given what was left that might fit them, and the women walked away with bags of rice for the household. 
It was an interesting experience. We traveled for three hours over mountains, over unfinished roads, you know normal missionary stuff! We arrived at a small village, which was only accessible by a bridge wide enough for a motorcycle. We had a service in the evening, then began to hand out the shoes and rice.
When we began this journey to Guatemala a week after being married, the plan was to learn Spanish, but our prayer also was that we would be available to be used by God in anyway, and of course He took us up on that. Being on several mission trips usually half the time the westerners are helping the people and the other half of the time, they are being made into celebrities. This was the first time we had been only helpers and walked away without being noticed. This was only one of many opportunities to come to be used by God in Guatemala.
God gets the glory for that night; just as he should in everything we do. Let no one remember our names, but let them remember the name of Jesus.
