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I started working making handicrafts
about 8 years ago. Our economic
situation was insupportable. There were
days when we didn’t have bread to lift to our mouths. I was used to drinking water and going to
sleep. My husband was a retired teacher
and his income was small. And money was
discounted from his pay for debts so that we received very little. I only asked that God would illumine me and
give me wisdom so I could dedicate myself to something that I could do with my
hands so that we could survive and not get sick.
One day a friend took me to see how
to make (Barbie) dolls with hard clothing.
I paid attention and was interested in making them. But I realized that I wasn’t apt at this type
of work. So I got the idea to start
making other kinds of dolls. At the
congregation where I attend (Shalom Free Methodist Church in Tarma) I met the
missionary (Becky Crouse) that God has put in my life so that I can go forward
and leave behind the misery of our lives.
Until today I thank God for this great blessing to send his servants so
far to see to the needs of his children in these places. The missionary asked me if I could make cloth
dolls like a model that she had. I said yes without knowing how I would do
it. But I started to think about how to
make the patterns and everything else.
First I gave my hands to God and whenever I work on my dolls I say to
God, “Let’s go to work. You put your art
and beauty, and they are your dolls. I
am only your instrument.” This is how we
work together when there are orders.
Presently I still make dolls, perhaps
making them better and better each time because I have a beautiful dream that I
know God will permit me some day to give work to many persons, be they men or
women, so they can give food to their little children. I thank God for having given me difficult
times economically because if I hadn’t passed through them then I wouldn’t
think about my brothers and sisters who need to live.
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