A few weeks ago, I was walking around town. It is not unusual to see drunks passed out on the sidewalk here. As I made my way to a store I could see that a drunk was right on my way and there was no way to get around him. I was scared but knew I had to step over him or forget the errand and head home. I decided to ignore my fear. As I walked back home, I reflected about the incident. Half laughing at myself, I thought , “I’m so silly, why was I so scared” just as that thought left another one came “God you have such a sense of humor to call someone like me to a foreign country”. I mean I’m the girl that screams at the sight of a cockroach. I’m sure my neighbors think I’m crazy.

New Believers being baptized

   I believe that God simply sent me because I was willing to come, with all my heart I said “send me Lord, send me!” I’m willing to let go of the predictable. Is it difficult? like you would not believe but there is so much grace in the calling. There are times that I get discouraged, change does not happen fast enough, I get tired, I miss home and so on. I can honestly say that none of my discomforts can compare to the joy of people finding the truth and being set free. I thank God for those times when the “poor me” attitude has no room because it’s squeezed out by the joy of giving. I love that we are not just handing out temporary happiness and band-aids but it’s a gospel that transforms and changes lives. It is a gospel that I pray that my children will carry on throughout Latin America and the World. My greatest desire is for my children to see Christianity lived out. To love not just in words but in actions and in truth. To encounter Jesus love and out of that love to flow a life of abundance. A love that they can not keep quite about.

Children singing at Church