I was invited to go with a group today to visit a girls home. I was there to translate. I’m really glad I went.
As we were leaving, a sweet thin girl with brown hair approached me. She told me she was learning English at school. I asked her how old she was. She responded 11. I smiled and told her when I was 11, I was also in a group home.
Her eyes got really big. “Here in Comitán?”, she asked.
No, in Honduras I responded. This place doesn’t have to define your future, I told her. God has good plans for your life. He makes the impossible possible. She smiled and we said goodbye.
I spent many years asking God why I couldn’t have had a “normal” life, but years ago I found the answer. I don’t ask anymore.
God is faithful!