Way Maker

Her beautiful brown eyes looked down at the concrete floor as we neared her, glancing at mine, then shyly gazed back down again. Her hands folded in front of her while she slightly swayed back and forth. I asked, “How can we pray for you?” “Como Podemos orar por ti?” Vilma interpreted. “Mi familia,” sheContinue reading “Way Maker”

Greetings from Choluteca, Honduras!

After two long days of travel, Sunday was the first day I got to meet the people I came so far to be with. We worshipped with high school students first thing in the morning. The presence of God was precious as they stood in worship with eyes closed and hearts abandoned, soaking in HisContinue reading “Greetings from Choluteca, Honduras!”