If someone had told me that I would be going to Mexico to visit people in a hospital I would have said, ‘unlikely'. If they told me that I would be singing to these people, and even attempting some songs in Spanish I would have said, "Yeah Right. There is no way I would sing in a hospital." I would have been wrong.

This past week, when we visited the hospital, God sent us to a woman that is very broken; physically she has a broken pelvis, broken and dislocated arm, and deep bruises up and down her body, emotionally she is the mother of a 12 year old and a 5 month old and is now unable to care for them. This is simply the beginning for her. We first met her on Wednesday. She had been in a car accident on Saturday. She is in need of an operation, but they will not treat her yet. She was not on medication, she didn't even have a blanket or pillow.

When we went to her she welcomed us. She shared her story through heart felt tears. In the car accident the other victim was injured even more severely. The police were waiting at her door, because in Mexico you go to jail if you don't have car insurance. She barely affords to live, let alone insurance. In her eyes and face it was clear the pain and fear that she was feeling. Her only hope of not going to jail is that her family will be able to find a lawyer that can petition on her behalf.

My heart went out to her. I was not able to understand all that she was saying, but words are not needed to see emotion. As we talked to here she told us that she has Jesus in her heart. We asked to pray for her and she loved the idea. I shyly explained that we did not know the words in Spanish and she told me that God speaks all languages, it did not matter what language we used. We prayed with her, and read to her, but she wanted to praise God as well! So she sang a song. She was in so much pain that it was barely audible. So, we sang to her. She lifted her hands and soaked it all in.

When I started this story I said God sent us to a woman. We were there for His purpose. Leaving the hospital that day my heart was very heavy. I even wished that I had been called to playing with children rather than visiting the hospital. When I thought about it a little more, I realized that Jesus feels her pain much more than I do. He made the choice for me to go there. I am only trying to obey. I would not have traded my pain, because of the joy that we brought to her.

We were able to see her again on Friday. She was feeling much better. She is now on medication, and has a blanket and pillow. She started to attempt walking again Friday morning and the doctors had taken x-rays of her broken bones. She still does not have a lawyer, and is not able to have the surgery yet. She was very happy to see us. We spent our time talking. She told me that she know God is the King of kings, the Doctor of doctors and she know He has the ability to provide all she needs.

She also told us that we were angles sent to her, because even though she trusts in the Lord she was very sad in her heart and we were there to remind her and reassure her of the hope she has in Him