God’s angels

I am so thankful to be back in Mexico. Although there have been a lot of changes, the ministry is still here. This week the hospital has fallen very close to my heart. I love all of the people that we meet there and I am sometimes saddened that I may never see them again. Often times their situations seem almost hopeless. (This is the part that makes me excited…) During their times of hopelessness we are able to be their hope. We walk in to the hospital knowing that Christ is with us. He loves us, and he loves them. Our job as Christians is to share that love with them.

Let me share a few stories with you. On Wednesday we went to the hospital, Jenny, Lauren, and I. This time we also had a visitor with us, Jenny’s mom Mellissa. After visiting a couple wings we found where God wanted us to be. Timidly we entered a room that had three full beds and each patient had a visitor. This room was full to the max. The wonderful part was that they all wanted to talk to us. After overcoming the awkwardness that is the hospital we were able to have great conversations. Two of the patients were incoherent, but their visitors were crying out for any glimpse of hope. We were able to spend time reassuring their faith in God and giving them someone to talk to. At the end of the day the third patient, Bertha, told us about that she believed we were like angles. She knew that God was with us and working through us to bring hope and peace to their room. One of the visitors was a girl my age. On out way out she gave me her phone number and told me to call anytime. I pray that I have the time and courage to do this!

On Friday when we returned to the hospital our friends from Wednesday were either not there or were sleeping so we proceeded to the pediatric wing. After talking with a couple of families and praying with them I came upon Oscar. This is a nine year old boy. I never spoke to him because he was sleeping, but he had an array of worried visitors each taking their turn to visit. (Only one visitor is allowed at a time.) Firs I met an aunt of his. From her I received the most information about the situation. On Thursday Oscar fell while playing on a bus. He hit his head and had bleeding from his ear. They have to wait until Tuesday to get the appropriate tests done. After his aunt came his mom. She seemed worried, but okay. After her was another aunt who was much younger than the first two sister I had previously met. She was very torn up about the situation. She began crying a lot and right when I was about to attempt praying in Spanish with her, her father came in the room. The two of them had to leave, but she has been on my heart ever since. I do not even know her name. I was only able to offer a few phrases of encouragement. I pray that she seek God as her comforter during this time and I rest assured in the knowledge that God cares for her much more than I. I have put the situation is His hands.

I thank God for this opportunity; the chance to be His angels!