It's Thursday night, and the four girls and I, along with the girls at the Casa Grande are attending church at Ministerio Apostolico Profetico Agua de Desierta. It's hard to not get distracted at church here especially when there's loud singing, dancing, and fast speaking in Spanish, especially when I hardly speak a lick of it. It's like going to a circus,you are watching everything as they watch the gringas and I, the Chinita, trying our best to fit in but fail miserably.
There's a little girl sitting next to me. She's got a full head of curls, black and flowing, a little red flower pin hidden in the blackness. She's wearing a light yellow dress with white polka dots, tied at the waist. Her face is one of an angel, her skin the color kissed by the sun, a light caramel, her lips the center of a flower petal, tinted by a rose, her eyes the gentle gaze of a young doe, surrounded by full lashes.
She's something God created. I am for certain, her nose a tiny button in the middle of her face, just perfect. When she smiles, the ice berg in the coldest and most immovable glacier melts away. She's wearing a pair of gold sparkly babydoll pumps, reminding me of the sparkly shoes Dorothy worn in the Wizard of Oz. The woman sitting next to her, i assume is her mom, is equally stunning. I look at the little girl and in my mind her name is Angelica.
"God you made her! I am in awe of your creation, she's a dream to behold. Thank you God for creating her so you will receive the glory that she refects of you."
After service, in my broken Spanish I conversed with the little girl's "mom" who turns out to be her sister. She told me the little girl's name is Angie. And they want to invite me to their "casa" for "comer".
No. Freakin'. Way. Her name is Angie, almost like the name I gave her, Anglica, Angie. That's a god moment.
I hope I get to see them again soon. Maybe to her casa for some comer! Stay tuned for more god-moments this month.
