As we´ve been in Antigua for the last few days, we´ve run across some faces several times. One of those faces is Miguel, or Mike. As a couple of us go to buy Mike some food from a street vendor, he tells us his story. Mike is a teenager living on the streets of Antigua. He shines shoes, begs, and sells whatever he gets his hands on so he can eat and occasionally find a place to stay. Mike says he has no parents. He is one small boy alone in a big world.
It makes me reflect on my childhood. Raised by amazing parents who poured love into me and told me who I was in Christ. Parents who provided me everything I ever needed. Why is it that I was so blessed in this love and Mike wasn´t? I think the reason is this: I was raised in a loving home and had love poured into my life so that I can take that example and pour that love into the lives of those who need it. Please pray that I will be able to do this. Peace.
