Walking up to her house, I feel a weight of sadness and despair lingering over her home.
Her name is Emilia.
Emmanuel. God with us.
As we approach, I sense that God was waiting for us to meet them there. So we stand, me and my gaggle of high school girls, waiting to see what God had for us there.
We begin to talk with them, share with them, and Emilia sits down, painfully, next to Manuel, and begins telling us her woes: her husband left her, and now has been dead many years; her son Manuel’s wife also left him; she can’t see clearly, her eyes don’t work; she’s sick in the body and the bones. The Lord makes it clear to me: she’s also sick in the heart and in the spirit.
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