We are in El Salvador now. We weren’t originally scheduled to come to El Salvador but now that we are going to twelve countries El Salvador has been added as our second to last country. We are working with a pretty big church in Santa Ana. We are living with a wonderful, very hospitable family. They are so selfless and giving. They desire to become a missionary family so they are extremely excited to have us in their home. We are honored and humbled to be here with them. We will be doing a wide range of ministry such as: giving testimonies at churches, feeding the homeless, speaking at schools, going to prisons and so on.
We’ve mostly just been getting well acquainted with everyone and visiting the churches but this last week we did go out on the streets Tuesday night to feed the homeless. We had gone to a few different locations already and I was mostly just handing out food and interceding because I speak un poco Spanish. We came to our last stop for the night and there were many men and women sleeping in a row on this one street corner. As we were making sure that everyone had eaten I looked across the street and noticed one little old lady sitting by herself under a streetlight. A group of us walked over to give her food and speak to her. Here name is Maria. A few minutes after we arrived she started crying. She was saying something about her sister and her heart but those were about the only words that I knew. I sat down beside her and caressed her arm while Andrea and Ashley laid hands on her legs. This lady was obviously broken, she was obviously hurting, and she needed someone to see her. I’m confident that God sees her, we saw her that night and we held her and prayed with her. We couldn’t say much but we were there.
How many times do we not stop because we don’t know what to say? In the States there is no language barrier but we don’t always have to speak. Sometimes we are just called to sit with someone and intercede on his or her behalf.
