Tuesday Taylor and I went into Guatemala City, that night we came home and got news a 16 year old girl hung herself in her home right near the square in town. It’s not really what I wanted to hear after a really good day of shopping and hanging out. My heart sunk a little when I heard the news. A few hours later German asked if tomorrow (Wednesday) we would go visit the family which was comon for us when someone’s dies. But I don’t think anyone could really prepare yourself what we would experience. That morning we woke up, put our fancy clothes on, had worship and made our way to there house around 10. I remember walking into the house and feeling this presence, a heavy, despairing kind of presence. As I walked through the house I kept asking myself where did she die? Where did she take her own life? I set down starring at her casket, with thoughts running again and again through my head. I knew I was supposed to be there giving hope and love to the family but I did not want to be there. I remember leaning over to Lexi as tears are running down her face and she said this girl never gets a chance to experience life, to get married or even graduate high school. Then I saw her friend walk over to the casket, her face looked devastated. I immediately felt the pain of what she was feeling. I couldn’t hold my tears back, I felt the brokenness that her family and friends were feeling. I can’t explain in words as I looked around the room and saw every single one of us in the same state of sadness. It was almost too sad to bare. We sang a few songs and prayed over the family then made our way back home. That moment left me questioning a lot of things. It was by far one of the hardest days on the Race. I have to remind myself of Gods goodness even in the dark and confusing times.
For God, who said “Let light shine out of darkness, made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of Gods glory displayed in the face of Christ” – 2 Corinthians 4:6
