Before we left our ministry site yesterday, we visited with an elderly lady. Some of us went and prayed with her earlier in the week, and she wanted us to all come back so that she could pray for us. This sweet Mexican woman is like 100 or 103 years old (translation is sketchy for me!). So we rushed off to meet her early yesterday morning, after we fixed our flat tire. We walked into the one-room house, and behind a curtain of sheets sat the frail but beautiful woman. She was bundled up because of the cold and rain we had been having over the past few days, but she just glowed with the light of Christ. We got down on our knees in front of her one by one as she raised both her hands as high as they would reach to pray for us. She put her wrinkly little hands on our ponytails in most cases, and prayed what might be the shortest and simplest prayer I´ve ever heard. But the sweet presence of God filled the room like nothing I´ve ever experienced. The heart of that tiny woman and in that tiny prayer reached through the heavens, bursting into the heart of God. I wanted to call the other teams and make them travel up to our town and be blessed by her. There has been nothing else that I think has better prepared me for the road ahead. That one moment on a dirt floor in the backwoods of Mexico will resonate in my mind and heart for decades to come. I´m postitive that one day in heaven I will have the opportunity to dance and sing alongside this beautiful soul, and for that I rejoice. Today is a good day. God is good.
