A missionary heart at the age of 9…That is what I call my heart. I remember as a kid going to Mexico to attend church every weekend. But,
one of my favorite things to do was missionary work. My face would glow
with joy when my church and I would go into the slums and help the less fortunate. We would go to different churches that were made of tarps and benches made of scraps of wood. We would cloth the poor when it was the holiday season. We would teach children about God, etc… There was so much that we did! It’s so funny because all of these memories came back to me recently. I remember the JOY and excitement when we would get ready to reach out to people.
There is one specific outreach we did that was my favorite. Flash back to ’96! It was a rainy day and we were getting ready to reach out to street children. We were going to go teach them about God and feed them. I remember working so hard on packing food boxes and putting a study for the little ones (yes putting a study together at the age of 9). I was so excited and could not wait to go out and reach out to these kids! My heart was pounding so hard with excitement! I could barely take a breath. So, we were driving and the rain had already stopped and we were getting closer. I had the biggest smile on my face, jumping out my seat, eagerly waiting for us to get there. As most of you know in Mexico the is not really any paved streets. So, there we were on a hill that was not paved. Yes, and it was muddy! All my joy and excitement was gone. How are we going to get down the hill and back up?? I was praying and pleading to God that we will be able to find a way down… But, there was no way down. God’s plans were not our plans!
There we were with all this food, story pans, etc… Now what? I was so sad that I cried. My heart was ready and willing to be there with the street kids. But, God in deed had different plans. So, we ended up going to the “Cawilla” which is a place where the prostitutes go sell themselves. We were able to go and pass food out to them and show them God’s LOVE. I got to see all the women that were empty and had no joy in their hearts. No hope for tomorrow. I saw their pain, suffering, sadness. It was so clear that they needed a God that would love them. I knew God would Love them!
God gave me a heart to be a missionary since I was a kid. He gave me the desire and gifts to go out into the world. He picked me! God is truly GOOD!
