*I wrote this blog 2 days ago*
Sara is an 8-year-old little girl whose mom passed away 6 months ago.
I met Sara when I least expected it.
My team and I were working to package items for mudslide victims when we were led to a home where a family from the church had lunch prepared for us (Peruvians are hands-down the most hospitable people I have ever met!!!).
After lunch we were asked to walk around to several homes in the neighborhood to pray for families and individuals.
The second home we were led to was where I found sweet and brave Sara.
Sara was living with the family of her dad’s new wife, including her half-sister. Her mom passed away 6 months ago from some sickness that we weren’t able to translate.
For those of you who know my story, I lost my mom and dad when I was just a little older than Sara.
I was able to pray for Sara and talk to her about knowing what it means to lose a mom.
I was able to tell her that I’ve been where she is– sad, angry, and alone.
I was able to hold her hand and encourage her to be strong in God because He is the only one who will NEVER leave her. He would bring joy to the sadness and make her even more strong and brave than she already is.
I choked back tears as I hurt with and spoke to Sara and she, the most courageous 8-year-old I’ve ever met, choked back tears as she listened.
The Lord meant for Sara and I to cross paths today. For Sara, I was a hand to hold, a warm hug, and a breath of encouragement that God loves her through all of her hurt and that she is not alone. For me, Sara was a reminder from the Lord that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.
If these 11 months were only supposed to be for me to meet Sara, then I am so glad I said yes to God.
You are magnificently loved,
Sara
