Day 2
Saying hola to San Antonio
If someone were to ask me the best part of this city, it would be the people. Everyone is so friendly and welcoming, even though we’re a bunch of canche gringos walking around their town.
Today I met mi amigo Jeremy, who I played soccer with for what seemed like years. Battle really does bring people together, and we demolished the other team (kind of).
Jeremy’s family used to live in a house made of tin sheets, but was kicked off their land. After hardship, they moved in with Jeremy’s grandpa. The global year family helped them build a brick and mortar house with a tin roof. Today we helped install their kitchen with a new stove. Jeremy’s father was an alcoholic but was saved and now is helping his family pursue the Lord.
Playing soccer was so fun with Jeremy, and made me realize how much I long to be able to speak to him of more important things. Simple greetings are the extent of my conversational Spanish. I am praying that I would be able to learn Spanish and be confident in the language by the time I leave. Not fluency, but definitely more than Hola and Buenos Dias.
Jeremy’s mom fed us the best Pepian for lunch, and we had a great time eating around the plastic table in her home. Even though she does not have much, she fed all seventeen of us for lunch. I am so thankful for the gift of hospitality. I truly believe people that possess this gift are so filled with the holy spirit, and yearn to serve others as Jesus did.
After lunch, we visited Jeremy’s grandmother who lives a town over. She is battling alcoholism, and even missed her son’s wedding a month ago. We got to lay hands on her and pray for healing and strength. She was so receiving of prayer, repeating “Gracias Dios” over and over again.
If I am ever in the midst of a season where soul is on the brink of heartache, let my response be Gracias Dios.