tonight, the thoughts of my time in honduras are weighing heavily on my heart. at the center of these thoughts is my sweet friend nora. i met nora the first day i went to casitas. she automatically took to me, and i to her. it didn’t take long before she started really opening up to me. she shared the stories of her past. her entire life had been marred by abuse, neglect, and sadness. despite all of this sorrow, there was a hope in nora’s eyes. a hope that her life does have meaning, and that she was created for a purpose. after she finished telling me her story, nora grabbed my hands and pulled them to her heart. she told me how she prayed that i would never have to experience what she had to endure. nora told me that i was a jewel, a reflection of God and his love, and that she would always carry me in her heart.
te quiero mucho.
“for the LORD takes pleasure in his people; he adorns the humble with salvation.” --Psalm 149:4
