que bonita.

Dios te bendigo. mis amigos, espanol es muy facil si tu vives en Mexico.
Ive found that i am living for the little things that happen every day and i thought i should share with you a few of them, which may not be as small as i thought at the time.
On Thursday ( jueves for all the spanish speaking folks) we went to bible study, but our ride was really late picking us up so we caught the last 10 minutes of it, then decided to get bread afterwards ( which is a popular thing here in Mexico, maybe cause its really cheap and really good ) so we went to the pastelaria, and i didnt get any bread because i wasnt hungry, but the boys thought it was because i didnt have any money, so they bought lots of bread, and came out, and cautiously asked why i didnt want bread, and i laughed and told them i wasnt hungry, but the one older boy who never has talked to me yet, was the first to offer his bread to me, and explain that i could have it if i wanted it. Its amazing how quick people are to offer up all they have. you tell them you like something, and they want to give it to you. Its amazing. its life changing. They are children of God.
On the weekend a girl, her mother and her grandmother came, with bags of goodies for the kids. After letting the kids MAUL their puppies, the girl was asked what they had to do to give the kids all of these treats, and the girl piped up and said that she had saved her allowance to buy it for the children. What kind of a child, living in Mexico would give up their allowance to buy someone else something to eat? A Child of God.
Last night i found myself outside praying for the families and organisations affected by the fires in San Diego caused by the Santa Ana winds. on a side note, over 1000 homes burnt down yesterday, many families from our church were evacuated, and because of the insane fumes, the kids have not had school all week, and we have been confined inside due to smoke , and if we do venture outside, we look like immature doctors.
So i was greeted by a boy asking me why i wasnt asleep. And you have ot know, that this boy, does not talk to anyone . Maybe a few kids inside, here and there, but NO english, NO adults, NO seriousness. So i answered with a im not tired, buenos noches, and assumed that was the end. To my surprise he returned with his computer , sat down next to me, and began to ask me questions. We got on the topic of love, etc, and he mentioned that he wants to find the right girl, because 99% of the girls in Mexico, date a boy because of his money. I talked about the importance of the heart, and God, and he listened, and talked, and i told him about my life, and he told me about his. He is a child of God. even if he doesnt know it yet.
Its hard , day by day i watch mothers leave their kids here, with a goodbye, they are gone, back to the streets, and it kills me, but im thankful, because these children will be able to have a good life at the purple palace , and learn what it means to be a child of God.
God is full of surprises.
And i love it.