Years ago, I heard a knock at the door. Opened it and there were a couple of ladies on the porch. I didn’t know them but they were nicely dressed and looked harmless enough. One of them said something like, “Usted es de la familia Pérez?” I said, “Yes.” Then she continues on…en español. Did I mention that we lived in the U.S. at the time? That this was not Guatemala but St. Joseph, Mo? And, even if she believed a Hispanic family to be living at the home, the moment I opened the door she had to have noticed that clearly I am not Hispanic–red hair, freckles, super pale skin. Did I mention Spanish was not her native tongue either? She was not Hispanic anymore than I am. And yet, she proceeded to talk in Spanish, even after my answer had been in English. I remember standing there, grinning inside, thinking, “Are we really going to do this?”(Talk in Spanish when clearly we both speak English.) You’ve possibly guessed that she was a Jehovah’s Witness and we did finish our conversation in Spanish (grin). My guess is she knocked at that door with the intent to share with someone in Spanish and, by golly, she was going to witness in Spanish! Continue reading
“Pero me conoces, y es Tu decisión. Y a Su tiempo me darás lo que es mejor….”–Tienen Tu Color por J.A.R.
I am by no means a laid back person. However, as a result of many life experiences, I have become a very flexible person. That song (Tienen Tu Color) has been one of my favorites for years. I like the reminder that my heart’s cry poured out to my God is not forgotten. It remains there before Him. And that ultimately He will make the final call on my life. He knows me…He knows what is best for me. And more than anything (my deepest desire) is to have His favor; His pleasure poured out over me. Seems unthinkable that that could be possible. He is way kinder, more forgiving, and more powerful than I give Him credit for. Continue reading