My favorite story was on Wednesday. It was the late afternoon and there was me, my translator Mauricio, and my national Juan. We had literally walked 2 miles up the hill to go to a house because we had already visited the closest houses. We were extremely tired and thirsty, so we all shared one bottle of water. By the time we got to the house we realized no one was home. But someone was home next door and a couple was walking down the street. Juan went and talked to the neighbor while Mauricio and I walked with the couple down the road, we talked for like 15 minutes, longer than anyone else. We shared the cube and I gave my testimony with them and they accepted Christ. We prayed with them and then we left down the road while they went to a friend’s house. That afternoon Mauricio and I waited for a woman to come home for a follow-up visit but she didn’t show. Mauricio and I talked for about a half hour about his life, illness, and coming to God. The day was very long and tiring, but it was great regardless!
More stories to come!
