She came walking down the muddy jungle trail… crying so hard she could hardly see where to place her feet. She was only 10 years old, dressed in a small palm skirt. As she wiped away her tears and dried her hands on her skirt she would pause, look back up the hill and start crying again. Each time she looked the two men on the ridge started laughing.
With tears streaming down my face, I listened to the worship team. It was Mother’s Day in Colombia and I was worshiping God in the very location where 36 years earlier, I had become a mother for the first time. We were attending a Sunday service located at the former orphanage, Paraiso Infantil in Villavicencio, […]