The last 48 hours I have been deeply honored to spend it with folks who've been through hell.
A young friend of the family spent some time at our house. He's so sweet. You'd never know that he lost his father this week from a brutal murder, while his mother lays in the hospital suffering from a gunshot wound to the head. His eyes remain bright & his heart soft. When we stopped by the store, he picked out a card to give his Mom (that he hasn't been able to see). Said he's been praying for her every day. He's a total sweetheart. Someone mentioned that it was good for him to be at our house on Thanksgiving. Actually, it was good for me.
Then we spent the day out in rural MN with friends. A friend of theirs showed up at the house. I translated as he shared his story. His three kids had been taken away by the county the night before, based on accusations. He was devastated. He was also full of faith - that God sees all & is just. He shared how he made the grueling trip from Honduras 10 years before (you can't imagine what he went through) to give his children a better chance at life & that he was hopeful that no matter what happened to him, his life wasn't about himself, but his children. I was moved to tears multiple times by his incredible sacrifice, his love & his faith.
Thanksgiving this year was an honor - an honor to be in the presence of truly great people.
