As we were about to leave three young little girls came up to me. One of them grabbed my hand and so I knelt down and then another put her hand on my face. They were asking me my name and how I was and I was in turn asking them and telling them how beautiful they were in Spanish. It was as if time was standing still for those few minutes. I cannot put into words what happened to me at that moment but I know without a doubt that I had an encounter with God that I still haven't gotten over. I actually thought to myself maybe this is what Moses felt like when He encountered God in the burning bush only for me it was in the eyes of these little Nicaraguan girls.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Nicaragua
As we were about to leave three young little girls came up to me. One of them grabbed my hand and so I knelt down and then another put her hand on my face. They were asking me my name and how I was and I was in turn asking them and telling them how beautiful they were in Spanish. It was as if time was standing still for those few minutes. I cannot put into words what happened to me at that moment but I know without a doubt that I had an encounter with God that I still haven't gotten over. I actually thought to myself maybe this is what Moses felt like when He encountered God in the burning bush only for me it was in the eyes of these little Nicaraguan girls.
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