Her skin was wrinkled with age. The whites of her eyes were yellowed and began to glisten as we invited her to church. Her hands were leather like, probably from many years living in such harsh and poor conditions, as I grasped them receiving a warm embrace. Though some of her teeth were missing, she smiled so big that I knew in that moment I was with a friend! Then, through an interpreter, she made a statement I will never forget… She looked at my husband and I and said, “I praise The Lord that he made me poor, for […]
