Some days I'm floating on clouds. I can't believe I get to live this life, yet other days I just want to go back to being comfortable. I'm not sure those feeling will ever go away- no matter how long I live here- but through all of the hard times I have seen God move mountains.
Lately, we have been attacked at every angle, and that excites me. It excites me because I know that every time Satan starts moving, God moves more. Its been hard and many times I have thought about giving up, but I won't quit. I know what lies ahead for me. I know who wins. So I celebrate the small victories like when Yesenia starts calling her houseparents mommy and daddy
and when Andres gets his first tooth
when Carlos learns to forgive
when Jessica realizes she never has to be alone
when Michel hears her baby's heart beat for the first time
when Vilma learns to write her name
when Stefany gets up the courage to dance for the Lord
when Griselda takes communion
and when Kimberly understands that she is valuable.
The Holy Spirit is working here and lives are being changed, even when it hurts- not all at once, but through the small things. So I choose to praise Him.