Princesa

Oh my goodness, I miss this woman so much. She is wonderful.

Brenda is from Honduras, and she cooked for me and my team this summer. It was really difficult to speak to her because I knew no spanish, and she knows very limited english, but somehow, we connected! [We also had Jeriel our translator, who did translate for us.] We have tried to talk since we parted, it’s very difficult, and usually just ends up being “hello, how are you, God Bless You, I love you.” She really touched my heart, and it’s something I struggle with because I want to talk to her! In all honesty, she is one of the reasons why I want to learn spanish so bad, I want to be able to talk to her, I want to get to know her as a person, and I hate that I can’t. We get by, but I feel as if I am missing out on something, or rather someone.

She continually called and calls me princesa.

The beauty in that word isn’t something I had really thought about until today. I’m God’s princess.... I’m really worth something. That was something I used to struggle with a lot. I’ve never thought I was worthy of God’s love... I’m not, but despite that God still calls me His own. Despite all my sin, God says I am worthy of His love... He is my King.

Gracias Brenda, Dios te bendiga mi amo!