today we went out to meet the hernandez family. our friends the moreaus are in town with us, and they wanted to meet the family that they had sponsored with their fundraiser for a "home for christmas."
when we got there, i was asking francisco (the father) some questions about his life, trying to get to know him. i was not expecting what i heard.
when francisco was 9 years old he watched his parents be burned to death during the guatemala civil war. he was left with no one other than his grandma, who dropped him off at an orphanage that had just been opened by some american missionaries.
francisco grew up from that point on with 300 other orphaned kids. he credits the "north americans" for saving his life.
tonight, as he cried, he said that God had once again sent north americans to "save his family." he said he knows that God continues to rescue him. as i put my arm around him, i watched a tear fall from his cheek to the ground. i could only imagine how difficult francisco's journey has been, and that it had led to this moment, to these tears.
it was a sweet time together as we prayed for francisco and his family. the beginning of another special friendship... between the hernandez family and the moreau's, and with our family as well.
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