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| Another beautiful sunset from my camp sight |
Three
weeks ago I left La Manga. It did not end the way I had hoped, but it was time
for me move on. However, I still believe that some day I will return with something
to say and demonstrate more power of God’s love. However, before I left I was
able to makes some more new friends by eating at a small restaurant a couple
hundred feet from Juan’s house. I had fish tacos there two days in a row, and
they were really good, but no one spoke any English there. I learned that they
didn’t even know my name. This surprised me since I have been there four months and walked by their
place nearly everyday and even said, hi or good morning, when I saw them.
While
at the restaurant, I saw a beautiful women sitting in a wheel chair doing work
at a sowing machine, in the kitchen, where my meal was being prepared. She was
the sister of the cook and their mother owned the restaurant. I had seen her
before around town and even at the little church a couple times. I got some information from an American friend, at the restaurant, who spoke Spanish. He told me that she
was crippled in a bad car wreck, and her two-year old daughter was also with her.
The daughter's name is Linda, and she is nineteen now and very pretty too.
However, she showed no signs of the accident, but the American, said that she had a
metal plate in her head and sometimes she acted a little different.
Anyway
I had a couple of thing that needed to be sown, and so I asked the cripple lady
if she would be willing to do them and she said yes. So I got the two items,
one a coat with a seam coming apart and the other was a nice shirt with a
button missing. I told her there was no hurry and I would come by the next day.
However, a little later a young girl contacted me to come back. The lady had
finished the work and said it was quick and easy. So I thank her and asked how
much. She said, “nothing.” That was sweet of her, but I wanted to give her something
even though I was very low on cash. So I pulled out some change and gave her five
pesos. (Yes, I know. What was I thinking.)? But she thanked me anyway. After a
while I felt awful, that was like a slap in the face, it would have been better
to give her nothing than that. So I went back and gave her 10 more pesos and
said, “five pesos es muy muy poco” (very very little). She laughed and thanked
me again. However, that night I was still bothered by what I had given. I was
leaving La Manga the next day and the last thing I wanted was someone thinking I
was cheap. Which another person had already accused me of the week before, yet
I knew that wasn’t true. So the next morning, I went back to the nice lady in
the wheelchair. I had only two one hundred pesos bills left in my wallet. When
she arrived, I placed one hundred pesos in the palm of her hand. I said, “15
pesos was still very small,” and then they all laughed. She gasped with
surprise, and thanked me very much. Then I told them through the American, that I was a prophet
sent by God to Mexico. But that I was leaving La Manga for now, and that I
would miss them very much. They were sad to hear that I was leaving, but I told
them I loved them and so did Jesus Christ, and I hope to be back again to see
miracles. Then I knelt down and placed both of my hands, one on each of her legs,
and said, “miracles.” You see her face light up with hope and joy, as she repeated
the word “miracle,” and placed her hands on mine. I said good-bye to them and
placed my hand on her daughter arm that was standing next to her and she smile
at me. You’ll never know how much that meant to me.
Then
I went and said good-bye to others in La Manga, including Juan and Manuela.
They where all surprised to hear I was leaving and I wouldn’t be back for a while.
I made a lot of friends there and helped many others. I just didn’t have what I
had hoped for, and so it was time to move on. However, I felt much better this
time knowing that God is in control of their lives, and He is guiding me as
well, wherever I go.
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| The nicest fine art gallery in San Carlos
For
the past two weeks I have gotten to take a real hot shower. This blessing comes
from and unexpected source. One day on my way to La Manga, I stopped in by a
fine art gallery, where the own came out to greet me. She saw I had some
painting sitting in my van passenger seat where I usually keep them in a box
with some other items. I was not going there to show or sell them, but she
wanted to see them anyway. She was very impressed.
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After
looking around Pilar's art gallery, we sat down and talked. I told her a little
about my life and why I was in Mexico, and she told me about hers. She speaks
English very well and so does her two lady helpers.
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| Martha, Pilar and Rosea all very nice ladies |
Pilar
and her much older husband, owned the gallery, he is an American and is living
in a house they also own in San Diego, California along with their seventeen-year
old daughter. She has worked hard from the age of ten until now, and they have
done every thing with cash, but he no longer able to work and she is very tired
of working. She prays for strength each day, she is also a Mormon, but her
helpers are Catholics, and they have been friends for many years.
Even
though Pilar hardly knew me she wanted me to feel welcomed and to use her
bathroom to take showers, in their apartment above the gallery, while she
worked down stairs. Then we could visit after she closes if we want to. I show
her faith-based movies, and she has a dessert or some homemade soup waiting,
and we enjoy just relaxing, conversation and seeing a really good movie.
Tonight we will see State of Grace, a great Mormon movie that all Christian
should see. I have also offered her money, but she refuses to take it. It’s
nice to have a special friend like Pilar, and I thank God for her hospitality,
and have asked Him to bless her and her helpers.
Last
week Martha husband came in while we were all talking. I learned he had a bad
knee, so I went over to where he just sat rubbing it. I placed my hand on his sore knee and prayed for it, and declared it restored.
The
week before, an American friend of Pilar’s came to the gallery also that she had not
seen for a while. It turns out that she was severely burn from her legs down to
her toes when she when to light their gas oven and there was a explosion that
threw her across the room. She wasn’t able to walk the whole month of December,
because of the burns. Both of her legs where still sore and they looked like
deep red leather. I went over and placed my hands on them and prayed for complete restoration.
I
have not told them I was a prophet, but they know I’m a man of God and He
answers my prayers. They also know I care about people and their needs and God
loves them, and wants them to be set free and completely restored.
(to be continued)
