The rain was pouring down when I stepped out of the taxi into three inches of water racing down the gutter. Colette and I were on our way to the little church in the south of the city. Inside a few people were praying – music was blasting from the sound system, and the metal roof transported the sound of the rain like bullets hitting our ear drums.
Fortunately, the rain didn’t last long and over the next half hour the little church filled to capacity until 50 people were crowded into the wooden pews. The pastor and his wife led a rousing worship time and introduced us.
It was my last night in Armenia, Colombia. And what a send off! The participants entered into the dramas and illustrations and it was really moving to see the cross filled with the little pieces of paper that each brought forward to tape there – leaving their burdens and cares with God.
In the six weeks I had been privileged to lead 500 people in the sessions - llistening to stories of lives that had been changed through God’s touch in individual lives as they participated in the Groups of Hope.
I am back in my little apartment in Toronto - I have fondly named it “Dulce Refugio” – Sweet Refuge – and it welcomed me home on Wednesday morning. Suitcases are unpacked, warmer clothes have come out of storage and I am looking forward to connecting with family and friends.
I am so grateful for God’s guidance and presence and the promise that He does walk with us in difficult times.