Day 3 | Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
When I first visited the children at Little House of Refuge, the walls of the orphanage were exposed and molded cinder block, electricity was unstable and inconsistent, and the greatest need was milk for the 50 little ones who hadn’t had it in months. People said it would take a miracle to make things better.
Have you seen miracles lately? Some are flashy. Some are breathtaking. People have always chased after them, hoping to get bragging rights to the beyond belief.
But what if the most powerful miracles are right here, taking place slowly while we go about our business as if nothing extraordinary will ever happen.
There is so much extraordinary just waiting to reveal itself. Slow miracles are profound and beautiful. Maybe our heart sees them even if our eyes don’t. Maybe they’re what gives us hope to carry on.
Little House now has lights that shine brightly, lush vegetable gardens, and livestock giving fresh milk daily. Every visit reveals a new miracle in the making. That’s why I keep returning – because I believe in miracles. And the hope that they bring.
And this bracelet now lives in a small village in Romania. A precious deaf girl wears it as her sign of hope. This summer, she spoke and was heard when God sent a woman from the United States who knew sign language. She wept joyfully because for the first time, we was really seen.
Slow miracles. Best miracles.