Rain, Rain Come Again
It began to rain, HARD. Shelby and I were in the barrios running to our friend Angel´s house when the storm hit. We entered Angel´s house soaking wet leaving water all over the floor. After praying that God would heal her brain tumor so that should could walk again, she told us she her legs and head no longer hurt. God´s faithfulness gave us encouragement to endeavor back into the rain to run to one of our favorite familes, the Modestos. We treked up the hill with water rushing down with such happiness that could have only come from Him. Once we...