Guatemala is a place that changes you in a million ways. Here in this country, I am feeling blessed to be surrounded by such bright souls and such beauty so worth sharing. So I was especially grateful to share it with my sister Katie who recently visited me for a week. She was my first visitor, and now I’m ready for a few more.
My best friend in Guatemala is a 14-year-old girl with cerebral palsy named Alejandra. I haven’t seen her “dark side” yet, but I know I will eventually. I know like every human being (especially preteen/teenage girls) she will sometimes throw a fit or purposely upset a friend, and even though she can’t talk or walk, she will find ways to get under my skin even when I can only see her once a week.
I know that being in a wheelchair doesn’t make her a virtuous angel, although I often think she’s the most patient and joyful person in the room. I take it as a guarantee that like every human she will let me down in some way.
The blue scarf my dear friend Sheri brought me from Jerusalem is one of my most precious gifts. That’s why I was so conflicted when I felt the spirit prompting me to wrap it around a six-year-old Guatemalan girl I had just met.
I recently had the unique opportunity to stay with 11 different families across the United States in the past two months. Only one of our hosts claimed to be Christian; one said they were an atheist, and the others had only a loose concept of a higher power, which they often called, simply, “universe.” Have you heard more people saying “universe” instead of God?
When I changed my college major from music, I wanted to eventually become a U.S. Ambassador and work in embassies all over the world. I began taking courses in politics, started volunteering, I planned on entering the Peace Corps then entering the local political scene.