La Roca. Transform my heart of stone to a heart of flesh.

Quito…the city that whispers. One night halfway into the week. I went to the balcony of the house we were staying at with Walter. He encouraged me with my battle against cigarettes and addiction. That I should fight for my health. For me once again the mission worked inside of my heart more than I think I worked in any person through the mission week. But maybe God has better plans than my own. I hope so. But what struck me. As I looked upon thousands of houses against the incredible background of mountains piercing through the clouds. Was silence. Incredible peace and silence unexplainable for the amount of life in such concentration. I could hear my own breath and heartbeat. In that moment I imagined the Lord. Looking upon us. As we all navigate life and through the darkness He sees us. He reaches down from Heaven into our hearts and loves us. He filled me with peace and love in that moment beyond understanding. He is our Father in heaven. Always attentive to our hearts thoughts and soul.
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