From Waltemala to Guatemala
A little over a year ago I would have never thought that I would have left the country on a mission trip, and for sure not Guatemala or any Central American country. God grabbed a hold of my heart on the way home late one night and asked me what I was doing for him and his kingdom. That hit me hard and broke me because this whole time I was claiming to be a Christian, but I wasn’t bearing much fruit and was more selfish than loving. Before I was saved I mainly cared about myself and only me and I was starting to get back to where I came from which was a scary place.
I knew it was...