The Language of Love

It was about three weeks before school got out for Spring Break when I got the call from one of my friends. He told me that his church was planning on going to Juarez, Mexico on a missions trip over Spring Break. My parents had been struggling lately with finances and I knew that if I was meant to go that it would take nothing short of a miracle. About three days later my friend …

…person and realized how blessed I was to live in America. Then a thought occurred to me after my mind cleared. I went to be a blessing but I think I was blessed more by the people of Tierra Nuevo. I cannot imagine a better way I could have spent my Spring Break. Even though there was a communication barrier, there was a language that got the message across. That was the language of love.