I've been thinking a lot lately about how God is aware of us. He loves us. He knows our hearts. He wants to help us. Every day, God lets me know that he cares. Sometimes I notice His hand, sometimes I don't. I noticed His intervention in my life one day while I was in Peru.
It was my first Sunday in Peru. I had decided to go to church with the Gavancho's (a connection with the Thornock's), which required me to go across town to the chapel. Eunice had given me the address to the chapel and I had just caught a cab because I didn't feel too comfortable with the bus system yet. Church was from 2-5, and then I decided to talk to the bishop about getting my records transferred and setting up a time for a temple recommend interview so I could go to the temple when I visited Lima. When I got out of the church around 6 o'clock, it was dark. I was as good as lost, in a foreign city, and I was feeling a little panicked. Regardless, I went to go and catch a cab to get me back to my house. Just about every car was a cab, but being a blonde American in Peru, I was strongly advised to only take legitimate cabs. It was getting later and later, and I could not get one to stop for me. I was getting pretty frustrated when two sweet girls came over to me and asked me if I needed help. In my broken Spanish I explained to them that I just needed to get home. They asked me where I lived, and said that it would almost be impossible to find a cab in this area to take me there at this time of night. But, they said they knew a couple of buses that would take me to a plaza right close to there. I was so relieved! So, I thanked them a ton, hopped on the bus, and started the ride back toward Arcopata.
The bus was standing room only, and as I stood there, I was feeling pretty discouraged. I had felt so sure about my decision to come down to Peru, and now the only thing I felt sure of was that I was going to die down here! That's when a kind lady started talking to me. Even with my limited Spanish, I was able to understand everything she said, and I was able to come up with what to say back. Through my conversation with this sweet lady, my spirits were lifted. As I got off the bus and finished the walk to my house, I was lucky enough to realize that I had just seen the hand of God in my life. Those two girls were prompted to come and help me. That lady on the bus was inspired to talk to me. I was blessed to be able to understand her and have a conversation with her. Even though I was far away from home, I was able to see my Heavenly Father's hand in my life that evening.
I know He is helping me every single day. He is there, and He is aware of each one of us.
