This morning I knew it was going to be a good day when I got pulled over, after an illegal U-turn, and the Mexican officer who happened to be traveling right behind me, asked for my license, checked it out, and then said, “Have a good day, Señor Marcos.”
And to think that some people do not believe in miracles!
Last night was not so lovely, at least not for Jésica.
About 20 of us men rom the local church were together for our weekly time together. Some one rattled the door. Omar went out to see what was going on. He returned to tell us that the woman outside had fled 1,500 miles. She knows no one here, but seeing our light on, she knocked on the door.
Jésica was dreadfully full of fear and somewhat incoherent. We could not ascertain if she was running from the man she was living with or from a drug cartel.
What do a bunch of men do with a woman at night who has few of her wits about her? We exchanged ideas. Omar and I got voluntold to attempt contact with a women’s shelter. No one answered the phone, so we drove there. The lady in charge came out with gentle tenderness and welcomed Jésica in.
After my good day, Jésica, finally, was going to have a good night.
There are lots of folks here who have, not just good nights, but great eternities, and you are part of that. Thank you for your partnership in finances, prayer, and ministry.