Last year, I had the privilege of spending 9 days in Chiconautla, Mexico on a short-term mission trip. It was, in a word, life-changing, and I’m sure I will talk more about it in the future on this blog. Now, I do not speak Spanish. At all. It made for an interesting week, but the people we lived and worked with were incredibly gracious (and patient) and did manage to teach me a few things. One phrase I was taught that I will never forget is “en las manos de Dios” which means, “in the hands of God.” I am just a simple person. I try my hardest to live as Jesus taught, but I mess up. A lot. But it is incredibly encouraging to me that, even in my worst moments, I am in the hands of God.
