Today is Peru’s Independence Day. They will be shouting out, Viva el Perú, which means “long live Peru.” Peru is the country that early on captured my heart. We arrived there when I was 10 years old, as a missionary family.
These are two reasons Peru is very dear to my heart:
My two girls, Eva-Marie and Carina were born there, high up in the mountains in the mining town of La Oroya. There was an American hospital there where they treated me very well and delivered the girls. They did not even charge us anything! Praise God because we didn’t have any money to pay for hospital bills.
On the picture my girls are dressed in festive costumes from Huancayo, the city where we as a family spent most of our time as missionaries.
I wish I had time to write about everything Peru means to me but I have such a busy schedule these days that many of my pleasures of life have to be put on hold. One of them is to write blogs!
They say Mother Teresa said the following. Since she isn’t with us anymore I can’t verify. But I kind of feel the same way. But I’m glad I can serve God with everything I have.
I know God won’t give me anything
I can’t handle.
I just wish he didn’t trust me so much.
May you have a blessed day and a wonderful end of July week!