There I was, green as the jungle around me, trying to learn life here in this sweltering humidity and heat with a five month old and barely three year old. Learning new fruits and foods and how to take the laundry off the line when the flash rainstorms came.
I’d already killed my fair share of spiders and never seen so many needy children who flocked our home every afternoon. Overwhelmed.
Oh, how I longed for a girlfriend to lean in to!
And there she was. She just showed up on our porch with her adopted daughter and introduced herself. There long after dusk, she sat with us in our kitchen and we listened as she shared her story.
We didn’t even ask if she loved Jesus. We already knew.
There bloomed a friendship of laughter and even tears. She taught me to gut a fish and we laughed when our coffee wasn’t sweet enough for her. She helped me cut up my first whole chicken and laughed when I had no idea how to make a soup. She could make one blindfolded.
I would like to say I have taught her some things, too, but the truth is I don’t know that I have. But I know I love her and her heart for Jesus. She teaches me about faith and I watch as she loves kids that aren’t her own by flesh and blood but are every bit her own by motherly love.
In fact she loved my own daughter before I ever even knew her.
“I’ve got Jesus, and that’s all I need,” she once told me.
Her life shows it. And our friendship makes me a better person.
She doesn't look like me and she only speaks my third language, but honestly, I don’t know if I would have survived this Jungle life without her.
Thank you, Jesus, for this godly lady you have put in my life to help me look a little more like You.