My Spanish Friend

I don't make friends easily. I have a lot of friends, so to some of you that may sound really strange. But it takes me a long time to really trust people and open up my true self to them. It has a lot to do with my past, which I won't go into here. (Many of you have heard my story and can probably figure out what I'm talking about. For those of you have no clue, ask me when I'm in the States and I'll try to explain it to you.)

Anyway, I have one Spanish friend. I have several acquaintances at church and they are all very kind and have helped me move and are helping me learn the language and are concerned about how I'm doing, but I only have one friend that I really talk to (as much as I can with the language barrier) about more than just the weather and things like that. Even then I don't go very deep because I can't with the language barrier. But she makes me happy when I'm with her and I know she truly cares about me.

I was with her this morning. We try to walk together at least once a week, sometimes twice, and she helps me with Spanish. This morning we walked 7 KM (a little over 4 miles). We were really tired when we finished but it was a great time and we went early enough that we avoided most of the heat. We shared a little breakfast and prayed together.

As you can tell by the photo (that's her daughter with her), she's a little crazy. I guess that's one of things that I like about her. She feels free to express her feelings and her faith in unconventional ways. Her doctrine may not always be completely sound, but she loves Jesus and wants to share that love with everyone else. And she shares it with me. For that I am very grateful!