I grew up broken. Acknowledging I needed help wasn’t new. But the extraordinary thing cancer taught me is that in brokenness I can minister. And God shows up. Forty-five years…
I needed a rake and couldn’t find one, so I sought help from my new friend Jose. He’s a single, middle-aged Mexican who lives onsite at Casa Hogar Dulce Refugio (Sweet Refuge), the orphanage in Aguascalientes, Mexico, where I work.