Witness to a Miracle
March was one of our busiest months yet. From hosting three back-to-back immersion trips for those interested in the Finca to translating at a medical mission, our days were full. I did manage to slip away to the mountains a few times to help with other medical missions. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I witnessed a miracle.
My Miracle Boy
In June of 2025, I assisted on a medical mission in the mountains and wrote a blog about a four-year-old boy I met, Steven, who had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy. From the moment I met him, he captured my heart, though I didn’t yet know why. In my previous blog, I briefly shared that Steven could not walk due to his condition, and there was nothing we could do for him medically. His baptism was the following day—a sweet surprise that we were able to attend. Little did I know, God had another surprise coming!
This past month, I was blessed to go back to help translate at another medical mission in the same mountain where Steven and his family live. By the end of the day, I hadn’t seen him, so I asked some of the kids nearby if they knew where he lived. They took me by the hand and led me down a couple of streets to his house.
We walked up, and I called out his name.
A moment later, he came out the front door—walking on his own, a little wobbly but determined—straight toward me, and I wrapped him in a big hug.
The boy who had once been unable to walk without assistance was now walking right in front of me.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at his mother, Glenny, and asked when he had started walking. She told me it began just fifteen days after his baptism last June.
Steven is now in kindergarten, and I stay in touch with him and his mom, always planning our next playdate.
Steven brings me such joy, and it is so simple to spend time with him and his family in their humble home. We sit, chat, braid hair, laugh, smile, swing in their hammock, and just be. Their presence fills me in a way only Christ could. Jesus shows us glimpses of Himself in every person we meet. In Steven’s case, I see Him in full view. Steven, my little angel on Earth.
Medical Mission
During this month’s medical mission, we traveled by boat to two different towns: Plan Grande and Quinito. The team was made up of family practice providers and dentists, ready for whatever came our way. On Monday morning, we hopped on a boat for about an hour to reach Plan Grande. Once we arrived, we jumped right into clinic and saw patients until around 4 p.m.—it was a full, busy day. Somehow, we still managed to squeeze in some quality soccer time with the kids.
At the end of the day, we packed up and took a quick boat ride over to Quinito, where we’d be seeing patients the next day. When we arrived, the family hosting us absolutely spoiled us with a lobster dinner—definitely not what you expect after a long clinic day, but we weren’t complaining.
Fueled by some solid protein, we headed into day two of clinic. We saw more patients, but if I’m being honest, I think I may have logged more time on the soccer field than in the clinic.
I was also able to go on a house visit to see a young girl who couldn’t walk due to a knee laceration. It was pretty infected, but we were able to treat it. Her mom kept me updated throughout the week, and praise God, she’s healing really well.
We wrapped up the second clinic day a little early since there weren’t as many patients, and spent the afternoon swimming in a nearby river and hunting down fresh coconuts. The next day, we headed back to the Finca in the middle of a rainstorm—soaked, laughing, and loving every second of it.
