This kind woman feeds pigeons every day outside the Church of San Francisco in Lima, Peru. I look at her picture and see that she is elderly, that her hair is gray and her face wrinkled. I imagine she has had a difficult life, that she has loved and lost those she loves, that she has been hurt and perhaps finds healing in feeding the pigeons of Lima.
I look at her and believe she has found her mission in life.
I think about my own life, about my children and grandchildren, about people I love. I think about the precious children I’ve had the privilege of teaching, the children with autism and Down syndrome, those who could not walk and those who could not speak. I think about what I feel is my mission, my calling, at this point in my life.
I think of Peru.
I think of children with disabilities at schools in Peru, their families, their teachers, their communities. I think about the joy on their faces as they come into their classrooms, about teachers with limited resources but limitless love, about mothers living in poverty, but laughing, carrying babies in colorful blankets on their backs.
I feel called to work with these children and mothers and teachers. I feel called to learn from them, to share with them, to try to understand, just a little, their world, their reality, their dreams.
I don’t know if this is a call from God or a call from within myself that I attribute to God. I do know it’s something I have to do. I do know it’s my mission.
Muchas gracias, mujer de la iglesia San Francisco.
I look at her and believe she has found her mission in life.
I think about my own life, about my children and grandchildren, about people I love. I think about the precious children I’ve had the privilege of teaching, the children with autism and Down syndrome, those who could not walk and those who could not speak. I think about what I feel is my mission, my calling, at this point in my life.
I think of Peru.
I think of children with disabilities at schools in Peru, their families, their teachers, their communities. I think about the joy on their faces as they come into their classrooms, about teachers with limited resources but limitless love, about mothers living in poverty, but laughing, carrying babies in colorful blankets on their backs.
I feel called to work with these children and mothers and teachers. I feel called to learn from them, to share with them, to try to understand, just a little, their world, their reality, their dreams.
I don’t know if this is a call from God or a call from within myself that I attribute to God. I do know it’s something I have to do. I do know it’s my mission.
Muchas gracias, mujer de la iglesia San Francisco.
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