This is a hard story to write because there is no happy ending.
I met her six years ago when we held a dinner for prostitutes. I wasn't used to being close to the Lord then. I felt him so clearly telling me to pray for this woman. I was terrified to pray for a prostitute, who I had just met, and who only spoke spanish.
But I did, and we both shook with tears.
That night she left and I didn't think I would ever see her again.
I heard that POI had helped her move in with some family in a nearby city to get out of prostitution, but I knew nothing more.
Two months ago, I was here in Honduras with a mission team and I saw her limping into the church…skinny, sick, and alone.
My heart broke and I prayed for an opportunity to do more.
I have been here one month and seen Doris nearly every day. My heart breaks as I watch her slowly die of AIDS.
As I walked the halls of the hospital to take her to a new AIDS center, I was filled with questions.
I will continue to visit Doris, but there is no happy ending to her story.
Much of my time in Honduras has left me filled with questions. I find more poverty here every day.
I am learning to trust the Lords purpose instead of demanding answers. I know there will always be poverty and I am hit with this sobering truth--
I will leave Honduras with people still filling the dirty hospitals, children still roaming the streets and families will still living in rickety shacks.
It is not my responsibility to solve poverty.
It is my responsibility to serve with what I have, where I am at.
I hope that from Doris’ story, you will be reminded to love and pray for the forgotten.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.