Kelsey and I decided to visit a family in our neighborhood. We drive over to visit for a half hour and then continue to pick up a group I had dropped off in Las Granjas. From where we were to quickest and easiest way there was the “back way through the fields”. I did not think much of this because it had not rained in days and the roads were dry. Everything was fine until we were about a mile from Las Granjas. It was dusk so I could not see the road well and we got into a couple hundred feet stretch of mud. I drove faster and we made it almost through. In the last twenty feet the tires started to spin.

I knew as soon as we slowed down we were in trouble. The van was stuck in the field of mud. All I wanted to do was cry. We called Bob but he was not home. We did get Marisa and they got Julian to come for us it took almost an hour b

efore he arrived. He looked at the van and said “WOW you are not going anywhere.” The van was buried up to the bumper in the front and back. I felt like a fool. I was powerless and annoyed. I had people waiting all over the city for a ride home and there I sat in the mud. My shoes were covered and I wondered why I was here. My legs were itchy, muddy, and sticky but there was nothing I could do but wonder why.

The previous two paragraphs are from my journal on October 27, 2006. It was shortly after I arrived in Mexico and it was a bad day as you can tell. I was very frustrated with myself and the mud. I ended up picking everyone up about two hours late. The group waiting in Las Granjas was scared because there is no electricity there and it gets really dark at night. They stopped at a store and talked with the owners for almost two hours until we arrived.

Since then they have continued to visit that family and last Sunday they came to church. We were all quite amazed. On Tuesday they went and visited the family to talk and see how they liked church. The conversation turned to God and both the mother and son accepted Jesus Christ into their lives. After they prayed the son started moving around a lot. He keep saying my back does not hurt anymore. He is diabetic and the past few weeks his sugars were going crazy and his back has been hurting none stop. God did a miracle for that family last week and I wonder if any of it would have happened if I had not gotten stuck in the mud.