Pulling up to the church there were no fancy decorations or anything of that nature. Once service started a lady began to pray (in Spanish) and I immediately felt the presence of God. I’m not going to lie, I didn’t expect to feel his presence so boldly as if I was back at home and especially since the prayer was in a different language.
On Friday we went to a traditional Catholic Church and the peoples desperation for God gave me chills. And I felt the same presence. Seeing people worship God and kneel at the alter just felt so genuine and real. This experience was God’s way of showing me that even though I am thousands of miles away from my family, I am not away from him. I learned to take the limits off my experiences with God. For me to say that I was not going to attend church while here was ridiculous because now I can’t wait to attend another service.
Written by Mejhe Minor, Social Media Journalist