I never knew a little girl from Guatemala could have such an impact on my life. We did not speak the same language, and it took two translators to find out her name: Lady Maria. While on a mission trip in this country, 9 people from my youth group traveled to Panimache, a village two hours deep in the mountains. I noticed her even before exiting the van, and instantly knew I would spend the day with her. I connect well with children, but she was different. The language barrier made it difficult to build up trust, but within minutes, we were swinging and picking flowers together. Before I realized it, we had spent hours running around the village, creating an unbreakable bond. It was not until I returned home to America that I realized how much
