It started off like any other day. Little did I know it would be one that would change my entire perspective of Costa Rica.
One day, I went to classes as normal and prepared to meet with my Mission Mentor for ministry. My Mission Mentor picked another Veritas student and me up, and we went on our way to meet the group we would be working with that night. Upon walking into the meeting place, I could feel the presence of God there.
The room was dark except for a few candles. A guy played worship songs on his guitar, and everyone in the room sang along. As I sat down, I felt this warm sensation and I knew the presence of the Holy Spirit completely filled the room. We sat and sang, and people prayed. I am not just a study abroad student or expat or hopeless wanderer in Costa Rica.
I knew part of our Veritas mission work would be to go out into San Jose and pray for people, but imagine my surprise when I found out whom these prayers would be for: prostitutes.
In my life I have done much mission workβgoing to orphanages, churches, food distribution daysβbut never have I actively gone out to pray for people who probably need it the most. Our leaders set the objective for us: build relationships and pray. Although I went many times to talk to the women, one specific lady I had the opportunity to pray for stands out to me.
