Teacher, Son, Husband, God!

In life, we often find ourselves at crossroads, seeking guidance and clarity. My journey led me to ask God for three things that deeply mattered to me: to be a teacher, to have a son, and to have a husband. Each of these requests carried profound meaning, and as I reflect on the answers I received, I find myself filled with gratitude for God's love and faithfulness.

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Teacher

As a young, single mother, I wanted to be a teacher. Money was tight, so when my government job offered a chance to study, I grabbed it. Every night, I went to school, hopeful and excited.

Back then, I only knew God in a distant way. I prayed, often in tears, asking for help. I struggled with low self-esteem and often put others first, even when they didn’t value me. I let people walk over me because I didn’t believe I deserved better.

School changed that. It gave me purpose and confidence. My English teacher believed in me and encouraged me to aim higher. For the first time, I felt I could achieve something. When the funding ended, I lost that sense of worth and slipped back into self-doubt.

Looking back, I see that God was showing me my potential, keeping my hope alive even in hard times.

After accepting Christ as my Savior, I was no longer lost or rejected. God embraced me and guided me through His Spirit, giving me a fresh start. Years later, He sent me to Guatemala as a missionary, equipped with His word and ready to share the gospel.

I taught hurting children about God, praying for their healing. Through His word, they found comfort, learned to forgive, and discovered purpose in their pain. They began to share the same comfort they received with others.

I learned that the preparation  time God had taken me through, was not through a college course,  but through suffering to make me new in Him. How? By opening my heart to receive from Him the promise of my heart’s desire to teach.

Now, I was not an academic. I was an ambassador of Christ in a dark and sinful world. A renewed creation who knew the loss of self and the gain of heaven. I became His teacher of His kingdom to come.

Son

I grew up in a family of girls and my marriage gave me a daughter, but I always longed for a son.

After 50 years God answered my prayers. Angel Daniel came to me as a one-month old, abandoned and unloved by his young mother who didn't realize the gift she had brought into the world.

From day one, I cherished Angel Daniel—counting his fingers and toes, celebrating every milestone, singing to him, praying over him, and teaching him about Jesus. But he carried deep pain from early rejection.

His mother, dedicated to darkness, brought a heavy presence when she visited. Even as a baby, he sensed it and became irritable before she arrived.

At age three, Angel Daniel accepted Jesus, and I rejoiced. At four, I found him talking to his imaginary friend—the devil—who claimed Angel belonged to him. I told Angel Jesus was his true friend, and he smiled, saying, “Thank you, mommy.” That darkness knew God had a plan for this child.

He grew tall and handsome, but the pain of early rejection stayed with him. At ten, we faced a spiritual battle that threatened both of us. Through it, I learned to praise God and found my purpose—not just as a missionary, but as a instrument of love and sacrifice for this child.

At 17, when he preached, I was amazed. He was no longer just my son, but God's creation and an evangelist. God turned my desire for a son into something for His glory.

He is now 27 - not perfect- but growing in his own special way after facing many disappointment that knocked him for a loop at times, but he got up and readjusted.

My husband, who came into his life at the age of 18, has been a great stabilizer, councilor, disciplinarian, and encourager to his life.

A mothers’ love can be strong but God’s presence in a father powerfully shapes a child's life.

Husband

At 68, I was being courted by a younger man- a true miracle and answer to prayer. My third desire was for a husband, something I had prayed for since I was in my 30's.

I spent years praying for others, but one day God asked me to pray for myself. When He asked what I wanted, I said I was content with Him. He replied, "Then you can have that husband! What do you want?"

I asked for a man who loves God deeply, loves me as Christ loves the church, and cares for children. I added that he should be willing to live in Guatemala, be a missionary, and cherish me always. God answered, “It is done!”

Nearly 40 years later, Mac told me he loved me, but God was his first priority. He loved children and was open to living in Guatemala.

I met Mac through his mission work, and he promised to cherish me always.

Eight years later, in 2025, we’re still going strong. Mac leads our family and many others with wisdom, grace and strength.

God never disappoints.