My name is Ana, and I hail from a small village near Chimaltenango, Guatemala. Life has always been a struggle, but it took an unprecedented turn when the earthquake struck in early 2025. Our homes crumbled, and despair swept over our community like a relentless tide. I remember standing in the debris of my tiny house with tears streaming down my face, wondering how we would ever recover.
Before the quake, I wasn't much of a believer. My grandmother always told me that Jesus cared for us, but I couldn't see it in my everyday struggles. I was too focused on making ends meet, working tirelessly at the local market, and raising my two children alone. Life was hard, and faith seemed like a luxury I couldn't afford.
The earthquake didn't just shake the ground beneath us; it shook my understanding of everything. With nothing left but the clothes on our backs, I cried out for help. In the midst of my despair, a group of volunteers arrived from a nearby church. They offered us food, blankets, and most importantly, hope. Rosa, one of the volunteers, spoke to me about Jesus. Her kindness was like a balm to my weary soul. She said, "Ana, Jesus sees you and He loves you. He has not abandoned you."
Sitting under the stars that night, with my children curled up beside me, I prayed for the first time. "Jesus, if you are there, please help us. Show me the way." It wasn't an immediate miracle, but gradually, I began to see His hand in our lives. People from all over came with supplies and support, rebuilding not just homes, but also our spirits.
As I joined the community in prayer and volunteer work, I felt a sense of peace I'd never known before. Life was still challenging, but I was no longer alone. The love and support we experienced were undeniable signs of God's presence. I started attending church regularly with Rosa, and it felt like coming home.
Today, my faith is the cornerstone of my life. I've learned to trust in Jesus' provision, knowing He cares for us even in the darkest times. My children are growing up in a loving community, and while we continue to rebuild, our hearts are full.
Reflecting on all that has happened, I understand now that the earthquake was not just a physical disaster; it was a spiritual awakening. My life has been transformed, not by my own strength, but by God's grace. As I share my story, I pray that others can find the hope and peace I've discovered in Jesus.
