Two years ago I went to Costa Rica. I was there for 10 days. Only 10 days.
Somehow in 10 days I fell in love. Her name is Titi. It was something about her shy smile and quiet voice. It was something about the way she would whisper in my ear secrets in a language I did not know enough of. It was something about the way she loved me and shared her life with me. It was the look on her face when she got the opportunity to introduce me to her family. She changed me. She took part of me, a part that I willingly gave her and would give her again any day.
Titi may never know the impact she made on me. She may not know that I still look at her picture hanging in my room and pray for her often. She probably doesn't know that she has been the topic of multiple blog posts. She may not even know that I ask about her as much as I can. She might not know that every time a team goes down to CR I ask them to give her a hug for me. She probably doesn't know that many of them send me pictures and I just add them to my collection.
While I have gone to do many things in the last two years, Titi still lives in the same small village. She continues to love on new team members that come through. She is whispering her secrets to a new friend and she sharing her sweet love with more and more people.
But Titi changed me. She helped me learn how to be vulnerable. She showed me that 10 days can change my life. She showed me that it's not about the masses but it's about the one. She taught me how to slow down and love well.
So I keep praying for Titi and I keep getting pictures. Titi may never remember me but I'll never forget her. Love the one. Love the one well.
(For those of you that follow my blog and have been waiting for Turkey stories, I promise they are coming. I am still processing and learning from my time there. But I will share soon!)
