A New Friend

Hmm, something to write...
I met Maritza on Monday. I met her when she asked if I spoke Spanish while at a clothing thrift store. She wanted to know which colored tags were on discount that day. She was a black woman and spoke Spanish, so I had to ask where she was from. I wasn't surprised when she told me Cuba. We talked for about thirty minutes, a mix of Spanish and English. I found out she was a believer. Her immediate family is here, but the rest is still in her country. She is working to save money to bring them over as well. She feels like every Cuban needs to see the US and see what can be. I attempted to encourage her that although things for Cuba seem bleak and that change will take a long time, God is in control. He has a plan. That we can be thankful that in times of great difficulty hearts are more open to receive Him.
I will look for her again, as we both frequent this thrift store regularly :)