After I made the decision to go, though, something else occurred to me ... and I am being very vulnerable here ... and laying myself out pretty raw ... there was a time in my life when Mexico was the last place on earth I would have gone unless I absolutely had to. You see, I used to travel to Texas a lot and had some experiences with Hispanics that weren't that great. Those experiences created in me some prejudices which were very unfair and I know that. Over the years, I have softened and, I'd like to think, been transformed some. At least to the point that I didn't even think of old biases until after I'd made the decision to go.
But I have no doubt this will still be a story of God shaping my heart further.
And who knows ... there may even be a book in it. We'll see.