A news anchor intern has it all planned out, and love isn’t on the agenda.
Brooke Endress is on the cusp of her lifelong dream when her younger sister persuades her to chaperone a mission trip to El Salvador. Packing enough hand sanitizer and bug spray to single-handedly wipe out malaria, she embarks on what she hopes will be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
But Brooke is blindsided by the desperation for hope and love she sees in the eyes of the orphans she encounters. And no less by the connection she feels with her handsome translator. As newfound passion blooms, Brooke wrestles with its implications for her career dreams.
Ubaldo Chavez, teacher and translator, knows the struggle that comes with generational poverty. But he found the way out – education – and is determined to help his students rise above.
When he agrees to translate for a mission team from the United States he expects to encounter a bunch of “missional tourists” full of empty promises. Yet an American news anchor defies his expectations, and he finds himself falling in love. But what does he have to offer someone with everything?
HEALING LOVE is not your average missions story. I loved the complex baggage Brooke brings before she ever steps on the plane to watch over her sister as they travel to El Salvador. They are orphans and Brooke lives in fear in her day-to-day life. She has dreams regarding her career, but she’s got her sister to worry about. The last thing she’s got on her agenda is falling in love.
Brooke doesn’t just fall in love with a person, she falls in love with a people. The transformation in both storylines is beautiful.
Her career goals, her new passion, her colleagues, family and heart all collide when Brooke needs to determine her future. I definitely felt her conflict and was moved by it.
This is a quick read because I wanted to learn what was going to happen. I believe you’ll feel the same, too.
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It’s Character Confession Saturday and I knew my confession at about 1pm EST Thursday.
I was sitting in a living room watching a friend’s video on their European trip that centered in Romania. Their visit even included a stop at a ministry our local church supports. When that missionary came to our church years ago the Lord stopped me. He let me know He had a plan for me one day to serve with that missionary.
Two years later I was enjoying a luncheon at that friend’s home with other ladies from church when “somehow” the missionary and ministry came up. One by one we confessed that day the missionary visited we haven’t felt the same. We each felt called to visit there, perhaps as a short term missions trip. It was amazing how God orchestrated different women sitting throughout the same service with the same passion and call.
Watching the video Thursday a friend who visits Romania on a regular basis to work with orphans and gyspies saw the part of the video where everyone entered the ministry so many have talked about over the years. She piped up and said,
“So Julie, there it is, the place you will be going to hold babies. When are you going?”
That thought has been on the back burner for years. Her sentence brought the call several leaps forward. I left that lunch Thursday realizing that trip isn’t as far away in my future as I think. I still don’t know when, but the stirring is active.
Seriously, God? I thought I was watching a video and having a nice Romanian meal.
I didn’t plan on you rocking my world, too.
Yesterday in between sickness and snow days I finally had the opportunity to meet up with my Ohio bestie Kim Zaksek. She co blogs with me and Maria Spencer over at the Narrow Gate Invites and has a heart for the orphans of Romania.
Our conversations typically turn to what our kids are up to as they are close in age with similar personalities. As I shared my stories and she shared hers I remembered a definition I was given a couple years ago.
Patience is tempering your passions.
Read that one again.
Once we laughed over the stories I remembered some of my hijinks as a kid and every single one of them was based on an issue where I felt someone was being unfair and I got
passionate mouthy about it. The more I remembered the more we saw the struggle with our kids. They care about others and want to see justice and compassion played out. When it doesn’t happen, they get in trouble.
Truth is, so do I.
Kim and I realized the key is to balance that justice with grace, something Iwasn’t skilled at as a kid and still struggle with as an adult. That definition of patience, again, tempering your passions, is one I need God’s help with every moment I take a breath.
Passionate isn’t bad, it just requires balance.
And lots and heaps of grace.
This Character Confession is hosted by Noelle Mena at Pliable in His Hands. She also is the founder of Christian Women Affiliate and on Tuesday she is having a free meeting on why and how to conduct webinars. This is a passion of Noelle’s and I will be logged in and ready to learn. If you want to learn more visit the CWA Facebook page.