Soooo, you know that moment when the Holy Spirit moves and it SO inconvenient but compelling? Yeah, well that just happened to me and the family. We were out unexpectedly late and had to grab some supper to go. We told our 3 young daughters that it's already your bedtime, so eat quick, brush your teeth, and get in bed! We were huffing it back to our vehicle when we passed a 11-12 year old boy in short sleeves, no socks or shoes, hunched over trying to be warm in the 48 degree night air. He had a sign saying he's deaf and orphaned. I've known sign language since I was 8 years old and we are here working with the deaf. Both my wife and I felt the tug. We stopped and I went to buy him a hot cocoa and a sandwich. My wife was waiting with him and was trying to communicate with him. He doesn't appear to know very many signs. As I approached with the food, another lady and her young daughter approached and gave him a heavy sweater. We ten took him to a shoe store and bought him a pair of socks and shoes. We tried communicating the whole time, but he would just shake his head yes to everything.
We gave him a gospel tract and tried to explain where our church for the deaf is. More shaking of his head. All I know is that we obeyed the pricking of the Holy Spirit, and Alvaro walked away with a big smile on his face. I hope our paths cross again.