Vicky Ariola... living to the best of her ability for her God

Dear liza,
I am blessed to have known you, and sharing your talent with us. Believe me you will never be forgotten in this house. There will be a daily reminder of the talented young lady who put her heart, time, and talent to bless us. On behalf of the Ariola's we say thank you liza. I know that you put you all and did your best. You don't know how much you've bless us. But you have, very much. You've given us so much of yourself. I pray God fill you back with increase in everything you do and may he gives you or bless you with your hearts desire.
Vicky and the Ariola's

This is a letter from the mother of Raheem, Cindy and Destiny. On the last day we were there, Steve planned a little "unveiling" of the school room. It was me, Steve, the kids' school teacher Shareen, and Vicky and of course the kids. I decided to get there a little early to spend a little time with the kids. They have such sweet laughs and smiles, and are each so unique. I talked and played with them for a little while, and then sat with Vicky on her porch. She then proceeded to say she wanted to share some poems and a story with me. As she shared, God was just speaking such love and truth to my soul about how this was the place he wanted me all along. To sit and be a friend to this 27 year old mother of 5, 3 of which have the brittle bone disease. She is just three years older, in reality she is a peer, but because of everything she has been through she seems a lot older.
I saw her the night before and told her that I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be in her place and that I would be praying for her. She said that nobody seems to understand, and seemed to be surprised that I would say something like that. She has taught me sooo much, about life, love and perseverance. I cannot imagine not having any time alone to myself, if she does get time alone, it's in the wee small hours of the night or morning. She sacrifices sleep so she can get just a moment of time with her own thoughts and tears and dreams.
I love this woman with a love that trancends comprehension, it comes from admiration and respect. Not out of pity or feeling sorry for the situation she is in.

How Great is Our God!