How can God use me??

We received this email after our performances this last weekend. I love how God's timing is so good. After a very long and stressful weekend with four concerts in various places in Mexico, as well as looking ahead to the ones this coming week, it's easy to find yourself wondering "Is it really worth it?" But when you read a letter like this and know that there are others who were also effected, you realize it IS worth it all.

Hello!
Well, I will introduce myself and tell my story.
My name is Tania Lozano and the day was -11 December 2010 - all alone again, and again going over my notes for the test I had to take on Monday. I'm in second year of medical school and honestly sometimes I wonder what I was thinking when I got into this? This race has stolen not only my life, it also has taken me away from my family, forced me to set aside my old friends, even the normal concerns of a teenager have been lost in responsibilities, that I had suddenly come back, slowly and without realizing it I was surrounded by loneliness because "I have to study," I can not, "I have work", "Another Day", "sorry."

But this Saturday to wake up and realize that no one was there. Everyone had gone and I was alone in a house that was not even mine and I could not help but give a frustrated sigh. I had me and my books.

I was reviewing the ninth chapter when I heard "radio show invites a. .." I heard "orchestra" but not able to hear the time, "Go to the orchestra when I was studying?, Was he mad? Tried to forget the thoughts and turned to concentrate on my book, but then it was again repeated on the radio "Echoes in the desert". I do not know why that name struck me as if I saw myself in the midst of a solitude that he could not have seen.

"Oh well." I finally gave up, listening to my conscience that went something like "if you steal two hours of study in physiology you are going to fail." Just before seven I took my phone and put on my headphones to walk to the auditorium of the Normal. Have you noticed that when people go out there alone usually they are listening to music?, I guess it's our way of thinking that we do not go alone, I listen to my headphones a lot lately ...

Enter and occupy a vacant seat in a row. Well, everyone was with someone. I snorted, thinking maybe this was not such a good idea and my thought was "you are stealing time from school, try to relax, for more a month all I have done was study, or even watch TV in my small room because there is no place else for something like that. A couple with children sat down and I remembered my brothers, "I have not seen them since when?

"Third call -turn to be seated, now if, as I relaxed and listened to" Christmas ditties "and then returned to my little room to study, I could forget that I had run out of money and there was no food in the fridge, and I had eaten something like a toast that someone had left in the cupboard.

They began -and in came a group of youngsters dressed in red, blinking in surprise, not only looking beautiful, it was like the light, lit up together. Was it the instruments? Was it because they were dressed the same? I had never seen an orchestra and when they started playing I felt something strange inside me jumped, unaware I gripped my knees thinking: Why does that music seem to get inside my body? When he finished "world peace" I felt uncomfortable. I could not stop looking at these guys -the black hair of the girl in the middle, the girl who played the little thing that made the "tac-tac" sound, the violins, the serious young man who was not smiling in the back like the others but seemed to feel the music in his fingers.

Suddenly came the flock of adults and children of different colors and big smiles, and I immediately remembered my brothers and those primary children who had given a class on obesity, the same child joy and sparkling eyes. A smile crept on my face. "En lo Alto Gloria" and just like that I started to cry. "Dumb" I repeated to myself a thousand times "What are you doing?" No one else was crying. Just me. Was love and warmth so needed that I had not noticed before? Was I so alone and had just been pretending that everything was fine?

At the end I decided that no matter if I cried, no one knew me anyway. A lady sat beside me and began to sigh. At least I was not unique.

I ask that parents would be so proud of those guys and those children. I started thinking about my parents, who I had not seen for two months. Then someone spoke, mentioned Jesus Christ and his loneliness, poverty, his only possession was his robe.

"Dumb." I could not help but smile! "Alone? I?, How?, How if he was beside me all the time?, I'm back in my room, I am without food, it is still too small and it seems that I'm alone with my books. It is true that I lost two hours of study, but I won the trust and confidence from the beginning. I remember now that when I decided to study medicine I went to a Mission to celebrate Easter and asked for a favor for that, "God, help me to get up when I stumble, take my hand in yours, do not let go." You reminded me that I am not alone, that He is with me, holding my hand.

THANKS