I have truly been blown away by this city of Puerto Barrios. I am very far outside of my comfort zone, which is weird because I didn’t know that my zone had even gotten that big. I have become one of “those” people who goes up to perfect strangers asking to pray for them. And trust me, it is even crazier considering the language barrier. But I can see now that I only mocked those people before because I was jealous of their bold faith. I am going to places and seeing things that are scary and different and weird and difficult to see. You know how you watch those commericals on late at night talking about donating just a buck a day to these kids rinning around a dump with no shoes? Well, that is for real. These children of God are running around on glass and sewage and trash in bare feet because they do not have shoes to wear. And what is my job this year? To pray for them and love on them. How luck am I?
Sometimes it is so easy for me to get lost in those moments of sadness. To see how these children of God are living and it is SO different than what happens in America, and I cry. It makes me sad to see them living like that. However, I am reminded of their joy. These kids are so happy and excited to just play futbol with me all afternoon. Everytime we come home, they run to the van to give us all hugs! And what have I done for them? Well, I am not that great at futbol, that is for sure, but I gave them a little attention and love of God. And that was all they needed. How could I be sad about that?
When I look back, it is so clear to me that my whole life has been preparing me for this trip. I am losing myself, and finding God, which means that I am FINALLY finding out who I really am. And all I am doing is just loving other people with the great love that I have been given.
I have the best job ever.
