2. Can I stop sweating for at least 5 minutes?
3. Why am I so scared to speak what little Tagalog I do know?
4. How is it that I feel at ease already?
5. Did I really wake up to sounds of roosters crowing and random bike horns?
6. Am I sellout because I don’t know the language?
Right outside of our little base is a squatter community. There are about 180 homes in these sheet metal made houses but about 5,000 individuals live there.
I was sitting doing my quiet time when God spoke to me and said to go outside to the front gate. To my left, I saw nothing but to my right I saw the most beautiful child ever, Diana. The same child that welcomed the entire squad upon arrival with her beautiful beaming smile and little hand waving and with more than enough love to share with 60ish strangers.
She ran into my arms and we started laughing. With my broken Tagalog (Filipino language) and her near to none knowledge of English we laughed, chased after dogs, joked about smelling bad and played on a rickety slide and rusted swing set. Probably the best 2 hours of my life. She proceeded to play with my hair and just love me. When she was in my arms, she held tight. She welcomed me and loved me without any reason.
Diana just wanted me to spend time with her-whether that was to watch her jump off the slide or just make silly faces with each other. In a smile, she wiped away any insecurity of not being good enough or if I was really supposed to be here or if my broken Tag-lish would suffice. 
