I don’t have to have all the answers.

Because that's what you have to experience to meet them : "the untouchables" 

The men, women and children who "work" and even live in the trash dump. The ones who lean against a pile of garbage to eat what little they have. Who spend their entire day collecting recyclable materials to sell to the venders at the bottom of the dump and hope to make MAYBE $20 a week.  The ones who made me broke inside. 

They smell horrible, they are covered from head to toe in filth, their hands are coated in the garbage that they dig through and my first reaction was tears. I wanted to get back on the bus that drove us up the trash heap and sit and cry. My eyes began to water and I was compelled by God to love them instead of "feeling sorry". Sorry that I grew up so obliviously privileged beyond what I could have ever even imagined, and sorry this was what they were born into and could possibly die in.

I had a super-natural love for these people that helped me see beyond what they were covered in to the person that God cherished. I held their hands, I hugged their necks. I didn't care anymore that they were beyond dirty, I would be dirty too if that's how I got to show them love and bring hope to them. 

I walked around with one of the girls on my team who speaks Spanish fluently and talked to some of the children and women. We literally walked over feces, diapers, used tampons and condoms, used syringes, rotten food, and every other imaginable thing that someone might throw in the trash and never think of again. 

I'm not trying to be overly graphic,but there is no other way to tell you. This is the reality of their lives. 

I desperately wanted these women to know that they have value, and beauty that couldn't be covered by garbage, that was given to them by God. That there was a God who loved them and who has a plan for them, Who desires their hearts and their lives.. so I told them and prayed with them that God would bless them. 

I would have felt hopeless if the Holy Spirit wasn't constantly reminding me that there is HOPE.

I felt God whisper to me and tell me that THIS WAS NOT HIS PLAN. This situation was the product of a fallen world. A circumstance caused by sin.  This was the type of thing that HE and only HE can and will redeem.  He  told me that he will make all things right, but to allow my heart to be broken by what I saw. I trust HIM. I will take HIM at His word, and my heart certainly was beyond broken for these, the untouchables.