It has not always been easy here. It is hot from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep at night. There are currently sixteen of us living in a three bedroom house with one bathroom. I have had to give my testimony as well as a sermon in front of the entire church. But I forget about everything as soon as one of the children come up to me and wrap their little arms around me and won’t let go. The children here never cease to amaze me. They have so much less that the children in the United States. They have fewer possessions, comforts, and opportunities. Yet at the same time they have something many of us wish we had. They have life figured out and they know what is important.
I have learned so much from these children. They ask me a million questions of which I can only answer a few without a translator, but it doesn’t matter. They joy on their faces says everything I need to know. They give me everything they have to show me that they are happy that I am here. I have gotten bracelets that they take off their own arms and give them to me. After breaking open the piñata a small girl only managed to grab one piece of candy. She turned right around and gave it to me. She couldn’t have been more than four years old and she wouldn’t take it back no matter how hard I tried. They draw pictures for me and give me their snacks while they go hungary. They already know what so many of us need to learn. When we honor others above ourselves it brings a joy that money could never buy.
