Cars break down.
Tires pop.
Communication fails.
Horse poop is everywhere.
What do we do?
We jack the car up with a boulder (literally) and we split into teams of two: one to stay with the car, one to go buy a new jack and a new tire, and one to go into Los Pinos.
So Zeb and I grab some face-paint and a Children’s Story Bible and start hiking into one of the darkest places I have ever been.
When we get there the kids keep asking if it is just the two of us? Where’s Tony? And where’s the soccer ball? Even they think we’re crazy to be where we are, just the two of us, armed with nothing but our trust in God.
It was awesome.
Kids got painted on (I mean all over- the baby got attacked and left without a speck of clean skin… oops)
Clothes got ruined (I gave them more)
Fights broke out (two of our boys got bloody lips and were throwing rocks at each other)
Eventually they played soccer (but Zeb and I were busy being human jungle gyms… yay…)
And one of the girls kept shooting nervous glances at the two new boys and telling me they were “bad” (we kept our strong boys near us and just treated the new kids like they were anyone else- deserving of love)
It was awesome.
Our contact, Tony, just returned to the community three months ago after a death threat forced him to leave the country for a couple months. It is INCREDIBLE to see how God is working in this community and the amazing positions He is putting us in. The situations we have faced and the results we have had can only be explained by God. And I have never felt safer than here- knowing I am exactly where He wants me. It’s not ignorance or stupidity- it’s faith.
Zeb and a few of the kids… chaos.
