These week I literally was down in the dumps. The largest dump in Tegucigalpa that is. Once the shock and smell were faded away the things that break my Father's heart began to break mine. I've been begging him to see people as he sees them. I saw light,hope,love and life amidst piles of trash. I saw people whose homes were literally on the side of a trash dump. People who made their living rummaging through garbage that most of us never would think to do back home. I saw people who most of the world would rather pretend didn't exist. People that have as much right as the rest of us. People that God loves just as he loves each of us. People with a past,a present and a future. These people are children of the king of kings and lord of lords. My prayer is that they each find comfort and rest in the savior. That regardless of their situation they see the hope of the Father. I pray for basic needs to be met. I know that in the short time we were there we touched them in some way even if only their bellies with a meal. I know God planned our visit and I know his purpose was made.
One of the most amazing sites was standing on the side of the trash dump and looking into the beauty of the mountains. The beauty of His creation. Knowing that He is near never far from those considered hopeless and unloveable. He loves them each and everyone just as worthy as the rest of us. I may have been down in the dumps but I left with wisdom, care and love for my brothers and sisters regardless of where their homes are and what society thinks.
