Today we finished our houses and were able to present the keys to the families. It’s always an emotional time because of the work and effort we’ve put into building their new home and relationships with them. We are sad to leave because even though it’s only been a few days, we’ve fallen in love with them in that short time span. It’s even harder when the neighborhood kids are with us daily and we’ve spent time loving on them as well. Kids like Javier, Kimberly, Luis – we’ve enjoyed our time with them, and now we have to leave them.
We had a special treat this year because the homeowners decided to thank us by cooking a meal for us. We were privileged to have homemade chicken flautas with guacamole, lettuce, sour cream and crumbled cheese. It was delicious, and the food brought back memories of my childhood. At the first bite, I was transported back to my mom’s kitchen, and I could see her at the stove cooking and laughing. It was a great memory that God blessed me with today.
Our campfire talk was awesome. There were a lot of God stories shared, and He was worshipped in response. The fact that He has revealed Himself in so many ways on this trip is overwhelming. No two people encounter Him the same way, and yet the result is the same – we find ourselves holding the hand that holds the world.
And that’s the way it should be.