my week

I thought I knew what to expect from this trip before I got here because of stories my sister Leah had told me and pictures she has shown. My expectations have been met and exceeded. I have received love and hugs from people I hardly know but feel more warmth from than some people I have known for years. I cooked with the women in the kitchen in a flurry of chaos of trying to feed 200 people when we were expecting 50 and the only way to communicate was gestures and eye contact. There where a lot of laughter and hugs after. I have seen dwellings that would be condemned in the states but to these beautiful people it is home. I don't know if I have ever seen a place that God is so obviously present in my life. Even the poorest of people in this community want to share what they have. There is a young boy Walter who lives behind the Foundation. He and his family have next to nothing yet today he brought us nuts from a tree by his house and yesterday he shared mangos with us. That to me is amazing. I think so many of us take for granted what we have and feel sometimes we cant give because we need to make sure we have enough for ourselves. I myself am guilty of. However, I hope when I get home I will remember the people and experiences here and remember that I have more than enough to share. Thank you God for this opportunity to get perspective on life and my faith. I can't wait to share more when I get home. Night every one!