Tomorrow we go back
to what some, after seeing what we have today, would call civilization.
Funny, but I don't feel like I deserve it.
Today we visited a small neighborhood outside of Nuevo Laredo . It was a dump.
Not as in it was dirty, no it was a land fill that people live in. The homes
were small and built with what could be found. The people were poor, I would
say dirt poor but there was plenty of dirt there.
When we arrived we were all disappointed because
it was windy which sent a little chill and with the wind was
grit. The dirt got in our eyes, mouths, hair, everywhere! It
was a coating over everything and we had trouble keeping it out
of our eyes. We were uncomfortable in this place of "less than
desirable conditions". Then the kids and their parents came.
No matter what a child will melt a heart . People
tend to joke that I have a hard or no heart because I don't
cry but a kid in hard times will touch anyone. Despite how uncomfortable
things were we knew we were where we should have been. We were
in the right place not because we were needed there but because
God had placed us there. It wasn't about our feelings but about
our Father and staying in his will. We were not on a "mission
trip" we were answering a call to work, something deeper even
than feelings of sympathy.
Just because we were working for God didn't mean
it was a piece of cake though. It was chaotic, it was hard, and
it was sad. Children were turned away and we had to do it. All
I wanted to do was hug them and not let go, to take them all
home and give them something so much better than what they had
and I couldn't because I am unable to. I wanted to help and all
I could do was hand them a shoebox of toys. A shoebox! That is
what they get! We get new game stations, wardrobes, computers,
cars, pets, and in general a ton of stuff and they get a shoebox!!
Our tree is flooded with colorful boxes and they get a shoebox.
I wonder how we can justify huge Christmas shopping if we don't
do all we can to help these kids.
To us it is a foreign country and thus a different
world completely. Poverty is what we have heard but not what
we see. We go on cruises to beautiful Mexican port cities and
see the gorgeous beaches but we don't see Mexico . We don't really
see life beyond America .
If ever you get a chance to go somewhere outside
of America , go! See what life really is. Don't trust just what
you see, experience all that you can and be grateful for what
you have. We have been given a gift of riches and we only want
more. Why do we get this wealth? Why weren't we born in a place
where you are either rich or poor and us be poor? Do we deserve
what we have? Although that is a good question it
is not the question we should dwell on. What we should ask is:
what will we do with what has been given to us?