I just sent my final letter for a project my wife and I are doing. Put it on your bucket list if you are so inclined if you haven’t yet. It will be rewarding I believe
In a couple of hours the 17 of us will take off on our journey to Guatemala. Thanks for your prayers and gifts to make this happen. A simple thank-you seems small at this time.
We will live from our carry-on bags and leave a couple of suitcases full of donations. A small amount of money and my old cell phone (probably an original first generation) will tide us over as our team (we have four teams) will help build a home for a family with no home. The kids sleep in under sugar cane stalks used for a lean-to. We will help in an orphanage and also help in a food distribution center for homeless.
The household will be well taken care of thanks to a network of people and a great house sitter while we are gone. It’s a strange thing to make endless to-do lists of all the things that need attention when we will be gone such a short time. I think I will quick check and make sure I have my passport (for the 23rd time) and money belt with money in it. We have an old camera and a journal each to jog our memories later should we think we have run out of stories.
This morning My wife said to me “what if the people we build a house for don’t appreciate it?”
I had thought about this earlier when I’ve given gifts that I’ve seen on a garage sale later. I know it’s a small matter compared to all the people in the world who have rejected Jesus and what he gave to us. It will not be a small matter when we someday see him look into our eyes when this life is over. I guess that is why we have not taken this project and all the support we have received from you lightly.
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All prayers and blessings over you. Our church has partnered with many people involved in similar missions and I can’t think of a better way to show love than to provide for needs.
Thanks Julie, we needed the prayers and blessings. We are back form this quick trip. Words fall short of all we experienced and friendships made.