I (Annette) had a student who was raised in the dump, and she said that since she worked in the trash and ate from the trash, people told her she was trash. What reason do you have to rise up, or to hope, when your life is literally trash? Thankfully we serve a God who creates beauty from ashes and turns mourning into dancing.
After those trips, we headed to a "despedida" (farewell party) put on by the women in the communities. They thanked us and gave us gifts, we said our words to them, and we ate some tostadas. A few thoughts that stood out: Jimmy Kallas thanked the people in the neighborhoods for "helping us help them." It's so true. The homeowners were getting down in the cement with us, hauling buckets, giving us nourishment, and, at times, cleaning up our messes. It was a beautiful picture of community!
Another highlight was hearing from a woman in the community whose home received new walls. She stood before us crying, and thanking God for the blessings we were able to bring into her life.
A great last day, and we're looking forward to a volcano climb and time in Antigua tomorrow!