This week was a relatively uneventful week, apart from a visit from a teammate’s mom (she was really sweet) and a couple little miracles here and there.
One involved a house being built for a lady we know in Granjas, Mari, who couldn’t get the landlord’s permission nor get the church that had reneged on the building to start it up. We literally went there two days after we prayed for God’s provision for a way for her to have a solid home (not the dump scraps of wood over dirt that she lives in now) and there the foundation was, along with the cement ready to be poured by the church that promised her a house.
Another blessing was that she had also been sick that week, and was able to get free medication from a doctor that had mercy on her when he saw that she couldn’t afford simple medication and was barely able to care for her children in that state. She is now healthy and awaiting her new house, which will have an actual floor, a roof to keep her dry and windows. God is wicked-sick (that’s a good thing if you surf).
Isn’t it amazing, though, how we whine over not having enough storage space, not having updated technology for our home office, having to share a room with a sibling or roommate, or not living near water? Just a thought.
Anyway, we’re headed to the AIM Gateway in Reynosa again for projects with another high school group, this time much bigger than before. We have to be there a week early for setup because there will be a very large gaggle of these silly little geese (that one’s for you, Jason). 300 little muchachos, or at least 250 muchachos and 50 translators, from what I hear, plus AIM staff/FYMers. I’m excited to be part of this, but I know our group will probably just need prayer (please pray for us!) for patience and understanding, with each other, and more than likely with the kiddos. I feel old…they’re already kiddos to me.
Oh, wait, I am old! By the time you all read this, I will be 24 years young (March 30th). The first birthday in Mexico. The last? I hope not.
I hope you have a b-e-a-utiful week and that someone pulls an April Fool prank on you. That way you know you’re loved. Oh, and yeah, God is enamored with you too. Don’t forget that!
