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Mexico

Ahh, I want to go back. I can’t describe the experience I had in a way that anyone else would understand. But my world was altered being there. There’s an image burned in my mind and my heart. Of this one lady, in the corner of the back of the bus, lost and searching. As I handed her a bible her eyes lite up and I saw a glimpse of hope run through her. That image, along with many more, have changed my life. I can recall a little boy at the orphanage searching for love. I had not said two words to the boy and as we were leaving he hugged me, walked away, ran back and held on to me once again. I never knew someone could appreciate you so much when you have never said 2 words to them. What kind of hope is this boy searching for? What kind of love does he need? I was taught so many lessons. Diego and Beta both showed me how a team is suppose to work together. How I am suppose to support my team mates, encourage them, and be behind them 100 %. I saw so much in Mexico City that my heart aches for people. For the lost, for those who have such false hope, for those who don’t know where to turn. My heart aches for them, because I know how to help them, I have the answer, but how do you convince all of them? The ones who crawl on their knees, drawing blood, fully devoted, to these idols they believe are Holy. How can u convince them that Jesus is there hope? Or how about the people who believe Jesus is there hope, but are still lost because they don’t know what to do with that hope, or how to respond to it, because they were taught differently than the truth? I have learned that all you can do is tell them the truth, and from there it is their choice and no longer your fault for not letting them know.