preface: On July 10th, I left for the mission trip I had been waiting for since 2013. A huge thank you to everyone who supported me financially and spiritually. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to accept this calling or equipped enough to embark on this trip to the DR without each prayer and donation. Thank you so so much to everyone who helped make this happen.
July 12th, 2016–First Work Day
Today was our first work day; I don’t even feel like any of this is real. I’m sitting at the edge of a cliff at this scene that is completely unbelievably beautiful. The ocean is 3 types of blue. There are mountains, and the sky here puts American skies to shame, and I’ve seen some really beautiful skies in America, so that says a lot.
The batey was unreal. I’ve never seen such poverty like that before; you see it on TV. You read incredibly well-written books about it; your best friends who have already been on mission trips tell you about it, but it’s just not the same.
There’s no other way to put it; it’s just not the same.
The sweet kids here latch on to us: “Mi amiga! Mi American0!! Mi Americana!”
“My American!!” They scream.
It makes me so sad that the kids feel like they have to fight for our love, for love in general.
Most of their parents are in the capital trying to work, so Americans on mission trips mean the world to these kids. Americans mean attention and affection. The kids get scared and upset when we leave because they think our love is conditional and temporary.
Father, use me to teach them to know the love of Jesus, the unconditional, everlasting love of Jesus.