Monday morning, we made our way to the large living room here at the Posada. We were greeted by Eduardo Zavala-Reyes, the volunteer coordinator here for Esperanza and really good friend. After a brief visit and sharing about why were here, Eduardo welcomed us to his country with open arms and warm smiles.
We learned of our assignments for this week. We would be heading to a house in the community of Mariana Marimotos. We would be working for a woman named Susie and her three year old son Santiago. There were several members from the community there to help and support us and Susie. Our project would be to continue to form the foundation of a number three house, which is the largest that Esperanza builds. It turned out to be a tough day of digging and moving lots of dirt. Alive we were and alive we felt afterwords. The bumps and bruises and strains will be evident tomorrow, but we will get after it again.
We received our last group mate today as well when Shelly, Mary's sister, came in from Washington, D.C. We crossed back over the border to pick her up. Two people travelling in a van looked a little suspicious and we were searched both ways of the trip. Shelly has arrived though, and we are 10 strong looking to work hard tomorrow.
The groups is doing well and pulling together nicely. I hope that I am leading them well. My fear and that poor leadership could lead to some not returning. A silly thought, but one that enters my mind none the less. I hope that this work, this country, and these wonderful Mexican friends would lead them back to this beautiful place.
"God pays for each slave's freedom; no one who runs to him loses out"
Psalms 34: 22
We learned of our assignments for this week. We would be heading to a house in the community of Mariana Marimotos. We would be working for a woman named Susie and her three year old son Santiago. There were several members from the community there to help and support us and Susie. Our project would be to continue to form the foundation of a number three house, which is the largest that Esperanza builds. It turned out to be a tough day of digging and moving lots of dirt. Alive we were and alive we felt afterwords. The bumps and bruises and strains will be evident tomorrow, but we will get after it again.
We received our last group mate today as well when Shelly, Mary's sister, came in from Washington, D.C. We crossed back over the border to pick her up. Two people travelling in a van looked a little suspicious and we were searched both ways of the trip. Shelly has arrived though, and we are 10 strong looking to work hard tomorrow.
The groups is doing well and pulling together nicely. I hope that I am leading them well. My fear and that poor leadership could lead to some not returning. A silly thought, but one that enters my mind none the less. I hope that this work, this country, and these wonderful Mexican friends would lead them back to this beautiful place.
"God pays for each slave's freedom; no one who runs to him loses out"
Psalms 34: 22
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