The last place you would expect to find joy is a small community in the mountains with dirt roads and tin huts; yet joy was the only thing you could find. Words can’t even describe the amount of love and happiness piled in one special place.
When we arrived at the community this morning, we were greeted by a little boy named Emerson with the most precious smile; a smile I will never forget. He lead us to his family which happened to be the family we were building the house for.
The guys immediately began to break ground on the house while the girls were drawn to the five children that that we were building the house for.
We danced, and sang, we laughed, and loved. We built the house from dirt, painted the house, furnished the house, and prayed for the house, and the only words I have to describe it are love and chaos. It was crazy, but in the midst of it all there was so much love. The smiles on the kids faces, when we would play tag with them or create a handshake, was unforgettable.
When the house was completed we fed and prayed for the community and each family. Many of the family’s even wanted to pray for us. It’s amazing to see how grateful and appreciative these people were. Once everyone was fed, we said our goodbyes. Goodbyes are never easy when you fall in love and meet such amazing people.
As we headed home, we finished the night with a fantastic spaghetti dinner at the mission house. We fellowshipped and laughed and reflected on our eye opening day.
Today was an absolute blessing. Being able to love on the children and see them giggle was my absolute favorite part about today. If I could love and play with them for the rest of my days, I would. It’s incredible to see how much joy was in a small place with very little material things, and I am so thankful God chose those family for us to build a house for because I believe they blessed us more than we blessed them.