A week ago I was standing on the soil in Guatemala.
I had the opportunity to share about my week with my church family on Sunday. I wore these boots and I told them why...
I've been on several trips to other countries where you see such heartbreaking need all around you. I know that my life and perspective has been shaped through the years by these experiences. I wore these boots on Sunday as a reminder that as much as I was moved to make a difference in those moments standing there in Guatemala, life back in my "normal" can soften the urgency over time.
I snapped pictures while I was there and as I was scrolling through them just hours later they seemed unreal. I wonder if it's because it's hard to process the reality of what I was seeing?
I don't know.
But I do know, I want to remember...
I want to remember the mom that walked with her children 3 hours one way so they would have food for the day.
I want to remember the filthy dirty plastic 2 liter bottle that her child held up to me to fill that I'm pretty sure he had just picked up in the dump that was a few feet away.
I want to remember the precious babies being held by brave moms choosing to leave all they have known to do what's best for their sick children.
I want to remember the scared little girl that was probably going to lose her infected left eye due to not receiving treatment early enough.
I want to remember the joy and gratefulness on the faces of the people in the village where we dedicated a well so they could have clean water.
I want to remember the little boy in the plaid shirt that came and sat by me and melted my heart.
I want to remember that my feet stood on this soil and in that moment I knew I could make a difference.
You can too.
Thank you! x0x0