Anyways, I wanted to make this post about a missions trip I went on...a missions trip that was only a half hour away from home. I've always known poverty was 'real', but I've never seen it. When people would talk about impoverished people they'd seen, I would feel bad, but I guess I never realized just how bad some situations were. This trip helped me see just how bad and how real it was. It made me see that poverty isn't something that is happening hundreds of miles away, but something that is happening so near to home.
My week officially began on a Monday when I had to wake up at 6:15 a.m. After breakfast, my group headed out to our work site. Our job was making bunk beds for kids who were currently sleeping on the ground. We measured, cut, sanded, drilled, stained, and assembled a total of 10 sets of bunk beds. Making the bunk beds was one of the most rewarding things I have ever done...especially when it came time to deliver them to the families who so desperately needed them. On one of the deliveries, I met an 8 year old girl, named Heidi, and her siblings. Getting to interact with the kids was such a cool experience, as was seeing their faces light up like it was Christmas morning when they saw their bunk bed. I loved having been a part of that smile. I loved being able to be the hands and feet of God to that family. It was so humbling and rewarding and it really makes me thankful for everything God has provided me with.