I remember lying in my bunkbed while it rained later in the week and thinking about those families. What would the night hold for them? How much of the dirt that held their homes on that precarious hillside would wash away?
Today, I had the opportunity to witness the destruction of the rains. I was so excited to visit the ghetto again. I wanted to see Juanita, the President, and visit the families. My mind was already swirling with ideas about playing with the children and capturing my experiences through photos. Today would be the chance for me to learn more about their lives than I could have understood merely by listening.
|The chicken also sought shelter inside.|
Reality...this wasn't my home, I got to leave. We began the long assent from the bottom of ghetto and rounded a corner to find their greatest fear. The rains had already caused a small mudslide to start. On the steps was a pile of dirt. Above was the corner post of a house just hanging over the edge where dirt once held it. Their fear is real. Any rain has the opportunity to wash away their homes, cause them loss, and endanger their lives.
Many times, I have decried the fact that I don't have a garage. Every time I open the mudroom door and see rain and utter the words "stay under the porch as long as you can" to the kids I silently curse our half width porch roof that is more of a nuisance than a help. Wow am I spoiled! Even when it floods and the fields are covered, our house is usually spared. Even if the house flooded, we have flood insurance.
My rainy afternoon just made me remember that I am blessed beyond my own imagination. It is my job to make sure that I keep my own life in perspective and be a blessing to others in need.
Luke 12:48 "From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked."