More on Mexico

I have failed to keep posting stories about my trip to Mexico here on my blog. There are so many; treasures that I have stored up in my heart. How can words portray the sounds, sights, smells, and emotions that surround each moment?

The first experience I had while in Mexico was visiting the Squatter's Camp. There is a sewage canal running right through the camp and the smell is nasty. The roads would not pass and driveable here in the US, filled with glass shards and various other pieces of junk. The houses were built out of trash, literally. Homes were made from Pallets, tin and plastic scarps and scraps of wood. The dogs that roamed the streets were dirty, insect infected and skinnier than our loved pets. The yards of the house were filled with odds and ends; boxes, broken bicycles, trash, car parts, bits and pieces of wood and occasionally toys. Children didn't wear shoes and their clothes were mismatched and dirty. The people were beautiful. Smiles as big as their faces and waving as we passed by.

We went to the church that 2 Rivers built last year and worshiped God with our family in Mexico. These were the most wonderful people, warm and welcoming. We joined them in worship that Sunday morning and the ladies of the church prepared us a fabulous meal. We walked around the camp and I fell in love. I wanted to stay there the rest of our week in Matamoros. I believe that the Spirit of God was in that place and lived like a cloud amongst the people.

I met a lovely elderly women as we walked through the small village. She was the grandmother of a 17 year old boy that the group became friends with last year, Eddie. She was a small, yet feisty woman. As she came through the gate she yelled to hush her dogs who were barking. She welcomed us with a warm embrace on a day that the thermometer topped 100. SHe could barely contain her excitement to met the friends that Eddie had been talking about for a year. She talked with us for a few minutes and tears began to fill her eyes, she was telling us that we would she her next year because she was sick. SHe was in pain and hurting all of the time. She knew that her illness would take her life by next summer, yet she praised God and still loves Him beyond all else. She begged for us to pray for her and we did. As we walked away I prayed for my heart. My prayer was that one day when I am faced with my own illness and even my own death that I will praise Him. It was a moment that I will always treasure. I went to minster, and was ministered to.. Thank you sister. I pray that you continued to share your story until the day Jesus brings you Home.


This is Eddie, his grandmother and me.