I know. Two blog posts from me in the same day. Some people might claim it’s a sign of the Second Coming. Alas, no.
This summer, ER hosted two of what we call our “house teams”. These amazing teams raise funds to build a house for a family from our Zambiza dump program, and then they come down here, roll up their sleeves and build it. They learn to lay concrete block, dig trenches for sewer lines (twice, for this house!), put in tile, install sinks and tubs and toilets…
Today Dan and I went out to the house site to see the team dedicate the house to the family…and the family to the Lord. There really are no words to describe seeing a family that had been living in a 10′ x 10′ room receive the keys to their very own house. To see them walk through the door, knowing that everything in the house is theirs. It’s clean and bright, and the pantry is stocked, and there are shoes and clothes and toys in the little girls’ room and towels in the bathroom and a sofa and chair in the living room, and a dining room table and chairs where they can sit down as a family and eat together every night.
I love being at home. I can only imagine how much more I would love being at home if I had never had one before. I love having my things organized and “just so”. I love thinking about Maria tonight, and how she is getting to organize her new things, and have them “just so”. How she and her husband David will tuck their two little girls into their own beds, under their brand new comforters, and for the first time in their lives those little girls HAVE beds…not just beds, but their OWN beds. Maria and David had never had a bed. Tonight, they have a bed. In a proper master bedroom.
As I write this, the team is on their way to the airport. Their work here is done, and they are heading home. I watched tonight as they said goodbye to the people that they had worked alongside all week–Paul and Susan, Jose and Teresa, Ben and Lindsey, Ricardo and Luis. There were so many tears being shed. As I looked around, I remembered that I’ve been where they are. I’ve led missions trips. Fallen in love with people. Had to leave and return “home”. Tonight, I was reminded again how the Lord brought us down here, and how this has become home. We don’t have to stay here–we get to stay here. We are so privileged to be a part of what happens here, not just when the teams are on the ground, but all year round.
Home. Sweet. Home.