This is summer. Groups are here. Several houses are being built every week. Each family that gets a house has a story. Nearly always the family gives thanks to God and says they have been praying for a new house. Some people have to pray longer than others.
In August 2007, when Tom Gilroy's group was here, we were distributing food to the houses near the dump entrance. We had never been to the dump. At that time, we thought some of those houses near the entrance were the worst thing we had ever seen. There was a house that stood out. Among the little shacks that were barely standing, was one with the words painted Dios es amor (God is love). I was amazed. Tears flowed from my eyes as I took a picture.
Yesterday, this little house got replaced. The man was so excited. He had most of the house torn down by the time the group arrived. Upon completion, he took some paint and wrote the same words on the side of his house.
Terri
Friday, July 15, 2011
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