In March, I had the privilege to go on a mission trip to Guatemala. My husband and I left the kids with grandma and went for a week to work with a church outside of Quetzaltenango, Guatemala.
Our group was split into two teams. One team went to a village to build an addition onto a local school. The other team (the one my husband and I were on) spent the day in a rural village where we partnered with a local church. We spent the day sharing the gospel, loving on, and supporting this community. In the afternoons, we held a vacation bible school for the children. We started the week with about 50 kids and ended the week with well over 100.
Any of you that know me know that I am a homebody and don’t leave my children very often. But, we had such a peace about being there and knew that we were there for a reason. My peace really was an answer to the prayers of many. In fact, even my six year old son said through teary eyes, “Mom, I don’t want you to go, but I know that God does.”
It was such and amazing, yet humbling experience. The people that we thought we were going to bless, ended up blessing me in ways that I will never forget. Their passion, generosity, and love have touched my heart.
Of course, I brought my camera. The country and its people are beautiful……….
This is a picture of our team and the team from the local church minus the construction crew and me (I’m behind the camera). Mi Hermanos!
