Extreme poverty bothered me so much, that I felt like being in it, smelling and tasting it, would easily defeat my spirit. I think I never wanted to TRULY see and feel how the chains of poverty destroyed hope and joy.
So far in this journey, I have yet to feel defeat. I have yet to feel dismay. I have now sat in the homes of two families who barely have means to survive with basic supplies. Life here is constant work to provide basic needs that I have NEVER even had to think about, ever.
In the midst of sights that words don't do justice, I keep seeing peace, joy and love of His people. Karen Allen said 'there's no personal space here with these people'.....
What's the difference?
The difference is Jesus.