DR 2007
One of my fondest memories while on missions in the Dominican Republic takes place at the Haitian village. It was the end of a long day and the sun was setting. We all held hands with the children there and walked in a circle as we sang songs. I remember there was so much joy in that place. Even though, it had rained earlier, there was mud everwhere, the villagers lived off of almost nothing, we were all tired and hungry and sweaty and sticky, it was so joyous to be able to be together. We were only with them for a few hours but I swear all of us could stayed there forever. This is the only picture we have of that occasion because all of our cameras died. Literally no one on the team had a working camera. We were able to snap this one shot before ours died on us too. But that memory is imprinted in our hearts forever. I often think about the people we met over there and wonder how they're doing and if they even remember us. What I do remember from that trip was that God's love abounds everywhere. EVERYWHERE. And that, that awesome love never ceases to amaze me.