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Korah Trash Dump

Man digging for food.

I heard a team member say as we were leaving,

 "This must be what hell is like." 

That still gives me goosebumps and rings in my ears...

I am home.  Exhausted, emotional, suffering from jet-lag, and in awe of what I saw.  We did so many things in such a short amount of time.  We traveled to Korah, the trash dump community.  I saw a man digging through trash, trying to find something to eat, with my very own eyes.  I watched a man with no fingers, lost through leprosy, weaving a mat, trying to make a living, to provide for his family.  I saw a man, trying to cross the road through CRAZY traffic, running, using only his hands, since he can't stand up.  I played with orphans.

Look at the excitement of the girl on the left! 

Her turn to get a new dress is next!

I traveled to the top of a Mountain, to pass out dresses to little girls.  I watched boys fight over a single dress.  I was reminded again, that when you have nothing, you will fight for anything.  We went to a common known place where kids play soccer, so we could pass out new soccer balls, with a hope we could play too.  Only to learn they were too worried if they put it down, someone might grab it, and they would lose their new ball.  Mental note:  Bring more balls!  One for everyone!

No one was going to get this girl's ball!

We passed out water, granola bars, candy.  I got to meet a blogger lady!  It was a little God-twist with my trip.  I have followed this lady's blog for 2 years now, and we just happened to show up in the same place!

My heart swelled with love.  My heart broke with love.  I cried.  I smiled.  I laughed.  I trembled with sadness.  I grieved.  I cried tears of joy.  I was humbled.  I was angry.   I was excited.  I was shocked by God's mercy.  All in just 10 days. 

I kissed an orphan boys palm of his hand.  And then I closed it.  Then I had him kiss my palm, and he closed it.  Then I explained that way we will always be together.  Whenever we miss each other, we just have to hold our fist tight and feel the love from the other.  Our little handful of kisses.  My heart swelled with love.  My heart broke with love.  I made bead necklaces, I facepainted, and I fell in love. I broke my own heart, because I fell in love so deeply with this one boy. I gave all I could to those children, in the one single week I was with them.

I have every intention of going over every part of my trip, but for now, I am just too emotionally exhausted.  Oh, yeah and jet-lagged.