I have never ever seen poverty like this before. The houses, the filth, and in the midst of it all
with faces like these.
And then we left them. Smiling and waving and running back for an extra hug. Todd and I stopped on the way out to pray for Christina who had been badly bitten by a dog the day before.
I held back tears the entire time we were in Belin.
I did not bring my camera into Belin. The picture above was taken by one of our team. We were warned of those in Belin who would steal things like cameras and phones. I did not want to risk my camera being stolen. So I got no pictures there. However the pictures will forever be in my heart.
- The dark faces
- Dark eyes
- Shy smiles
- The butterfly
- The dog who'd lost a leg very recently. Open and raw
- Mounds of trash
- The people
- Tin roof after tin roof
- Sleeping people under houses
- The sandals on their feet
- Babies, more babies
- Sweet faces peering out screenless glassless windows.
- The boy who wanted me to get the gum from his hair. I tried. I could not.
- The little boy with all that curly dark hair
- The little girls who I so much wanted to hold- but they were too leery of a strange white woman
We had lunch when we returned to the mission. Arroz y frijoles --Rice and Beans and a Cucumber tomato salad with lemon.
It was really good. I think it was my favorite meal while we were there. I kept thinking about those children though while I ate. Knowing they would LOVE to have some.