After a morning of menial tasks such as laundry and cleaning, it felt normal to just pack a lunch and head down the road to the lake with the youth we had befriended over the last five weeks, to hang out and enjoy the sun. It was also the first time I didn't feel like a foreigner despite the language barrier. We usually have each event planned weeks ahead of time and involves only our group of six; this event didn't require a formal title or leader, there was no debriefing at the end, and no one seemed to watch the time.
When the kids jump all over you and splash water in your face, you don't mind because they yell your name in their little Spanish accent and it's all worth it. Some how, beyond the odds, we've crossed over an invisible line into their world, it's a line some missionaries never step over. We've become family, despite our skin colors and languages, there is complete acceptance. I can't take them out of their world and its not what God wants me to do, but I can step into their world and even though they may still have go back to a rough home life, the rainbow in the sky is a promise to us that He goes with us.
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