We had arrived at our destination and our missionaries, Nicky and Janie, had pointed out our hotel, which was on the left hand side of the van. However, we did not stop. Instead, we went to the site where we would be working for the next four days. We pulled into a small town right outside of Ciudad Delicias. The town we had arrived at housed possibly a hundred people. It was breathtaking! Seeing poverty right before my own eyes. There were no roads, the houses were smaller than an average classroom, and children walked in the streets without shoes. The thing that caught my eye the most was the little kids, probably ten years old, smoking cigarettes. After we drove through the town and stopped to take a look at the church that we would be finishing, we all piled back into the vans and went to the pastor's house for his daughter's third birthday. It was similar to a huge block party. Kids were everywhere, bounce houses, loud music, and a piñata. I spotted a girl who stood out to me more than anyone else. All the other girls there were dressed up and looking pretty, while she was in jeans, a football t-shirt, tennis shoes, and was roughhousing with the boys. I was unaware of the special things God had in store for that little girl and me. .
We left the town that night and went back to our hotel, unpacked, and prepared ourselves for the journey to come in the next four days. The schedule was pretty simple. We started each day by waking up at six, leaving the hotel by seven, arriving at the town by seven thirty, working all day, and then returning to the hotel around five. The next day we woke up, ate breakfast, and climbed into the vans ready to begin our work in the town. When we got to the church, we had a short worship service, followed by a brief time for scripture. Once that was over, we broke into our groups, which consisted of a children's group, construction, and prayer station.
