I was suddenly jerked awake by the rudeness of the dirt road that seemed to stretch on forever. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window and to my surprise I saw my home state of New Mexico… Or at least what looked like New Mexico. Somewhere along our 20+ hour bus ride we had gone from beautiful green mountains and breathtaking water falls to cactus, cactus and more dusty cactus. It was so hot that you could see the blur above the ground that is caused by the scorching heat waves, but luckily I was safely tucked in an air-conditioned bus… for the moment. This dry and thirsty desert with nothing but cactus and sand was nothing like the Colombia I was used to so I knew we had to be in Guajira. I was correct we were near a little town called Uribia where half of our team would be staying to work in a Rancheria (a small village literally in the middle of nowhere where little Wayuu communities live).
I looked to my right to see Paola sleeping like a rock in the seat next to me. I felt from the moment that I met Paola that God wanted to show her His love on this trip. Every time she talked about God, she seemed unsure and a bit tired of hearing the same Jesus story. When I “happened” to sit next to her on the bus I thought “What a great opportunity to share the Lord with probably the only unbeliever on the team” but God had other plans. As crazy as it sounds the moment I started talking to Paola I felt the Holy Spirit telling me not to try to “evangelize her” but to show her love through action and not words. So during the rest of the trip I decided I would just love on her and show her through action that everything she has been told a hundred or more times was real. I will come back to her in a bit because the story doesn’t end there ☺. We still had a bit to go before getting to Manaure, which is where I would be serving in another Rancheria called Arroyo de Limon, so I decided to pull out my new book, A love Worth gGiving by Max Lucado. I totally recommend this book to everyone haha. I started to read the first chapter and it talked about how love is patient. Basically in less eloquent words it is about how God is so patient with you that by accepting and remembering that, you can love others by being patient with them. It was exactly what I needed for this long week because if anything else I was going to need a lot of patience.
As we finally pulled into our destination I thought that perhaps we were going to crash into the ditch on the side of the road because all you could see for miles was dirt road with walls of 8-foot tall cactus and brush and we seemed to be heading right for those walls but apparently there was a tiny little trail off to the side of the road that lead to the Rancheria hidden in the desert cactus forest. The moment I stepped out of the bus I was blasted by the 115 degree heat and sand carried by strong gusts of wind that never seem to stop. The first thing I noticed about Arroyo Limon were the houses… the “houses” is what a spoiled girl from the United States would call them (I’m talking about me lol) Their houses are made from sticks and mud plastered together with a tin roof, well sometimes it is tin and others it is just more sticks and mud. Those are the nicer houses; the others are four to six small trees holding up a stick roof and that’s it, no walls or anything just a hammock to sleep in and a little fireplace. We spent the first day, Sunday afternoon, building a shelter and setting up our hammocks. The pastor of the Wayuu church, who is Wayuu himself, came with his family and the other leaders to greet us. Something I find very interesting and awesome about the Wayuu is that they are big on greeting every single person and shaking everyone’s hand individually and it is important for them to make eye contact. We spent the rest of the evening talking to some of the families that lived near by, which was a challenge because only 10% of the children speak Spanish and about half of the adults but as we always say on mission trips “Love is not bound by language or race.”
Monday morning was interesting to say the least. We woke up at 5am and after 20+ hours in a bus and a night sleeping outside all the girls were eager to shower. Being as it is desert, water in Guajira is, as the Wayuu pastor put it, gold. There is no electricity in these Rancherias let alone running water. We were supplied with two giant water tanks that were supposed to last us the rest of the week and in order to “shower” one had to take a bucket, fill it with water, carry it to the outdoor tarp shelter that was our bathroom and hire someone to watch over the door while you dumped little cups of water on your head. The first few times are fun but it requires a lot of patience by the third try. After showers, devotions and breakfast we started our activities with the kiddos. Kids from all over the community (even ones that had to walk quite a bit to get there) came to hear about Jesus through playing games, craft making and theater shows. I spent the first day helping take care of the babies who were too little to participate. The Wayuu are very serious and rarely show emotion so it was a bit difficult in the beginning to connect with the mothers and get them comfortable enough to let us hold the little ones but we finally found a translator and began talking to them about their lives and about Mochilas (handmade purses that they make and sell to earn money, they are beautiful and usually rather expensive in Bogota and other big cities). One of those little cuties passed out in my arms and I held him for a few hours, the Wayuu say that when a baby falls asleep on you they have adopted you as their mom so they were all telling me “Oh you have a new son” haha. When we had finished all the activities we had lunch and rested for a bit before the teenagers arrived. Every morning we spent with the little kids and every evening after lunch we played sports and shared with the teenagers. Playing sports in 115 degree weather can be quite challenging especially if you are used to living in Bogota climate, which is usually chilly and rainy, but we made it through and had a great time jumping rope, playing Chicle (a classic Colombian jump string game) and playing volleyball.
At night all the kids from the neighboring houses show up to play and see what little snacks or things that they could get. This is another time when “Love is patient” was always in my mind. After a long day I was ready to relax when all of a sudden three little heads popped up in the dark beside my hammock. One little girl, who was an artist at getting her way through being cute, kept touching every single thing I had with me and telling me in broken Spanish “This is so nice… give it to me” haha. These cute little kids asked for everything from hats and blankets to even our shoes. But the one thing that they crave above all else is water. I was told by the Wayuu pastor’s niece Monica that their only water supply was a river but that it had dried up three years ago and since then the communities in Manaure had been suffering greatly because of the lack of fresh water. This really broke my heart because normally little kids want toys and candy and soda where as these little kids were literally begging for just a swallow of one of life’s basic necessities, clean water. At all times there were at least 5-10 kids hanging out near the ice cooler that held our only drinking water supply in hopes that whenever someone came for a drink they would be able to beg a swallow or two. It is even harder that most times we had to say no to the crowds and secretly give water to a few because there was just not enough to go around. But thankfully I do believe that each one at some point got a little bit and they received all the extra food and juice packs that we could spare.
The days that followed we continued with our activities and sports with the help of a few Wayuu translators. One in particular was a 14-year-old girl named Lina. She was very serious and seemed to be at least 17-18 but she loved volunteering and was an amazing help during the Jesus skits and the worship time. We began to build relationships with the people and exchange items from our different cultures and I have to say despite the cold windy nights, the bucket showers and the constant wind covering everybody in hot sand, I really felt the love of the Lord in that place and I could see Him in the faces of these hardened people who live in these harsh conditions everyday. I could see Him when the children would clap for Maneiwa (the Wayuu word for God) during worship. I could see Him in the kitchen where the women worked tirelessly to cook for us and prepare our meals without complaint of the suffocating heat from the wood fire and were always ready to greet us and serve us with a smile. I could see Him during the Wayuu church service that was held outside every night as the people would raise their hands and sing to Maneiwa with tears in their eyes and a song in their hearts. I could see Him during one of our morning devotions when Paola (from the beginning of the story) told us that she had never felt the love of the Lord like she was feeling from us and that she saw such a wonderful example of him shining through each of the people there and that it strengthened her faith in Him.
I could see Him in Lina as she and I played together on our “day off” by the beach and ran and laughed together. She told me the next day before we left that she had never had so much fun in her life and was going to miss me very much as she cried on my shoulder and I on hers. I could also see Jesus the night before we left when all the people came up to us and cried tears of sorrow and joy… They never cry… but they cried for us and told us that God had brought their communities together for the first time through us and thanked us a hundred times for sharing Jesus with them and their children. I saw Jesus as they gathered together with us to dance and worship Maneiwa with the whole group until 1:00 a.m. in the morning. I saw Jesus in the faces of the most needy and poverty stricken indigenous community in Colombia who opened their doors and their hearts to us and I will never in my life forget what that looks like. We always think that we are going to serve and to love and to receive. But it never ceases to amaze me that no matter how many mission trips I go on or how many hotel hells that I visit or how many orphanages I serve in, it is always me who gets served and loved and receives more that I could ever give.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me during this trip and during my time here in Colombia. It has been such a blessing to see Christ in the nations and to be able to receive his love in even the driest and most desolate places in the world. Please, please pray for Guajira and all the precious people who are starving for food and water but most importantly the love of Jesus. I am planning to go back to Guajira as often as I can and see what else God has for me there. There are so many other things I could tell that cannot fit in a blog but I hope to be able to share this blessing with others who may also come with me to see for themselves someday.
“A psalm of David, regarding a time when David was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water.” Psalm 63:1
I was suddenly jerked awake by the rudeness of the dirt road that seemed to stretch on forever. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window and to my surprise I saw my home state of New Mexico… Or at least what looked like New Mexico. Somewhere along our 20+ hour bus ride we had gone from beautiful green mountains and breathtaking water falls to cactus, cactus and more dusty cactus. It was so hot that you could see the blur above the ground that is caused by the scorching heat waves, but luckily I was safely tucked in an air-conditioned bus… for the moment. This dry and thirsty desert with nothing but cactus and sand was nothing like the Colombia I was used to so I knew we had to be in Guajira. I was correct we were near a little town called Uribia where half of our team would be staying to work in a Rancheria (a small village literally in the middle of nowhere where little Wayuu communities live).
I looked to my right to see Paola sleeping like a rock in the seat next to me. I felt from the moment that I met Paola that God wanted to show her His love on this trip. Every time she talked about God, she seemed unsure and a bit tired of hearing the same Jesus story. When I “happened” to sit next to her on the bus I thought “What a great opportunity to share the Lord with probably the only unbeliever on the team” but God had other plans. As crazy as it sounds the moment I started talking to Paola I felt the Holy Spirit telling me not to try to “evangelize her” but to show her love through action and not words. So during the rest of the trip I decided I would just love on her and show her through action that everything she has been told a hundred or more times was real. I will come back to her in a bit because the story doesn’t end there ☺. We still had a bit to go before getting to Manaure, which is where I would be serving in another Rancheria called Arroyo de Limon, so I decided to pull out my new book, A love Worth gGiving by Max Lucado. I totally recommend this book to everyone haha. I started to read the first chapter and it talked about how love is patient. Basically in less eloquent words it is about how God is so patient with you that by accepting and remembering that, you can love others by being patient with them. It was exactly what I needed for this long week because if anything else I was going to need a lot of patience. 
As we finally pulled into our destination I thought that perhaps we were going to crash into the ditch on the side of the road because all you could see for miles was dirt road with walls of 8-foot tall cactus and brush and we seemed to be heading right for those walls but apparently there was a tiny little trail off to the side of the road that lead to the Rancheria hidden in the desert cactus forest. The moment I stepped out of the bus I was blasted by the 115 degree heat and sand carried by strong gusts of wind that never seem to stop. The first thing I noticed about Arroyo Limon were the houses… the “houses” is what a spoiled girl from the United States would call them (I’m talking about me lol) Their houses are made from sticks and mud plastered together with a tin roof, well sometimes it is tin and others it is just more sticks and mud. Those are the nicer houses; the others are four to six small trees holding up a stick roof and that’s it, no walls or anything just a hammock to sleep in and a little fireplace. We spent the first day, Sunday afternoon, building a shelter and setting up our hammocks. The pastor of the Wayuu church, who is Wayuu himself, came with his family and the other leaders to greet us. Something I find very interesting and awesome about the Wayuu is that they are big on greeting every single person and shaking everyone’s hand individually and it is important for them to make eye contact. We spent the rest of the evening talking to some of the families that lived near by, which was a challenge because only 10% of the children speak Spanish and about half of the adults but as we always say on mission trips “Love is not bound by language or race.” 
Monday morning was interesting to say the least. We woke up at 5am and after 20+ hours in a bus and a night sleeping outside all the girls were eager to shower. Being as it is desert, water in Guajira is, as the Wayuu pastor put it, gold. There is no electricity in these Rancherias let alone running water. We were supplied with two giant water tanks that were supposed to last us the rest of the week and in order to “shower” one had to take a bucket, fill it with water, carry it to the outdoor tarp shelter that was our bathroom and hire someone to watch over the door while you dumped little cups of water on your head. The first few times are fun but it requires a lot of patience by the third try. After showers, devotions and breakfast we started our activities with the kiddos. Kids from all over the community (even ones that had to walk quite a bit to get there) came to hear about Jesus through playing games, craft making and theater shows. I spent the first day helping take care of the babies who were too little to participate. The Wayuu are very serious and rarely show emotion so it was a bit difficult in the beginning to connect with the mothers and get them comfortable enough to let us hold the little ones but we finally found a translator and began talking to them about their lives and about Mochilas (handmade purses that they make and sell to earn money, they are beautiful and usually rather expensive in Bogota and other big cities). One of those little cuties passed out in my arms and I held him for a few hours, the Wayuu say that when a baby falls asleep on you they have adopted you as their mom so they were all telling me “Oh you have a new son” haha. When we had finished all the activities we had lunch and rested for a bit before the teenagers arrived. Every morning we spent with the little kids and every evening after lunch we played sports and shared with the teenagers. Playing sports in 115 degree weather can be quite challenging especially if you are used to living in Bogota climate, which is usually chilly and rainy, but we made it through and had a great time jumping rope, playing Chicle (a classic Colombian jump string game) and playing volleyball. 
At night all the kids from the neighboring houses show up to play and see what little snacks or things that they could get. This is another time when “Love is patient” was always in my mind. After a long day I was ready to relax when all of a sudden three little heads popped up in the dark beside my hammock. One little girl, who was an artist at getting her way through being cute, kept touching every single thing I had with me and telling me in broken Spanish “This is so nice… give it to me” haha. These cute little kids asked for everything from hats and blankets to even our shoes. But the one thing that they crave above all else is water. I was told by the Wayuu pastor’s niece Monica that their only water supply was a river but that it had dried up three years ago and since then the communities in Manaure had been suffering greatly because of the lack of fresh water. This really broke my heart because normally little kids want toys and candy and soda where as these little kids were literally begging for just a swallow of one of life’s basic necessities, clean water. At all times there were at least 5-10 kids hanging out near the ice cooler that held our only drinking water supply in hopes that whenever someone came for a drink they would be able to beg a swallow or two. It is even harder that most times we had to say no to the crowds and secretly give water to a few because there was just not enough to go around. But thankfully I do believe that each one at some point got a little bit and they received all the extra food and juice packs that we could spare.
The days that followed we continued with our activities and sports with the help of a few Wayuu translators. One in particular was a 14-year-old girl named Lina. She was very serious and seemed to be at least 17-18 but she loved volunteering and was an amazing help during the Jesus skits and the worship time. We began to build relationships with the people and exchange items from our different cultures and I have to say despite the cold windy nights, the bucket showers and the constant wind covering everybody in hot sand, I really felt the love of the Lord in that place and I could see Him in the faces of these hardened people who live in these harsh conditions everyday. I could see Him when the children would clap for Maneiwa (the Wayuu word for God) during worship. I could see Him in the kitchen where the women worked tirelessly to cook for us and prepare our meals without complaint of the suffocating heat from the wood fire and were always ready to greet us and serve us with a smile. I could see Him during the Wayuu church service that was held outside every night as the people would raise their hands and sing to Maneiwa with tears in their eyes and a song in their hearts. I could see Him during one of our morning devotions when Paola (from the beginning of the story) told us that she had never felt the love of the Lord like she was feeling from us and that she saw such a wonderful example of him shining through each of the people there and that it strengthened her faith in Him.
I could see Him in Lina as she and I played together on our “day off” by the beach and ran and laughed together. She told me the next day before we left that she had never had so much fun in her life and was going to miss me very much as she cried on my shoulder and I on hers. I could also see Jesus the night before we left when all the people came up to us and cried tears of sorrow and joy… They never cry… but they cried for us and told us that God had brought their communities together for the first time through us and thanked us a hundred times for sharing Jesus with them and their children. I saw Jesus as they gathered together with us to dance and worship Maneiwa with the whole group until 1:00 a.m. in the morning. I saw Jesus in the faces of the most needy and poverty stricken indigenous community in Colombia who opened their doors and their hearts to us and I will never in my life forget what that looks like. We always think that we are going to serve and to love and to receive. But it never ceases to amaze me that no matter how many mission trips I go on or how many hotel hells that I visit or how many orphanages I serve in, it is always me who gets served and loved and receives more that I could ever give. 
Thank you to everyone who has supported me during this trip and during my time here in Colombia. It has been such a blessing to see Christ in the nations and to be able to receive his love in even the driest and most desolate places in the world. Please, please pray for Guajira and all the precious people who are starving for food and water but most importantly the love of Jesus. I am planning to go back to Guajira as often as I can and see what else God has for me there. There are so many other things I could tell that cannot fit in a blog but I hope to be able to share this blessing with others who may also come with me to see for themselves someday.