So the first few days in Belize was spent, working with the youth and kids of the small church we were involved with, in Bullet Tree. We taught them a dance, a song and a memory verse, which they got the chance to perform in the weekend's Harvest Festival's services. But working with those kids meant more to me than just getting them to remember words of a song or moves to a dance. I know i have blogged about this, but the innocence and the unconditional nature of their love and joy, just overwhelmed me.
I met a 9 year old girl, exactly the person I needed at that point in time. She didn't talk much. Just when needed. And listened when I spoke (which, also wasn't much). She kept me a seat next to her in the bus everyday. She gave me tons of hugs, just because she could. And it wasn't like we were glued together from that point on, as it sometimes is with kids . When we were done enjoying each others company, even though sometimes silent company, she went to "run about" (as she would put it) and I would go my own way. It's like God just provided me the best friend I needed, seeing that my true best friend is in SA.
In the last few days we spent together, I got the chance to share some Truth with her. When I asked her if she understood, her explanation of the Scripture i read to her, just blew my mind. So simple, but so spot-on. I really get why God's Kingdom belongs to the children.
The second week in San Pedro was just like an island fantasy. It still hasn't sunk in. It's in cases like these that pictures do no justice to the real thing. But words fail even more.
In San Pedro I was reminded a little bit of my experience in the Kalahari. Because having church in San Pedro meant bringing you camping chair and gathering on a piece of land where 4 walls were yet to be put up. Worshiping the Lord with praise and praying for one another, under the stars, was an AWESOME experience. (although that was amazing). What touched me the most was the fact that the pastor of the church invited a group of missionaries to come stay in her home and feed them, all while she has just over a week or two until the bank takes her house from her. She actually asked the bank if she could keep the house a little bit longer, so we could stay there for a week. On the one side it made me angry. Angry because I HATED them suffering and still wanting to bless us, who in the first place had more than them at our own homes. But I do realize, that God promises great rewards for those who bless His people. Still it was a hard pill for me to swallow. But I pray that God may bless them in abundance.
A memory that definitely ranks in my top 5, was when I and one of my team mates ran with a flag saying "Choose Jesus", through a festival where Jesus was definitely not the main topic being spoken about. I had chills from the moment we started jogging with the flag, until we returned home, especially hearing people read the words out loud as we run past.
Blessed in Belize?
Definitely.
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