What would you do with $7,000?

By: Tiara Menjivar

I asked myself as I sat down in front of three buckets to wash my laundry by hand.

The power went out. Couldn’t charge my computer, unable to work on anything. Sat and talked to the team and heard their stories in the dark. The water won’t run. Not surprised.

Crammed vans. Dirt rocky roads that hurt your back as you bounce along for an hour and a half.Expensive travel to the middle of nowhere. Laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Made it to the refugee camps. No power. Not until we had the generator for a few hours three days later. Toilets? No. You get a hole in the ground. Start squatting. Don’t look up, there’s a roach.

Beds? No. Thin mattress on the ground, stifling hot room, sleeping with the door open so we can breathe. Mosquito bites? Yes… you can connect the dots on my body.

Heat, dust everywhere. Can’t wait for my next appointment with a bucket of water and a cup… a shower… a pleasant thought. 
Yes. I wore this outfit three days in a row. 
No mirror… for days.
Nauseated by heat… I have no desire to eat.

Talking to the refugees. Hearing their stories, the obstacles they face. 
Listening. Asking questions. Learning. Trying to understand in my limited experience.

Praying with the team. Asking the Lord to lead us. 
Praying for people. Sitting with them, a journey of discovery.

Talking about stories. Learning from the team of creatives I’m surrounded by. 
Thinking and dreaming of possibilities.

If you had told me a year ago… that I would have to raise $7,000 to be a part of a project with conditions like this, I would have called you crazy to think I’d be crazy enough to do something like that.

But here I am, first time in Africa, in the middle of nowhere (it’s a feat to get out here) and I wouldn’t trade this God ordained mission for the world.

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