Off to the work site. As we travel southward into the desert, the project manager informs us that mountain of beige powder on our left it is corroded battery acid. The family is a delight. Despite their poverty, their hearts glow with prosperity. While we are supposed to be sharing our faith with them, they seem to be sharing more with us.
Construction begins immediately.
By the end of the day, we have mixed several tons of concrete by hand and laid the foundation for their new home. The joy in my heart masks the pain in my back. At the worksite, we are reminded of the temporary nature of our discomfort. One of the Gonzalez boys is on the roof sweeping off sheet after sheet of the icy water that leaks through during every storm. We complete the roof and prepare the frame for stucco.