DAY TWENTY TWO

Sunday was a lazy day, I wasn't feeling the best, again. So I just laid around and read.
Thank God, I think this sickness has finally seen its days!
Monday I went and worked with the Jicaro project, and had dinner with the roommates.

(here is a link to my pictures
http://s1184.photobucket.com/albums/z339/samanthammm/granada%20nicaragua/)

Today, we went to the dump again, and served the people. As I have talked about the dump before, its a hard place to explain. The people are hardened, but still smile. Have hard stories, but are still able to laugh.
And today, as we are driving into the dump, I had so many thoughts in my head.
These people live in trash.
They work in trash.
They smell trash all the time.
But, isn't that where you and I are?
 This isn't our home, this isn't our place to "store" things. And isn't that great? Everything thing here can be taken away in an instance, and we have an eternal Love.
And then I had the thought, what if I lived here? What if I lived, and worked in this trash? Where would my faith be? Would I really be able to say how great God is, if I lived in this trash? We tend to look at the poor of the world, as a way that they have so much to change. So much that they NEED, that they have to HAVE.

Do they really?

James 2:5
Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom He promised those who love him?

Isn't that amazing? Isn't that great that those who are "poor" in earthly things, are rich in Heavenly things? Isn't that what we all strive for? Faith, and a relationship with God? To be like Christ? It made me look to those, and see how RICH they are. How we should all strive to have such a faith, where we can live without, but say how rich we are, because we have Jesus.