There really is so much to say about this migrant camp. I feel like I could write post after post about what I saw and experienced at this place, but this will be the last post I write about the migrant camp.
The people as a whole were very happy. They were not bitter toward their situation, and most of them that I had the opportunity to talk with, shared with me that their current living conditions were the best they had ever had. The children were very loving, and the women opened up their homes and hearts freely to us. Overall, they were a very gracious group of people.
The Children at Risk school decided to have a coffee time with the mothers to investigate different issues in the community, and to build relationships with them. While the mothers were having coffee, their children were playing with other members of the team. I asked one little girl if she had invited her mother yet, and she told me that she was at work. I asked her if her aunt could come and she said that she was sick. So, I told some of the team who was working with the mothers and they went with the little girl to her house to bring her coffee and pray with her. The 2 team-members shared with me that it was an incredible experience, and that as they went to pray for this women, they realized she had zero knowledge of Christ. So, in the little house they tried to explain to her as best the could that there is a God that loves her and died for her sins and wants to have a relationship with her.
This opened our eyes, and helped us change our purpose of being there. The next day we asked the kids that we had been playing with to take us to their houses to pray with their families. Many of them were open and receptive. I went to a 16 year old mother's house (she looked much, much older) and prayed for her and her situation. She begged for a Bible, and thankfully we had brought some to give away. She told me that she wanted to know God more, but she couldn't go to church because she had to work, and she hadn't been church since she had left her family and moved to the migrant camp years before. I felt a lot of hope for her as I prayed, and as I hugged this women I kept telling her that even in her most lonely moments, that God had promised that he would never leave her.
Overall, my experience at the migrant camp taught me a lot about myself. I was worried of how I would respond to living in the conditions, and if I could "handle" the hard work and living without modern conveniences. A few years ago, I was actually going to move to a community similar to the one we went to, but in Costa Rica. I ended up going to Honduras instead of Costa Rica, but have always wondered if I would have been able to live like them and with them. After being with them at the migrant camp, even though it was only a few short days, I know that if God would call me to live with a community like that one, that I could do it.