No words are enough

There truly are no words that can even begin to explain this week. This is my third missions trip and for every trip dan and dave (for mexico) have always told us to be prepared to be flexible. On the previous trips everything was as planned. For mexico, our saying was it can never get tough enough for us to complain. This week that was really put into practice. Whether it was getting frustrated with the rooms or not showering or not having enough food, there was no complaining. When we first came down it was 180 and ignite. Now when were leaving its one group of kids who love the lord and love eachother.

One of the most eye opening moment for me was wednesday when we were doing our prayer walk. Monday night we worked with the homeless people and everywhere you walked downtown nashville there is at least one homeless person if not more. I never really thought about it until wednesday afternoon. We were driving around the block waiting for dan to get our fried pickles and there was a line of maybe 50 to 75 homeless people waiting for lunch and it was about to start storming. It broke my heart to see all those people there and it broke my heart the worst knwowing there was nothing i could do. How many times do we complain because we dont like dinner, were cold, we want new clothes, or were bored? That is there entire life and yet when they were waiting for lunch and even monday they were laughing and having fun. Not only that, but they had every reason to be mad at god and they werent. It was amazing and i cant wait to see what else god has in store.

-kim kurtzweil