"How
are you doing?" It's a question we often get from Jess, sometimes we want to
open up and talk other times we don't, but we only get this question because
she cares.

The
other day I was just having one of those days. I got a few emails from home
church about a long time member of our community passing away. It made me
realize how much I've missed, how much I could miss, how life is something to
be cherished. It was the kind of day where I'm ready to be home, I question
whether or not I was even supposed to be here, and just begin to let everything
get to me. You would think that being faced with extreme poverty, with people
that have so many more true needs than I've ever had in my life would cure me
of having these moments but it certainly hasn't. The want for privacy (what is
that anyway??), to see all of the people that I love and have missed so much
during the last 7 months, and the all around comforts of home is overwhelming. When
ever I get to this point, I simply feel selfish.

Jess
didn't know any of this but that didn't stop her from sitting next to me and
scratching my back the way a mother would with a child for about an hour until
I fell asleep. How did I see God today? In a blonde curly haired blue eyed face
of a teammate.