And straight away you know you’re on a run-a-way train. There’s just no stopping now! You have the taste for them and you just know you’re going have to get another handfull and keep right on munching. Our family travelling to Mazatlan was the first handful of chips. It was amazing. I can’t even begin to describe how the whole experience impacted each and everyone one of us. From the merciless heat, to the gorgeous beaches, from the poverty in the colonias to the wealth in the Golden Zone (Zona Dorada) – Mazatlan is a place of extremes. I love how my kids noticed how happy the mexican children were – playing on the dirt road with no more than a wooden spinning top as their treasured toy. I love how they laughed and palyed together with these kids, finding their own way to communicate beyond English and Spanish! I love how Darren met a fisherman in his 70’s at dawn each morning as he went out for a surf, and slowly built a relationship out of conversation drawn with a stick in the sand. I love how I could make soup in the YWAM base kitchen with others and then join in in delivering it to the tired and weary fishermen as a gesture of kindness. So many memories impacting our souls forever. So, now we feel the need for that second handful of chips. Who were we kidding?! This was never going to be a one off trip! We have to go back! There’s more to do, more people to meet, more to see! This time we want to go back and build a house for a family. This time we want our friends to catch the thirst and desire and come with us! Who will join us? We have no idea! But it certainly feels like time – time to share the vision of building a home, time to see who is called to come? – Ange
You know when you taste that first hand full of potato chips
