Softball mission impacts families in the Baja area
Friday, August 12, 2016
By Kelly Young
Softball mission impacts families in the Baja area

Until Next Time 

I have to be honest with you. I wasn't expecting to enjoy writing this blog as much as I have. It's been such a great way to reflect on each day and share each day with the people who made this trip possible. I have been dreading writing "Day 6," however, as today was the last day we got to spend with all of our new friends. But I'll save the sob story for the end. 

We started the day with house visits, riding around Colonet with Antonio (the Colonet pastor). We brought big bags of food to each family, visited with the families and prayed with each family. They were so grateful and excited to have us, but surely not as excited as we were to see them again.

We went to several homes, but two really stand out. The first was the home of two incredible artists (yes, same as last year) where we got the best souvenirs to take back home. And the second was the home of a family with three boys, the youngest of which has attended every event we've had this week. He has stolen our hearts!

But he is not the best part of this story, the oldest son is. The 18-year-old has been working all year to help provide for his family, but he has a passion for wanting to go back to school. His mom asked for us to pray that one day they would be able to have enough money to enroll him into high school.

Just before we left their home we provided the necessary funds to send him to high school. This may have been the best part of the entire week! 

After an incredible morning getting to know families of the church and helping in any way we could, it was back to the soccer stadium and the church grounds where we played with children and did crafts all afternoon.

We are sore and tired. We have blisters on our feet, but we wouldn't change it for anything! In fact, we would willingly stay out there all day and night kicking a soccer ball, throwing a Frisbee, or playing tag if that's what they wanted. We love these kids! 

We headed back to the beach for dinner and to our surprise, we brought many of the kids with us! We sat on towels and blankets in a big group as we ate talking like old friends.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't like old friends simply because of the language barrier, but we were teaching each other words in English and Spanish. We laughed more than I have laughed in a long time and we made fun of each other trying to pronounce words in the other language. The night was as perfect as a night could get. 

As we all know, however, all good things must come to an end. The good byes were a lot harder than I ever remembered. We weren't just a group that came to visit- we are a part of their family that was welcomed with open arms. There were tears from both parties, but in a weird way I am able to find joy in that. We made an impact on them, and they made an impact on us. Job well done. 

Mission groups will always tell you not to make promises to come back to the people you serve, especially the kids, because you don't want to upset them if you can't come. We didn't all necessarily promise to come back next year, but we all promised to see them again soon, whenever soon may be. And that is a promise I, personally, intend to keep. 

Next on the agenda is Ensenada Friday morning to be tourists for a short time before heading back to the United States for the night.

It is Thursday night. Our bags are almost packed. Our alarms are set to watch the sunrise, and we've taken the Advil to ease our sore muscles. When we pack up Friday, we will bring everything back, except for pieces of our hearts that will forever belong to our brothers and sisters in Christ here in Colonet and Diaz Ordaz. 

Until we see our families again,