On my last ride over I battled with the Holy Spirit for why I felt such a need to come this particular time. I had been a few times before and knew the routine, buying fruit at the market, then going into the actual dump, handing it out and asking people if we could pray for them; but keeping in mind that the men and women are working so to be respectful. Earlier that morning and even the previous night I felt a tug on my heart that I should be at the dump. It's not like I didn't want to go because I did but I wanted to go to another ministry during that same time. I also knew how difficult was going to be, it is always really hard to see people digging through trash.
Sitting in the seat, the Holy Spirit called to mind a deal I made with Him. The first time I went to the dump, the idea came to me to give away my shoes, so I said “hey if you remind me, I’ll gladly give them away.” Well He kept His end of the deal, so here I was faced the decision to keep mine. I was actually really excited and immediately begin to pray for Him to send the right person along.
So we finally arrived at the dump and broke into small groups to hand out fruit. My group quickly found a woman working alone. My co-intern, Natalie, begin to help this young lady search through the trash, holding up different items in order to figure out what she was looking for. After several minutes, the woman began to laugh because Natalie was picking up things that were of no use to her. While we helped her we learned that she was 16 years old and was there with her brothers. She also told us about her child and her aging mother who took care of the baby. I found myself praying “Lord, her?” No reply so I thought “well why not?” The next thing I knew my group was off to the next person and I was walking this beautiful young lady to the bus and taking off my old ratty boots.
I don’t remember her name but I do remember the lesson the Lord taught me that day. Humility. I was so humbled by that experience. Looking at her shoes worn ragged from use and covered in black tar from the dump; then thinking about how my own shoes would have eventually ended up in the trash.
These amazing people spend their days looking through what someone else considers trash to find a treasure. I suppose much like God, who looks at what the world throws away, gently picking it up, He takes us home to make us His treasure. Oh what value we have in Him!
P.S. Natalie did find stuff the young lady could use and eagerly gathered as much of it as she could.
Me and a little girl from the children's ministry there
P.S.S. I'm back at CIU (Columbia International University) for one last time. That's right I'm a senior! and quite honestly so not ready for this whole being an adult thing. (haha) But here we go ready or not senior year here I come fully armed with the strength of my Savior.












