Michael Williamson

I know it has been a while since I wrote my last blog. And I remember telling you that I would continue with all that had been going on, but most of that has been so overwhelming for me that I am still struggling to find the right way to put it all down in words. So, I’m just going to skip ahead and tell you what is going on now. I’ll try to come back to the rest of the story later.

You may have heard that due to the uncertainty of the situation in Cd. Juarez and with all of the news that has surrounded Mexico we redirected our youth group trips out of Chihuahua. Many chose to go to Puerto Penasco. So, T.J. and I have been here in Puerto Penasco for two weeks now.

It has been wonderful to been able to work with so many groups that have a commitment to serve no matter the risk. Out of all the groups that I have spoken with here only one said that that would have had canceled if we had not move them here.

That being said I am looking forward to April 8th so that I can go home and see my lovely wife and children. It is good to know though that Jackie has become so much a part of me and I of her that it is very difficult to be away this long. I love my family very much.

I had hoped with being here in Penasco, I would at least get to avoid the normal windstorms that we deal with and work through in Chihuahua, unfortunately that has not been the case. The wind here is terrible as well. Although I have gotten to take advantage of it from time to time and fly a kite that was sent out in a care package from San Diego. (Thank you to everyone who had a hand in that).

We have had a relatively easy trip so far, aside from a few snags. A minor car accident, one of our trucks broke down and was fixed in Phoenix, a participant broke his thumb. But the hardest to deal with by far was that we found out that the Juarez-Gonsalez family lost their thirteen-year-old son in an automobile accident the night before or group was scheduled to build their new home. T.J. had the difficult task of being the communicator to the family and he did a wonderful job. It was different from our normal work week to say the least. At a time when we normally would see a very happy and excited family, we instead watched as mother and father, sister and brother, aunt and uncle, and many other family members mourned the passing of a very young loved one. It was bittersweet. While we may have felt out of place and in the way the family was still glad we were there to provide their remaining five children a solid home. No matter how unimportant that felt to us at the time it was still appreciated by the family. By the end of the week I actually started to see some smiles on the faces of the children that lived there. This may be one of the most important homes we have ever built. I know that God is especially fond of this family, But then again I would have to say that about all the families we have built for. So, maybe they are all the most important homes we build.