After my meeting with the elderly man and while we waited for the rest of the team to arrive, I moved eight 42 lb bags of concrete mix from our secure area to the area were our local concrete team was mixing. Then I accompanied the leader of the community’s daughter up the street to get water. The water “truck” as we would call it; well it really isn’t exactly a truck. It’s more like a cart or Ryder red wagon with two 21” bicycle tires on the front axles, a 30 to 40 gallon plastic barrel on top, and a bicycle on the back that normally provides the propulsion; except the chain was missing. I pushed the contraption to the water source and back; probably 125 yards one way. So far, in two days, we’ve made six trips; I’ve made two. It pushes fairly easily except when you hit one of those many large rocks in the street and then you have to hold on to keep it from turning over and losing your water. I remember as young boy drawing water from a well in the back yard and dragging it to my Grandmother in the kitchen. I also recalled pushing those blocking sleds during two-a-days in August when football season started.
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God bless ya’ll today. It is exciting to read your blog and hear what God is doing in and through you there in Peru. Praying for you this morning and throughout the rest of your trip.
So glad that the blog has finally updates. It is great to hear what the Lord is doing through the Peru Mission Team. I will keep praying for all of you.
Love, Crystal