Notes from Nicaragua: Part 2

Nicaragua: July 2006
This trip was what I like to call a "relationship building while doing construction and team building" trip. I'm not sure of the official name, but that is what I call it. We were painting, fixing plumbing issues, electrical issues, etc.
I was on the painting team.
According to Hottie, that was the only team I barely qualified for.
Whatever.
I can paint.
And, I did!
A lot.
I hung out with a few local ladies, painting alongside them.
We spoke some Spanish.
We spoke no English.
I learned a lot!
Of Spanish.
Francie was Francella's mom.
We painted and tried to share stories of our girls.
While we didn't live in the same type houses, drive the same kind of cars, have the same type of kitchen appliances (or plumbing for that matter), we still shared a love for our daughters. We had similar stories.
Similar hopes.
Similar dreams.
And
the same kind of LOVE for them.
As moms, our hearts connected, breaking through language barriers, cultural barriers and material barriers.
We had daughters.
I made a friend that trip.
One that will always remind me that no matter where I am in the world, God made other moms with the same love for their child as I have for mine.