A story by Amber Rynearson about the first time she came to Oasis Boys Home with Caring Hearts Ministry.
I absolutely adore kids. It’s why I’m never down in my church’s main service, since I’m up working with everyone’s children; it’s why I want to be a teacher, and have wanted to since I was a kid myself; it’s why a majority of my job experience centers around children; and it is a large part of the reason I wanted to go to Mexico.
Let me take you back- more than a year ago, my youth pastor brought forth the concept of a group going to Mexico on a missions trip, and I had no doubt in mind that I would be a part of it. On July 13, I boarded a plane with my group and headed to, you guessed it, Mexico. When we arrived, we met the staff, and then, the boys at Oasis. I fell in love with their sweet demeanors instantly, despite the fact that I had no idea how to understand any of them. I remember specifically that we were going to play a huge group game of volleyball, but the problem was that a truck was in the way, and the owner was out of town, or something along those lines. The boys and our group was somehow able to move the truck by pushing, pulling, and some heavy lifting, so that we could all play together. We ended our last night the same way, with a volleyball game, that was so ridiculous. My brother, a gangly redhead, was running around with the boys tossing hats and rejoicing or chiding each other with every point won or lost. Both parties were shouting ridiculous things like “Feliz Navidad” despite the fact that it was the middle of July. It was camaraderie and bonding at it’s absolute finest.
These boys are amazing. Luis is the sweetest: Pedro and Alex had fidget spinners they wouldn’t put down: Roberto has a fiercely competitive spirit: Dany is a little joker: Enrico is quiet and kind. Each and every one of them deserves a life full of laughter and joy, but it is expensive. That is why Caring Hearts is looking for sponsors for each of them, to help provide for their needs. You wouldn’t just pay a little bit every month (sacrifice the nights out because you were too tired to cook, that’s about how much you could be giving), but the real kicker is that you get to know the boys through letters. It is the most humbling thing to see pain, hurt, sorrow, abject poverty, etcetera, but the amazing thing is that YOU can do something about it, starting with these boys. It would be so rewarding to get to know even one of these fantastic boys. I may have only spent a week with them, but each and every one of them left a mark on my heart, and I can not wait to return.
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“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up” Gal. 6:9
- Amber Rynearson, 2017