Two months never sounded so long as when I sat in my new bed at La Quinta late Tuesday night. The air was hot and muggy, our filtered water was almost unbearable and our walls were home to a rather unassuming pair of geckos. Our host, Juanita, had sweetly watched the fifteen of us pile into our three-bedroom, two-bath home, and though we were pleased to find that we had running water and enough mattresses for everyone I think we were all realizing how difficult our next eight weeks might be. I was both terrified and thrilled that I would probably have to rely on God more than I ever had in...
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