Tarahumara Mountains

A lot of people have never heard of Creel, I being one of them. I had to use google to find out where it was before I came here and when I arrived I realised I wasn't going to be staying in Creel, but in a tiny community half an hours drive away. Sierra Tarahumara is the last town name I remember and is still a ways away from here.
Nestled in the Tarahumara Mountains is a cement building where a patient, loving couple work. They have dedicated their lives to following the call that God has for them. They have left their family behind to live among a community of people who are reserved and speak a language that isn't known by many. Spanish is the second language for the indigenious people here and they are not quick to accept outsiders, even those who are Mexican.
Having a team of five caucasian girls and their outreach leaders' family spend two weeks with children of the area was a challenge, but one we accepted. It was difficult at first as the children were incredibly reserved and shy and little progress was made. But as the days progressed they warmed up to us and those adorable, strong children have forever made a place in my heart. I have loved joking around with Leonel and 'surfing' down the pine needle covered hills on sheets of metal all the while greatly enjoying his unabridged laughter.
My team and I shared the joy and love of Jesus with the children by creating a kids carnival for them where they could win prizes and daily presenting Bible stories and crafts. I had the opportunity to tell them about Noah & how trusting God is so important, and the story of Mary and Martha, and how Jesus wants to be our friend. Learning to share simple stories and have them translated was very helpful for my future and was at times challenging, but I wouldn't change a thing about my time here. Difficulties and all, I know we impacted the lives of the children here for the better.
We were also able to spend some quality time with the couple who live here as they aren't around many who know their culture in this remote setting and got to share stories and the goodness of God. Continually we arrive in these places expecting to minister to others, and we do, but mostly the hand of God works in my life. I serve a gracious God who has amazing plans and protects lives.
A man named Dwayne lives among the Mountains here and has faced many run ins with drug dealers who stop him on the road pointing automatic guns at him. God has shielded him from harm numerous times and he is able to continue his work here. Following God can be dangerous, but who is more powerful than He?
Tomorrow I leave for 10 days in Mazatlan & then 6 days back in Jaurez before the journey to Madison starts. I'll update you on the rest of outreach when I'm back in madison, until then. .....