We had a young Mexican man from Chiapas come help us with some projects this morning.  He has three children, ages 6 and under and I know his wife works cleaning new homes, so I asked him who was watching his children.  He had left them in his trailer by themselves. We soon sent him home, which was an incredible ordeal in itself because it had been raining and the roads quickly turn into a substance not unlike ice with a bit of rain.  Scott drove him up to his place, barely making it back down our driveway without careening off into a ditch.   The man's wife would later have to walk several miles through the mud and rain to get herself home.  This man is making plans to cross into the U.S because his brothers are there making the wonderful sum of 8 an hour, here his wife makes about 17 dollars a day, working at housecleaning, he makes around 20.  We have shared with them the difficulties for families when seperated by husbands crossing into the states, but the promise of better wages is an enticing prospect.

So many people in the world are living in such difficult circumstances, we can hardly imagine.  I am thankful today for a refrigerator, a car and the opportunity to be home with my children.