Legacy.

I can't get Brasil out of my mind.  And I think writing about it helps me miss it less.  So, in this post I'll be talking about certain people who made the trip so amazing.  Some are the people in my mission team, some are the staff at Hope Unlimited, and some are the kids.

[Of course there are so many other people who touched me during the trip.  But, if I started writing about all of them, it'd go on forever.  These are just the ones that popped into my mind as I was writing this.]

I want to start with someone quite obvious.  Without him, the trip would not have been the same.  His name is Steve Mayer, also known as Stevie, Mr. Mayer, and Stive.  He is a pastor at my church and a principal at a high school.  He is big, funny, and full of smiles.  Maybe that's what drew me to him in the first place.  From the very first meeting, I noticed his amazing smile.  He is very open and very real.  He isn't an extremely emotional person, yet he's not afraid to cry.  He'll always have a word of wisdom and a piece of encouragement for you.  He doesn't know much Portuguese, yet he is fluent in the language of love.  He can captivate the hearts of the kids with his eyes and laughter.  He taught me that God is there in the little things and that's what matters.

Someone else who really got to me was Barb.  Barbara was another leader of the trip.  She is originally from Brasil, but her family moved to the US and went through many hardships.  Yet, you would never know that from being with her.  Barb is so sweet and gorgeous and patient; you'd never think she had some hard times.  She knows Portuguese and the kids absolutely adore her.  From the very first moment, the girls flocked to her, giving her hugs and kisses.  She's the kind of person that makes you comfortable enough to put your guard down.  She showed me that you shouldn't be afraid to open up your heart and pour love into anyone you meet.  

For one of the relays, we had to fill up water balloons from the water spouts at the girls ranch.  One of the girls who helped my sister and I do this was Gabbie.  She is one of the sweetest, prettiest girls you'll ever meet.  After we filled all the balloons up [and got a ton of water on us], she asked if I could be her best friend.  It touched me so much that I just hugged her and said si.  During the talent show, I sat next to her and she wanted to take pictures with my camera.  She probably took half of the photos during the show.  It gave her so much joy just to be able to capture a moment and I learned that sometimes joy comes in the little things.

We spent at least three days working on house seven in the boy's ranch.  The house parents of that house had this little boy who I fell in love with.  His name was Jonathan and he was around two years old.  I kept playing football toss with him and I'd randomly come up to him, hug him, and swing himself into the air.  I loved him a lot, but I know that his mom loved him even more.  She was always checking on him and seeing if he was okay.  Also, she loved the kids in her house so incredibly much.  She and her husband gave up their lives to take care of the kids in their house.  Also, I know that having thirteen people painting in and out of your house isn't easy.  In fact, sometimes, the house mom might have gotten tired of us.  But, she never expressed that.  She showed me real patience and sweetness.

On the first day at the City of Youth, we got to have a meeting with Ellie and Sydney.  They are a bright, young couple, and they know at least three languages.  They could be earning a ton of money in a corporate business, yet they choose to stay and help at the Hope Unlimited program.  They don't think of it as a job, they think of it as a mission.  They taught me to use my talents and gifts for God.  The only purpose in life is to do something bigger than yourself: giving yourself to God.

While we were painting the living room of house eight, we had to push all the furniture in the middle of the room.  There were two sofa's in the center and two guys took a nap on it.  They used the plastic wrap as a blanket -- it was so cute!  Well, I was painting the living room and whenever I'd look around, I'd see one of the guys watching me.  After a little bit, he asked me what my name was and I told him.  He then told me his name... Renan.  After that, every time I'd see him, I'd say "bom dia!" [good morning]  He would always light up when he saw me and he was always gentle and sweet with his friends.  He taught me that you should always treasure the people you care about.

The last person I'd like to share about is Dayane.  When it was her time for the encouragement chair, almost everyone was crying.  I told her that I always thought she was super cool: sweet and pretty.  From the very first time I saw her at the airport, I noticed that she and Barb had a close friendship and I knew I could trust her.  I told her that when I die and go to heaven, if Jesus asks me who I looked up to, I'd say, "Well, you, of course.  But, there's another person.  You know the girl who had a rough life, yet found your grace sufficient?  The girl who can't use her car because she doesn't have enough money to fix it, yet she goes everyday to be there for the kids in Hope Unlimited?  You know, Dayane.  Yeah, I looked up to her.  And I thank you, God, for letting me be able to witness her selflessness and great love."  [Well, actually, I couldn't say all that--I was crying too much.  But I meant every word.]

This kinda leads me to a question.  All these people left me something special.  Even if I never see them again, I'll remember their story and their example.  My question and challenge for you is this: What legacy are you leaving for the people around you?  Will it be something that others will never forget?  Will it be something that points others to God?

And to be quite honest, this isn't something you need to go to a different country to find out.  It's something you need to start doing.  Right now.