A Sacrificial Gift
Two days later the house was done: beautifully built, fully furnished, and stocked with food. The team had chosen to fully furnish and stock the house and there was a ribbon cutting ceremony scheduled for 4:00 when we would pray with Reyna and hand her the keys.
We went out early, taking the truck down the nearly impassable road to her house. The team was walking from the church, so I had a 10-minute head start. When we got there Reyna was nowhere to be found! You can't exactly have a ribbon cutting without the guest of honor.
Aaron, one of the Belizean men working on the house, said "I think I know where she is" and took off running through the cane field--seeing no better option, we took off after him. We ran half a mile through waist-deep sugar cane and came to Reyna's daughter's house. Reyna had spent every last cent she had in the world to cook rice and beans and chicken for the entire team. She had bought two liters of coke and ice. The widow, the one with nothing, had chosen to give all she had to bless us.
She wouldn't go until we could carry everything with us, so Aaron snatched up one massive pot of rice and beans, we grabbed another one right off the fire, and we ran back through the field. The team was there waiting as we crossed the bridge. We told the team that Reyna was intent on serving us, and a roar went up from the crowd. She hugged everyone there. We prayed, cried, cut the ribbons, and gave her the keys. She stepped inside her beautiful new house, and we served rice and beans--at Reyna's house.