"Yall, I just got back from the women's prison and I am so so so full of something -- I can't describe it...evidence of God's grace or decency of humans or redemption..
18 women not only want to process the rolls of wallpaper but also want to know how else can they help...can they have a walkathon? can they raise money for Amigos for Christ? can they get them some tables so the Nica women will have surface to cut on? And these women themselves don't have anything....
I kept telling them that if they could cut the rolls into 14.5 pieces and paint those pieces that would be wonderful
One woman was from a well to do family Nica. Her parents own a hotel and she testified about the poverty there. She told the others that even though they were in prison they had it better than many people in her country. Another woman said this project would give her a chance to give back "to make up for some of my stupid mistakes." Another said "this is something we can do even though we're inside."
Tears all around.
They wanted to know all about the women and their stories. They wanted to see more pictures. When was Darling's baby due? How old was Ana Rosa? Why isn't Fatima a model? They sat forward in their chairs and listened...I mean really listened...even the ones who were distant or angry looking when they came in.
They all wore this ugly beige shirt and pants and were so hungry for color!
I found out their favorite colors -- just like the nica women -- red, pink, turquoise, sky blue.
I took a color wheel and we had a little lesson on that. When I brought out the strips of different colors, they sighed and touched and carefully selected one. They had to use only coffee stirrers (no coat hangers) they concentrated so hard. 18 women using one little glue pen.
Two of them rolled an instantly perfect bead. I couldn't believe it. another jessica and darling. When I told them, this was a bead that Rachel would buy, their faces LIT up.
They weren't even allowed to take their stirrer back to their dorms but they were allowed to take only one bead and each one left cradling it as if it were the most precious object in the world.
For me this is the heart of the project, that groups of marginalized women who will never meet can help each other and themselves."
ok...i cried...reminding me again that there is no perfect. Just life and we are all weaved together in intricate and uneasy ways to make it's fabric...call it grace, call it redemption, call it connections...but in the end we never will fully understand how the blacks and whites of life, make so much rich color. I am humbled.
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