After he had finished his talk, one of the pastors in charge of the conference hosted at El Puente this past weekend challenged the group to find a new face and pray with them.  In the midst of two days worth of speeches about unity, only in that moment I saw words take a meaning deeper than themselves.  As I prayed in broken Spanish that my sister would feel peace about starting school this next week, the pang I´ve been feeling for the prayer house in the back of El Puente just grew stronger. 

Towards the end of the conference, volunteers were asked to tell the group about what they learned during the two days and I honestly thought I had nothing to share that would fill that prompt.  I had heard all the words before.  It wasn´t bad, but I wasn´t sure what I could add that wouldn´t sound stale.  Instead my heart and mind kept going back to the vision for the hut in the background and what I'd want to say during closing if I was asked to explain the dream of seeing that filled and the kickoff planned for next week to really start getting it moving.