A few months ago, I visited a close friend who lives and volunteers full-time at a house of hospitality on the El Paso/Juárez border. She lives and works with individuals and families that cross the border, and also leads immersion trips for college and other groups that stay at their house. The house she works at runs entirely on donations and volunteers, like herself.
In light of recent events, my mind keeps revisiting my experience there. Many of the young women I met had children.
Are they all okay? Are they still together? Are they scared to leave the house? I try to put myself in their shoes and I can only imagine how they are feeling.
Trapped and fear come to mind, but again, I can only imagine.
On one of the days I was there, my friend and I walked across the border to Juárez. We visited the Cathedral (pictured here) and spent the day walking around, eating ice cream and churros.
While we had a fun day, the privilege we had of crossing the border as we pleased, while the guests in the house could not, lingered in my mind.
Grateful for Marie for sharing her life in El Paso with me and for all the work she and other Annunciation House volunteers continue to do to be an advocate for the migrants who show up at their door.
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