Discover how a summer internship with Project Mexico taught lessons of humility, perseverance, and faith.
By Jasmine Hunter
Project Mexico Intern 2025
It was my last build week of the summer, and I was convinced that I was going to mix the whole concrete pad we build the house on with whatever strength I had left in my body. It was an ambitious goal, as up until that point, I’d spent most of my concrete days shoveling sand and carrying buckets. Over-confident and amped up on the sugar of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I grabbed a hoe.
An hour or two in, I was mixing in disbelief. I knew in my heart that it was not by my own strength that my muscles continued to pull beyond any capacity I’d known. God was surely there with me, giving me the strength to continue on. I was grateful for about half the pad, but as we neared completion, my thoughts turned towards how proud I’d be when sharing my accomplishments with my friends.
God, in His loving kindness, didn’t leave me in my prideful temptation. A blister started to form on my left hand. I initially ignored it, but three-quarters of the way through the pad, it burned with a fury. In frustration and disappointment, I passed on the hoe and left to go nurse my wound. Reflecting later on, I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was as if God were telling me, “Remain humble. You think you are indestructible? I took you out with a mere blister!”
My last concrete day is an allegory for my whole experience as a Project Mexico intern this past summer. Coming down to serve in a different country with no experience in construction, I expected to struggle. There were several times when I felt that I’d pushed myself beyond my limits, and yet I held on to the mustard seed of faith that had brought me there. In every moment, I strove to give whatever minuscule strength or effort I could provide, trusting that God would provide the rest, and that through his strength, I could accomplish seemingly impossible things.
