So much crap has hit the fan..
I, like i have said so much, am not aware who reads this. I have had people tell me to keep writing and people have responded to ideas i have brought up on here. But i don't know if those same people read it. I am really using this to document it- and always feel free to let me know your thoughts.
Well, anytime you go through any kind of learning experience, you realize new things you never thought of before. Well, I don't have time to write it all out, and who would want to be bored with more stories of disappointment when there is plenty of it out there in a sin-bent world. But lately, my prayer has been for what people are capable of. CS Lewis once said, "its easier to pray for a bore than to go see one." Thats exactly what i am doing right now.
Well, i won't bore you with the melodramatic details. How i "feel" can be summed up in Alanis Morisette's song "All I really want"
But i recently remembered a story from one of my mission trips that i will always remember. For time's sake, i won't go in detail about everything we did on the trip, but it was such a life-changer, to say the least. We went to Honduras, and one of the days we were there we spent bulding a house, really a room, for a 7 person family. The house we were building was a ways in the mountains, and our bus could only go so far. We parked the bus at the end of kind of a cul-de-saq and part of our group went to help with the construction/labor part, while the rest of our group stayed back to socialize as well as distribute some neccessities like clothes, food, and of COURSE BUBBLES!!!! (all honduran kids love babujas! ;) you quickly learn..) So me and 2 other girls notice women taking care of kids. Their house was probably the nicest in the neighborhood- it was made out of cement, instead of wood, or tin, but still far too cramped for how big their family was. Trying to practice my spanish, I attempt to hold the most basic conversation. We can understand each other pretty well- even with their turbo speed accent, and my "gringa" (white) "es-PAN-yal!"
They don't have much, but what they lack, they make up in hospitality and a servant, humble spirit. They put out chairs for us to sit on. They welcomed us into their home to see their newborn baby. Our conversations were nothing special. I have had deeper conversations with people I hardly stay n toouch with now in my own native language. But love surpasses all barriers. They asked Kaylie, my friend and I, to be their godmothers. Did we deserve that? Just showing them human kindness, and we get the biggest honor you could ask for. What they said the last day we were there, I will never forget. They asked, in spanish, if we could take their daughter back to the US with us- in our suitcases.
It broke my heart.
What i wish I had said to them is, you are so blessed beyond measure. You know what real joy is.
Why would they even want to come here?? The night we got back, our entire group went out to eat. I think to Cheddars. We were all in traveling clothes, exhausted, and glad to have an AC and familiarity. But waiting for our table, our entire group felt the same emotion, having experienced what we did in Honduras. It hit us like a ton of bricks. The kind of superficial culture we live in. I remember weeks after coming home, I didn't want to dress up. I didnt want to attract attention when there are so many more important issues in our world.
I will never forget our friends in Honduras. Material possessions weigh small in comparison to having true gratitude in life.
I, like i have said so much, am not aware who reads this. I have had people tell me to keep writing and people have responded to ideas i have brought up on here. But i don't know if those same people read it. I am really using this to document it- and always feel free to let me know your thoughts.
Well, anytime you go through any kind of learning experience, you realize new things you never thought of before. Well, I don't have time to write it all out, and who would want to be bored with more stories of disappointment when there is plenty of it out there in a sin-bent world. But lately, my prayer has been for what people are capable of. CS Lewis once said, "its easier to pray for a bore than to go see one." Thats exactly what i am doing right now.
Well, i won't bore you with the melodramatic details. How i "feel" can be summed up in Alanis Morisette's song "All I really want"
But i recently remembered a story from one of my mission trips that i will always remember. For time's sake, i won't go in detail about everything we did on the trip, but it was such a life-changer, to say the least. We went to Honduras, and one of the days we were there we spent bulding a house, really a room, for a 7 person family. The house we were building was a ways in the mountains, and our bus could only go so far. We parked the bus at the end of kind of a cul-de-saq and part of our group went to help with the construction/labor part, while the rest of our group stayed back to socialize as well as distribute some neccessities like clothes, food, and of COURSE BUBBLES!!!! (all honduran kids love babujas! ;) you quickly learn..) So me and 2 other girls notice women taking care of kids. Their house was probably the nicest in the neighborhood- it was made out of cement, instead of wood, or tin, but still far too cramped for how big their family was. Trying to practice my spanish, I attempt to hold the most basic conversation. We can understand each other pretty well- even with their turbo speed accent, and my "gringa" (white) "es-PAN-yal!"
They don't have much, but what they lack, they make up in hospitality and a servant, humble spirit. They put out chairs for us to sit on. They welcomed us into their home to see their newborn baby. Our conversations were nothing special. I have had deeper conversations with people I hardly stay n toouch with now in my own native language. But love surpasses all barriers. They asked Kaylie, my friend and I, to be their godmothers. Did we deserve that? Just showing them human kindness, and we get the biggest honor you could ask for. What they said the last day we were there, I will never forget. They asked, in spanish, if we could take their daughter back to the US with us- in our suitcases.
It broke my heart.
What i wish I had said to them is, you are so blessed beyond measure. You know what real joy is.
Why would they even want to come here?? The night we got back, our entire group went out to eat. I think to Cheddars. We were all in traveling clothes, exhausted, and glad to have an AC and familiarity. But waiting for our table, our entire group felt the same emotion, having experienced what we did in Honduras. It hit us like a ton of bricks. The kind of superficial culture we live in. I remember weeks after coming home, I didn't want to dress up. I didnt want to attract attention when there are so many more important issues in our world.
I will never forget our friends in Honduras. Material possessions weigh small in comparison to having true gratitude in life.
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