11/5/10
During my last 5 days in Honduras, I was able to go deeper
and have some more serious conversations with Luis. Last Friday, Alex and I
spent the whole day with him as we were running errands with Tony. I started asking
about his family. His dad lives about 2 hours away and he only sees him about
once a month. His mom lives down the hill in another house with her youngest
daughter, Elizabeth Nicole. Luis has always told us she was his cousin. Turns out they have the same mother. He was trying to hide the pain. I asked him if he ever sees her or talks to her and he
said he doesn’t. I asked him why and he told me she doesn’t love him. It absolutely broke my heart. I can’t even imagine it. I was holding him and we
both started crying. I told him how much I love him.
[holding hands with Luis]
Fast forward a few days to Monday. We were at the colegio
playing games and such with the kids for our last day in Los Pinos. Luis’ mom
came in and they didn’t even make eye contact. It hurt my heart to see that and
made me so angry at her that she could hurt him that much. After the games
were over, I went over to talk to Luis for awhile away from everyone else and
we just stood there hugging for about an hour as we talked. I told him I saw
his mom earlier and he put his head down and started crying. I told him how
much I love him and how I wish he was my son. At that point, we were both
crying. He hugged me tighter and I just held him as we both cried for a good while
and I prayed over him silently.
Tuesday, we went into town to get internet and the whole
time we were there I was just thinking about how I wanted to be with Luis.
My heart ached to spend more time with him. We headed up to Los Pinos in the
afternoon to make salvation bracelets with the kids before heading up to the
boys’ house with Lillian. This was the end. Our last time with them. We fed
them and gave them Bible verses and photo albums we had made for them. We
prayed. We told them how much they have impacted our lives and how much we love
them and are going to miss them. We cried with them. We hugged them. We shared
one last beautiful sunset with them on the front porch of their house looking
out over Los Pinos and Tegucigalpa. They walked us down to the bottom of the
hill and we drove away in taxis.
I left my heart there.
[sunset in Los Pinos]
