I have now been in Honduras a little under two weeks and am blown away how generous the people here are. As Americans we take for granted the food we consume sometimes. Whenever we want to eat something we can go to the grocery store or to a fast food restaurant. In Honduras, they have little money to buy food and most often cook for a few families. One day when I was out doing door to door ministry in Guaiymaca, I saw a woman in her home peering out through her door. I walked over and greeted her. I found out that she was cooking pancakes and asked if she wanted any help. She said no and so decided to play peek-a-boo with her son. I was having so much fun and he was laughing and then he got scared a little. I started talking to her other son and then she offered me a pancake. I took a piece to be nice and I didn’t want to take a whole pancake that she had cooked, but she insisted that I take it. I accepted because I knew that it is custom to take whatever someone gives you. I couldn’t believe that she would invite a complete stranger in and feed me. God knew that I was hungry and He used this woman to bless me and provide me with food. That same day in the village we met so many children that we were able to play with. One of the girls I met was named Paola, she was about 6 yrs old. She became attached to me and held my hand all day in the village. For a few minutes she left me and I didn’t know where she went. She came back with cookies. She only had about six in the package. She offered me two and I accepted. I was in shock again by Paola’s hospitable nature in giving me two cookies when she had so little. Even as a child, Hondurans are so compassionate and generous with what they have. I could not believe it. Growing up I was always taught to share what I have, however; sometimes I have not always wanted to. To me here, it is second nature to offer what little you do have to someone else. What if in America we shared what we had with one another if someone was lacking in something? Wouldn’t that be so awesome? I think so.
The following day we went back to Guaiymaca and went to houses close to where were the day before. We went into a home where there were several children, young girls, and women. One of the girls I met was named Katarine. She had on a pair of jeans that I really liked and I complimented her on them. We stayed at their home for awhile, prayed with them, and added their names to our food list of families that needed assistance with food. We then went to the house across the road from them. Katarine came over and took my hand to lead me back to her house. At first I thought she wanted to trade pants with me, but I was wrong. I grabbed our translator and asked what she was saying. She told me that Katarine wanted to give me her jeans. I was in utter shock and didn’t want to take her jeans because I didn’t know if she had another pair. My translator told me that I should and that sometimes when you compliment Hondurans on their clothing, they will give it to you. I decided to accept her gift. She took off pants, put on a skirt and gave them to me. I gave her one of my bracelets in return for her hospitality. I want to be more like Katarine. I want to not care what I wear, eat, or drink. I know that God will always provide as long as I put my trust in Him daily. He cares more for us than the sparrow and yet I don’t trust in Him with all the small matters. I need to daily surrender to Him. Honduras has been great so far and I can’t wait to see God has in store for the next two weeks!
Thank you who made it out to Chick-A-Filet night, I really appreciate it so much! I still have about $1,000 left to go to hit my deadline and know that this is where I am suppose to be. I am praying that if you feel led to support that you follow His calling. Also if you are interested in holding a 3-cords party for me to help me raise support the link is on my Facebook page. Thanks again and love you all!
