Walking by Faith… January, 2016
After several months of (sometimes stressful) preparation, we boarded a plane (the first of three) in Fayetteville, NC and arrived in San Pedro Sula, Honduras on January 21, 2016. Tired and hungry upon our arrival, we made a stop at the mall and enjoyed a baleadas (traditional Honduran dish similar to a soft taco, but made with eggs, beans, cheese, mantequilla- kind of a mix between butter and sour cream, and sometimes meat such as chorizo or chicken). Next stop was to secure a Honduran phone so we would be able to communicate with the people we know here, which isn’t many, but enough. We also made a stop at La Colonia (comparable to Bi-Lo or Publix) to pick up a few grocery items.
By this time it was late (after dark) so we were ready to arrive at the orphanage and see the boys. The gate was adorned with a Welcome sign. As we pulled in, we were surrounded by boys; making it almost impossible to open the doors and get out. Once we emerged from the vehicle we were almost tackled with hugs and kisses from excited boys (even the ones we had never met).
Being able to comfort a crying child who had fallen asleep during dinner, was put in his bed, and woke up alone and afraid was a definite confirmation of our move, but it was also a reminder of two very important little boys I had to leave behind. Even I don’t fully understand how I can have my heart so full of love for my family, and yet at the same time, have it drawn to a foreign country and filled with love for these boys who were strangers less than a year ago.
All I can say is it’s a walk and journey of faith.