Over these past couple months, I raised more than the money I needed for this trip. Friends, family, and people I have never even met have wrapped around this cause and I am completely overwhelmed.
One thing I know is that this trip isn't about me. It isn't about one week of doing good.
It is about a God that tells us to “love the least of these,” to “visit the widows and the orphans, a God who tells us to serve rather than be served.
While literally hundreds of people have made this trip possible, I have the incredible opportunity to be the vessel of their support. Each of them are just as much a part of this as I am, and that leaves me so humbled and grateful.
So in 18 hours I will get on that plane and head to Tegucigalpa, Honduras. I will love and work and serve. And in 7 days I will come back home.
The way so many of you wrapped around me has been incredible. Not only did people want to give me money, but they wanted to be apart of the mission. Thank you sweet friends who have listened to my stories, looked through pictures, and prayed for families and children you have never met. Your involvement in this work is just as important as mine. I am forever grateful to each and every one of you.
It didn’t stop there.
You know what is amazing? How God uses each of our stories so uniquely. That’s what is so beautiful about the Bible. God doesn’t tell us exactly how to “love the least of these,” he lets us serve through our own gifts and talents and passions.
My sweet dad used his own passion for marketing to set me up a booth at a local home show. He worked out all the little details [and there were lots], and brought me a big box full of a hundred coupon books to sell. I spent an exhausting weekend sharing my story to hundreds of people, asking them to spend $20 on a coupon book.
While hundreds of them snubbed me, others engaged, listened and wanted to be apart of it. I met some incredible people that weekend, and watched my trip balance bubble over the brim.
It still didn’t stop there.
I got a call from my sweet Mimi who is an incredible jewelry maker. She wanted to hold a beading class and send all the funds toward my trip. One party turned into two and we ended up spending two precious Saturdays making jewelry, eating snacks, drinking coffee and sharing stories.
I can hardly believe I will be in honduras in just over 24 hours. For some reason it feels like it has been forever since I was there. Probably because so much has happened in the past 5 months.
I have thought about writing this post for the nearly a month, but never could quite find the words to say. This is one of my longer posts, but I truly feel you will leave encouraged and challenged, not by me, but by all that the Lord has done. So grab a cup of coffee and settle in with me for a bit.
I am completely and totally overwhelmed.
I came home from Costa Rica pretty down. I was thankful for the experience, but life just hit me hard. I came back home in December to a lot of changes I didn’t expect. On top of that, my bank account was runnin' on empty and I was leaving for Honduras in a couple months.
A month went by and I was still in the same place, just with a much busier schedule-- it was a low point in life-- transitional and busy. I learned to accept it. And began to experience God in ways I never had before. I longed for him. And as my life felt like such a mess, I just let it all go. I started to understand trust just a little bit better. This quote I read in Costa Rica began to define my difficult days:
Faith is not a mountain to climb, but a valley to fall into -Paul Miller
But I still had no money for Honduras. I’m talking $0 in the online account and I was the trip leader.
I began some small fundraising. I sold cookbooks that I began working on this past summer in Honduras. I sold nearly all of them in a couple days. I sat in my parents dining room and cried as I counted the money. It brings me to tears again just typing this.
But the work doesn't stop there.
I have great hopes that some of those 500 children we make profiles for will get sponsors. That because we now have all of their sizes, people will send them a replacement for those shoes they wear everyday or the shirt that is dirty and full of holes.
I hope that because over 800 people at the dump receive a warm meal, a few of them will realize how loved they are by God and by the church there in Honduras. That we could be just a connecter.
I hope that the staff of POI will be refreshed from a weekend retreat while we keep their kids, and share some of the incredible Bible resources we often take for granted here in the states.
I hope that the girls on my team will be broken. That they will open their eyes to a world that is so much bigger than what they realized. I hope they will begin to see God with the same broken desperation as these incredible people who trust him for their next meal. I hope that I will be broken again and again and again. And that my compassion will lead me to action.
And I hope that you will be filled with encouragement and will glorify a God of provision and faithfulness with me as we see the way he has worked, the way he has provided, and the way he chooses to use each of us— regardless of how unqualified we are.