Stacks of pancakes, crusty pans and sticky fingers at 5 am.
This is a typical morning in the girls orphanage.
Its hard for me to understand waking up 2 hours early just to enjoy breakfast.
I think people here in Honduras understand something most Americans spend their entire lives trying to find. Despite all of the sadness and poverty in this city, there is a joy and appreciation for the little things unlike I have ever seen.
A few days ago, we walked up a dirty rocky pathway to a dark, sweltering house. It was tiny and barely had room for the one bed and rickety table that served as a kitchen counter with a few old dishes stacked in the small space.
She apologized for it being small and dirty.
As we walked in to give her a tub full of eggs, bread, coffee and basic necessities, her son sat on the one bed in the house. She began to cry to a unlikely group of strange gringos.
We didn't have a translator. I begged The Lord to help me understand and I dug deep into my shallow Spanish vocabulary.
She told us that without Christ, she has nothing. Every day she thanks God and trusts him for what she needs, and he is always faithful. She said she didn't have money to buy the food, the eggs, bread and basic necessities we brought to her in that big red tub. She said that tub was a miracle from The Lord.
I prayed for her in English. Though I know she had no idea what I was saying, she whispered her own prayer as she shook with tears.
How can I even understand desperation like that? How can I pray for The Lord to show himself to her when she clearly knows to depend on him more than I ever could in my everything-at-the-moment culture?
She doesn't worry about clothes or college majors. She worries about food for her child and safety in the middle of the night when gangs roam the street and her only protection is a drape for a door and a hole for a window.
Sadly, I think if I no longer had a house or electricity or a paycheck or bolts on my doors- I wouldn't be thanking God.
So now I am sitting here wondering why on earth I ever worry about anything or why I rush through life rarely stopping to be thankful. Not only am I blessed beyond measure, but I have a savior who is sufficient for all of my needs.
I am absolutely humbled by this woman who trusts in her all sufficient savior when she has nothing and by these people who seek out the small gifts in life and find joy amidst a culture laced in poverty and sadness.
I have so much to learn.