This week we are hosting a wonderful couple from Honduras in our home. And, yes, my daughter is here with her beautiful baby and husband, but that's not who I'm talking about. I am talking about a couple who has traveled with them for a visit in the US. They are their coworkers, their friends, their encouragers, their family in their newly-adopted land. They share many common goals, but mostly the pouring of their lives into the children of the garbage dump in Tegucigalpa and the daunting task of working to give these children a better chance at hope and succcess, an education, and the most basic needs of life that so many of us take for granted.
I have met Jeony and Jesi before on my trips to Honduras, but this is my first opportunity to host them in my home and I have been looking forward to this chance to share our culture, some meals, and some smiles and hugs with them. I have been excited to show them the great hospitality that our area has to offer. It is a little difficult to communicate for our language barrier tries to get in the way, but when it all comes down to it, a smile and hug and a good meal to share are universal barrier breakers, and possess a power to produce an environment where everyone can relax, be encouraged, and build friendships. I caught this image this morning as Hollie and these two conversed and planned for the future back in Honduras. It was a back and forth, back and forth conversation that did not involve me. But in no way did I feel left out. I was fully present by the sheer fact that I was amazed at how my baby girl could use a language that she was not born into and convey her desires and hopes in the planning for the children and they could respond to her in that same language. I always sit there in awe as Spanish flows forth like a water fountain surging and recessing, with the usual expressions and nuances, with a familar word here and there, but mostly as foreign to me as the country where they reside. Language has always fascinated me, just for the sheer fact that the same group of letters have been arranged and orgnanized in a way that has given birth to many different languages.
But back to the hospitality. As sometimes I find when I have preconceived ideas about how something will happen, the shoe gets solidly placed on the other foot, and so it has been with this couple from a another land. It is me who has been totally blessed by their presence. This couple has wanted to give to us. They are a generous couple, always ready to help, do their part, and then go beyond that. I can't deny that it caught me off guard at first. My vision of our time together was me providing for them, requiring that they sit by and let me pamper them. But I have found that the way they are most comfortable is to feel a part of everything, whether it is preparing the evening meal, doing laundry, or sweeping the floors. Coming in from my morning walk and finding Jesi folding laundry caught me totally by surprise. But the bottom line of it all is this: If they are most comfortable by helping, then so be it. Because the ultimate goal is for them to feel that my home is their home while they are here. Hospitality has reversed its role for me this week, taking me from being the giver to being the receiver.
So this post is for Jeony and Jesi. Thanks for all you have done and continue to do to help the children of the garbage dump. Thanks for your daily sacrifice of love and hope and for working when you feel more like resting and for continuing your labor when I'm sure many times you are exhausted and want to quit. Thanks for being my girl's extended family when I cannot be with her and for being my little Preston's adopted Nana and Poppy. But thanks most of all for showing me the sincerest and purest form of hospitality I have ever experienced in my very own home. Amazing, to say the least.
To learn more about A.F.E. or to make a donation for the great work they are doing, visit their website at http://www.afehonduras.org
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