Building a house is no joke. How about this? Building a house in a third-world country.
My heart still stings when I think, talk and dream about Honduras. Back one week now, tears bite at the corners of my eyes on mention. Little by little I reacclimatize to being home and I get so excited to tell our story.
We had an incredible team hand-picked by God; a blend of new people, some of whom had never left the country before, let alone on a mission trip and some who are well-traveled veterans. None of us, with the exception of one (I believe) have any real building experience. Funny how that has never made a difference…..
God enters into the scenario. Only through Him do you get a team of men and women to create something wonderful with no experience. He always shows up and always blows my mind. This is who He is.
We arrived on our build site to find 2 foundations poured, side-by-side. This was amazing, as we were really praying for this prior to the trip, so we could share recourses throughout our build time AND not have to split up the team. We made some preparations with our team foreman, and set off on our task of building two transitional homes for families living and working in the trash dump in Tegucigalpa.
We had 3 and a half days to build these houses!
Building relationships is one of the best things that I love about mission work. Partnering with God, alongside other people; some of whom you’ve never met, to create something; These people become your family. It’s happened with every mission trip I’ve been on. There is nothing like that bond. It lasts and is one of many things that I feel blessed with from these trips.
As the days continued and houses were erected with the help of some amazing Honduran workers I loved watching the process. I loved being in the moment. I wasn’t rushing to get things done; I knew they would be. I wasn’t feeling a sense of urgency; I know everything works in God’s timing. I wasn’t worried we wouldn’t complete the houses; He who sent us, will equip us. I found myself, several times, standing back and smiling at what was happening around me…..
Laughter between people of two different countries.
Conversations between people that do not speak the same language.
Differences being worked out in respectful ways between two strong-willed men.
Women learning how to use tools that I’m sure they’ve never used or possibly seen before.
Children shyly making eyes contact with us.
The young boys in the neighborhood who were always right there to help lift lumber and our spirits.
All of us bettering our Spanish language.
Learning new things everyday from our translators. (Some not so great…hello Chinche bug)
Women caring for one another when one of us fell ill.
The compassion we had for the ones that had to stay back at the hotel for sick days.
Making jokes with one another.
So. Many. Smiles.
Generosity like I’ve never seen.
How thankful we were for one day’s rain.
Prayers being whispered for the clouds to show up in the sky.
The care everyone took to make sure everyone had a chance to try something new.
Nails being bent and re-nailed to perfection.
Complete surrender and reliance on a God who was preparing the way ahead of us on this trip the entire time we were there.
Rooves <roofs> going onto houses.
Children teaching us Spanish.
The strengthening of our hearts.
Playing a simple game of Telephone in English and Spanish that created unbelievable amounts of laughter.
Smashed thumbs and healed hearts.
Fears being released.
Lives being changed.
Family being able to share an amazing experience together.
The love between a mother and son.
A mama trusting me enough to hold her chubby, baby girl.
God’s love and presence everywhere.
A dad’s love for his sweet daughters.
Tears of joy.
Tired bodies still willing to do something more.
Beauty in the struggle.
So. Many. Answered. Prayers.
And then….the day came for us to dedicate these houses to the families. This is really the moment we wait for. Meeting the families for the first time. Seeing them coming up the road, quietly, shy and grateful. Maybe a little overwhelmed. This is where we see a reverse of blessings. The place where we think we are blessing someone, only to find out the blessing is coming right back onto us. To stand and witness a mother and her 3 small kids as she sees her new home for the first time; blessed. This is the beauty of God. It’s etched into my mind forever. I think in this moment; THIS, this is why we are here. This is why we have life. This is why we have been blessed beyond belief with the recourses to be here, in this moment. This….does it get any better than this? This is making kingdom differences. This is making world differences.
As we pray for and dedicate these homes to the families;tears fall. Our hearts ache with a joy that’s inconceivable to most. The witnessing of God’s presence everywhere is undeniable and unimaginable. God’s beauty is thick like a blanket over this place. His never-ending mercy and grace abounds. It’s what brought us here and what will continue to bring us here. Amor, Fe, Esperanza. Love, Faith and Hope…To Him be the glory!
For more about partnering with AFE:http://www.afehonduras.org