I've spent days trying to figure out how to put everything on to paper but it never came until recently. A lot of people ask me, "So, how was it? Did you love Honduras?" and I consistently answer with "Oh it was great, my heart is still there." I think to myself that I wish I could formulate the words to really express how my week went and how amazing these kids are, but at times I just can't do it at all.
But here's the deal, I'm going to try to get everything out this way. I guarantee that I'm tearing up as I write this down. I guarantee that I won't do these stories justice because everyone should experience something like this in their lifetime. I guarantee that some things I will say may make someone mad at the injustice or sad because these kids aren't able to grow up like we do in the US. I also guarantee that these stories will probably make you smile. That these stories will help you see God's love in the city of San Pedro Sula.
So here we go....
We got to Honduras on Saturday, 13 December (yeah I got use to doing day then month....) and spent time together as a camp community and by starting to understand the idea of being free in God.
Sunday was different, we were ALL IN. We started out at an orphanage that worked with only mental disabled children and all I wanted to do was cry. Cry for the children. Cry for the Catholic sisters who took care of these kids. Cry for the volunteers who work with the orphanage every week. I just wanted to cry. But I didn't because as soon as I got there, a girl named Carla grabbed my arm and started pulling towards a door. Unfortunately, my little Spanish knowledge was not working out for me and I was completely unsure of what she was asking me to do. Now here's the thing about sweet Carla, she's in a wheelchair and she doesn't say much, but as soon as we got outside and we figured out that she wanted me to push her around the building we were on a roll. We ended up going around the building about five times by the end of the day. While I was pushing her around all I could think was why her? Why was she made like this? I grew up with a handicap cousin and while I was thinking about Carla, I was also think about Joey and how if we grew up in a different country, would he have been left at this orphanage or an orphanage like this? I wanted to cry.
Now that was only two hours of my Sunday. The rest of the day was spent at this place called Integrar. In English that means Integrate. IT WAS AMAZING! We didn't get to meet anyone who attended the "school" but we did get to meet the founder and her story was amazing.
In Honduras, children with Down Syndrome are often looked down on and are locked away or even stoned. Which, to this preschool teacher is absolutely mind blowing. Now Lucy, the founder of Integrar, had a child with Down Syndrome and wanted a place to help her integrate into the society of Honduras and thus Integrar was formed. Everything about this place was amazing. From the way that they starting working with students at 40 days to the way they teach them everyday skills through the use of woodworking. Yeah. I was shocked too.
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So what we had the opportunity to do for them was paint their walls on the inside, which this picture doesn't show the build justice. The area was about the size of an American gym with a really high ceiling. I mean "scaffolding needed to finish" ceiling. The cinderblocks were painted yellow, the beams that jutted out blue, and the smooth flat areas on the walls were a green. You wouldn't think it would match but that was probably the coolest set of colors I had ever done (including the purple room in '08 and the gray with brown trim in the shape of Tetris in '09).
We worked on the Integrar building both Sunday and Monday with the group split into two teams so that only half of us went to the special needs orphanage at a time.
On Tuesday, oh Tuesday, we went to two places. The first was a new orphanage in the mountains that would eventually house around 80-90 kids as well as a school for the orphanage and the children in the surrounding areas. I left a chunk of my heart here. Education has become so important to me and I don't doubt God for a seconding to leading me into that direction (sorry it took 4 years to finally listen). Angie has an amazing story, but it's not mine to share. But it is mine to hold on to and remember that God has a crazy plan ahead of me and I can't wait.
After meeting with Angie and praying over the new orphanage we did something a little bit crazy, but a whole lot of fun. We went to a waterfall. I zip lined people. Talk about getting over a fear of heights. I also decided it would be fun to go into said waterfall... That was interesting. Hopefully if there's a next time the rain will not cause the waterfall to fall at an extremely high pressure.
Wednesday was my day that I left about 3/4 of my heart. I fell in love with about twenty kids from the age of 3-11 and I don't regret it a bit.
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This is my friend Rene. He's five and one of the cutest kids I've ever met. We colored pretty much all day when I wasn't pushing him on the swing. I couldn't completely communicate with him but that was okay. He was just happy to color a picture from a Cars coloring book.
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This is Rene again, but this time with his friend Roger (pronounced Ro-air) and another one that I wish I could have seen again before I left. These two moved orphanages together and have been friends since they were babies. You can't tell but they are coloring/arguing over what crayons they can use. I'm telling you, I could have stayed and colored for the rest of the month.
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When I said we colored all day, I wasn't kidding. I'm so thankful that the parents at the preschool I work at in the States donated coloring books and crayons. If you look you'll see that I banged up my knee earlier that morning, and unfortunately, I couldn't play soccer or run around like I had planned, so the coloring books were my saving grace the rest of the week.
Thursday, our last day working in the area, we spent at amazing orphanage in the mountains. We spent another day painting, this time two rooms that would end up being a library and a computer room as well as the outside to finish what the other half of our group started on Wednesday. We later spent time working with the kids to express how they saw Christmas through the use of pintar (paint), plumas (feathers), and pipe cleaners. Yeah that was fun. I wouldn't have described myself as a painter but to my sweet friend Jo, I was.
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Jo would later swipe our group in game of football (soccer), girl had talent. I loved getting to work with these kids even if I had little to no clue of what they were asking of me. But we got there and everything turned out great.
Friday... I would tell all of you about Friday, but that's a story for another day. However, here is the Reader's Digest. We got to the airport around 9:00-9:30 am to check-in, buy visas, and go through customs. Our flight home was supposed to leave around 1 pm. It didn't. Malfunctions (my mom jokes that I can't fly anywhere... I mean one time with snowed in flight in Rochester/Buffalo). We finally left Honduras around 9:55 pm (yep a 13 hour layover in a very small airport) and got into Atlanta around 1:30-2:00 am. We then got a free hotel stay at the Westin for about three hours. I slept for one. We left Atlanta at 8:30 am and got back to Charlotte around 9:00... I LOVE ADVENTURES.
God was amazingly alive in Honduras and I wasn't there to bring him there, but to be his hands when he couldn't do it himself. Just like a regular camp week with CCC, we had morning watch and this is what I wrote for Monday.
"Provision - This word has so many different meanings. Food, shelter, water, warmth, etc. But how often do we think of God's love, His ability to accept us even with our faults. HIS PROVISION is so much greater than anything that we could provide for ourselves."
I wish I could go back tomorrow to spend time with Rene, Roger, Jo, and the other amazing kids that I met. I wish I could say that I knew I would be back. I can say that I want to, and I have plans to.
God has an amazing plan ahead of all of the children in these orphanages in Honduras. They are going to change the way Honduras is run in a few years. I can feel it. They love God so much and that was one of the ways we could connect with them. Freedom from the unknown is something that they have because they put everything out there so that they can grow and learn. I wish I was like that sometimes.
The picture below is one that is near and dear to my heart. I can't tell you this sweet boy's name, mainly because every time I asked he would giggle and hug me instead. I hope he is well, and I hope he knows that I love him and that God's watching over him. So, if you were a partner with me this trip, thank you. Thank you for freeing me from the fear of not being able to follow God's call. Thank you for praying for me as I flew out and spent a week in country where I didn't speak the language, where I didn't know their customs. Thank you for following God's call to be apart of this experience.
Thank you.
| ©Meg Emerson |
"El Señor es mi espíritu, y donde el Espíritu del Señor, allí hay libertad." 2 Corinthians 3:17
In Christ's Amazing Love,
Meg

















