Mites. Not the bugs.

My time in Honduras is coming to an end. That is sad. I mean I can not help the sadness it has been a beautiful, hard, dirty and smelly week. If you were to ask me to do it all over again despite how tired I am I would say yes so fast. Before I left everyone I talked to would tell me that I would never be the same. Well, if you told me that and you are reading this I have to say that you are 100% correct. If we were putting it on a scale from one to ten I would say a fourteen and a half. Either way, it is right. 

“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.” ‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11:6‬ ‬‬
I made a few friends here, and I have learned a lot of things (do not pet the dogs- self control, Sara, self control) about God and His love. I will share all of the lessons with you, but just for today I want to tell of something so little but so big all the same. Our theme for VBS this week has been faith. I have known the stories and the crafts for months now, but the lesson yesterday hit me in a different way. That is how God is I have decided. He shows up in the weirdest of ways, and also right on time. The story was about the widows’ mite, and the faith she had. She had a big faith to give all she had despite her poverty not knowing the outcome. My new friend who happens to have the sweetest smile was sitting in front of me when the lesson started, and some time in the middle when she heard that the lady gave everything she turned around and smiled so big at me. I do not know what she was thinking, but I know our hearts were the same. When you know Jesus whether we speak the same language or not we speak the same love. And to me that is more beautiful than any hello in my book. (Even though I do know how to say hello in Spanish) I want that big faith that the widow had, and last night I trusted God in a way I never have. I stepped out in faith well I did not literally step. Maybe I should say I spoke in faith, and because I spoke it no longer holds me down. I gave it all I had trusting God with the results. Does that make it easier? Absolutely not, but more healing is taking place. And maybe just maybe that is the reason I am here. I do know it is not for the dogs that is for sure. I know I know…self control. Please someone let me pet your dog when I come home.
“Truly I tell you,” he said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.” ‭‭Luke‬ ‭21:3-4‬ ‭

So, thank you widow lady for sharing your mites, because without it there would be no story to tell. And there would be no life changed. Yes, I will never be the same. ❤️