Honduras Mission Trip: A Blessing for All

About that time I painted while tears ran down my face… I physically pushed the first time Honduras mission trippers into the special needs school while I continued painting the front porch. They didn’t know what they would experience during worship time; we did. Some of us “experienced” people stayed outside just listening. And held back our tears (or failed to). We knew how impactful it had been for us last year. They needed to be a part of it. Our group of teens and adults were inside singing with the kids. The song we had been practicing for the last year. Language wasn’t a barrier. Disabilities were not a barrier. Praise was the goal… no matter what. ❤️To sing with these kids whose government and schools don’t want them. ❤️To hear them pray at the close of the day when so many disregard their voices. ❤️To feel their love for their classmates, teachers, and us. Thank you @teachme2lovehonduras for letting us see your miracles and love on your kids alongside you. It’s always such a blessing… and it impacted us more than you know. {They’d love your financial support if you’re looking for an outreach!} Sometimes the real mission is just to be. To quit “Martha-ing”. To slow down and soak. To choose to quit doing. To be Mary. 👉Quit doing so much. 👉Be present. Bobbie❤️ . . . . (Ya’ll are gonna have to bear with me. I’m still processing the trip… and mentally shifting back to this life…). . . . . .