Never Think The Same

   

     I just let the shade up on my window in the plane to take in the view while descending to what I call home.  I’m listening to Michael Bublé in my ear buds singing Georgia on My Mind.  He’s no Ray Charles singing it, but oh what an appropriate song for this moment.  I’m grinning – on the verge of a full smile.  My grin slowly subsides as I gaze out the window and notice smoke rising from three different locations.  I can’t help to think about the smoke I saw ascending from different settings in the mountains of Honduras while we were on approach to the airport of San Pedro Sula six days ago.  This sight was the first of many questions I would have.  The first of many heart-changing answers I would receive. 

    We are closer to Atlanta now.  My smile is back and is intensified.  I just thought about Gwendy.  She was one of the many children at Rio Colorado.  She was with us each day we arrived at the church to work.  My smile is nothing in comparison to Gwendy's.  It was intoxicating.  She asked for nothing.  She gave everything in her smile.

    As far as I can see from the view of the plane, there are buildings, roads, and homes visible from 5,000 feet.  I think back to the one road we saw upon our arrival into Honduras.  Yes, one road.  This view of my home has no physical changes from a week ago.  However, what I see with my spiritual eyes is an entirely new perception.  I'm not sad for the people of Honduras and what they call home.  They understand the true meaning of that word and have a deep appreciation for what they possess.  They comprehend the magnitude and value of being blessed.  They understand from where and in Whom their provision comes from.  Minimum resources are used to the maximum for the benefit of family and home.  No, I'm not ashamed to be coming home.  I'm just much more aware of its value.  

    I will attempt to describe my week in a beautiful country and with its beautiful people that has caused me to never think the same.  Gloria a Dios!