I am so glad that Casa Hogar is one of my homes. It is such a beautiful home. I am feeling the language barrier more this time than ever before. I think it is because I have spent the last two years in recovery listening to people’s hearts. I can’t listen to the children’s hearts here. I can barely figure out if they are asking how many pairs of shoes I own or how many feet I have. Real conversation from today. I wish instead I could listen for hours as they tell me their deepest needs, dreams and desires. Isn’t that what is life changing?
When I was quite tempted not to come on this trip because I was afraid of facing my own insecurity, I decided I better come because I really needed to do something for myself once. It feels very much like that. Like I am am doing something for myself. Like my life will once again be transformed at the end of this week.
I tell you that to tell you this. I found it quite touching yesterday when the first thing one of the boys said to me was about God being big and strong and mighty. It is the song I taught them last time. Then today a couple other kids were disappointed I wasn’t going to be doing music this week. I was really encouraged – not because I began to think I am a great singer, I definitely am not – but I love that that is what they remember. The amazing time we had worshipping God together a few years ago. It also encourages me now that even if I can’t listen to their hearts, I can impact their lives. I didn’t realize how much listening to people’s hearts has become a part of who I am.
And they remember other things about me too, like how I used to lift weights and be so strong. And I remember things about them, but not very many things because I can’t understand. But I can still hold them for hours and drive them crazy saying “Que?”.
Hasta mañana…
“And if the Spirit of him who raised Christ from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies, because of his Spirit who lives in you.” – Romans 8
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