(Okay, so I know I just poseted a blog, but I only have internet access once a week, and I typed this one up a couple of nights ago, so here's another.)
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Flash back to the night before I left for this trip. September 1st. Well, technically it was the day I left, September 2nd. 4am.
It is my last night at home for 9 months. My last night in my bed. My last chance to eat “normal” food in my kitchen. My last time to hug my parents goodnight. My last night for a lot of things for 9 months.
I’m dead tired. I’m filled with joy and peace and disbelief knowing what is about to happen. I’m nervous. I’m sad. I’m stressed. I’m excited. I’m anxious.
Hannah, one of my best friends in the whole wide world is spending the night at my house. I decide that my backpack’s too full. I need to ditch some stuff and repack. She’s 100% ready to help me. We’re doing that. Just enjoying each other’s presence. I’m second guessing ever single item in my bag. She’s having mega patience with me. I feel the need to play a song. So I do. And we dance. In the middle of my living room. At 4 in the morning. We just dance. And hug. And hold each other. With smiles. And tears. And joy. In love. Because He’s beautiful.
Now back to tonight: September 5th. Our second night in Honduras. It’s about 8:00 and I’m just hungry for dinner. Instead of just sitting around waiting, our team decides to worship. We’re in the main room here at the site where we are staying. A room that used to be one of the most popular night clubs in Honduras. We are singing. Hands high. Hugging. Crying. Laughing. Smiling. Three little Honduran boys join in, grabbing water jugs and matching the beat of the song with their hands. These boys that were living in a garbage dump a year ago at this time. Worshiping the Lord with us. With so much joy. Because He’s beautiful.
He is truly so so so beautiful. I cannot even begin to comprehend His beauty.
As we sang tonight, all I could think about was my beautiful friend Hannah. Truly one of the most beautiful people I know. How we had been singing and dancing to that song in my own home only a few short days ago. It was such a beautiful moment. One that I was so sad to leave.
But then here I am. In a different country. With different people. Different foods. Different language. Different everything. But I am signing the same song. About the same God. He’s beautiful.
I look up and see those 3 little boys, smiling from ear to ear, playing those water jugs with so much talent. So much joy. So much love and hope. He is so beautiful.
What God other than ours could do this; could convey His perfect and undeniable beauty like this? My best friend all of a sudden became 3 dirty little brown boys. My home all of a sudden became an old Honduran night club. And through it all, God is saying, “Look, I’m still the same. And I’m beautiful.”
Beautiful 🙂