This blog post is going to be a bit different this time around. I am posting a link to a video that my husband Kendall made for COJ of some footage that he captured while on a mission trip to Honduras a few weeks ago. Those who are close to me know that I was lamenting that my husband was gone to Honduras for 10 days leaving me home to hold down the fort and tend to the kids...ALONE. I kept a running count down on facebook of how many days until he came home to us. Well, after viewing the raw footage that he captured while he was there I realized that it was well worth my being on my own for a few days.
Before he left I knew about the bare bones of this trip. I knew that he was going on this mission trip for work and that he was supposed to be capturing footage of the house they were building in La Masica and that they were going to be visiting a nursing home. Beyond that I wasn't exactly sure what he was going to be doing. I had heard several times at church about previous work that had been done during mission trips that our church has gone on. Deep down I could sense that this was going to be life changing experience for him. Little did I know how much it would end up touching me personally.
When he got home he had to log all of the footage that he captured. There were several times when I was watching the raw footage that I caught myself tearing up. I was deeply touched by the people and the faces that I was seeing. I wanted to know about them and who they were. I was captivated by the beautiful children and I was touched by the look of thanks in the eyes of the adults. Even now, even though I wasn't the one who went on the trip I find myself thinking of them on a daily basis.
When I watch the video it brings tears to my eyes and makes me want to be a better person. I want to look for ways that I can help others. It also makes me think about why I went into Anthropology in college. I finally decided on Anthropology because I found myself drawn to those types of classes. I loved learning about other cultures, their traditions and belief systems. Another interesting tidbit is that photography was something that was encouraged as a minor for Anthropology!
I want to thank my husband for sharing his experience with me. It has opened my eyes, my heart and my mind. I find myself thinking about how and where I can make difference whether it is in helping those people in Honduras or those here in our own community. My hope is that it will give you pause to stop and think about how fortunate we are to live where we do. How fortunate we are to have a roof over our heads, clean drinking water and an over abundance of food on a daily basis. Treating others with kindness can go a long way. I think we can help others...one friendship at a time!
