#grievingloss

Christmas in Honduras.

I wish I was in Honduras right now. It’s weird to say that, considering I am “home”, and everyone wants to be home for the holidays, right? Well, I’m not sure where home is at this point, so I miss the place where I spent my last three Christmases. My Mom would say it’s because I always want to be where I’m not. That is often true. Funny thing is, it was never true when I was in Honduras for Christmas. I never wished to be anywhere else.

I just always loved Christmas in Honduras.

I loved celebrating it Honduras-style. Random spattering of Christmas lights. Nothing fancy, except for that one ridiculously lit-up house by the university. Having to be creative with Christmas decorations. Fireworks going off so often that even gringos learn to distinguish between the sound of a firework and that of a gunshot. (haha, sad, I know) Becoming more united with my team as we were all we had.

And then there’s the counting down the days with the boys. Reminding them that Christmas began the day Jesus ascended into heaven. That’s when the waiting began. The Advent. The return of the long-awaited Savior. And most of all, I loved being able to create new Christmas memories for the kids. Ones that are completely different and (hopefully) Christ-centered memories.

For now, I will choose to rejoice in where the Lord has me. In my new-old home. With my family, who WANTS to spend Christmas with me. Thank you, Lord.