Family Pic: Holy Thursday
Riding Honduran Style in the back of the truck!
Teary-eyed goodbyes!
Holy Week Team!
Greg&Dave with the kids!
So I had been begging for ANYONE in my family to come visit! And as Dave said “it’s so YOU Therese to get appendicitis the week we surprise you and come visit!” But needless to say I think My Dad and the boys had an amazing week. Of course I wanted them to visit because I missed them, but there was so much more to it. For the past year I have been living this life, loving and being loved by these people…I needed for the one’s who know me the best to see my life down here. It changes you, and I need to be held accountable to the fact that I can no longer live the same, take the same things for granted, or forget the poor that I call my own. It completed something in my heart to have them come here, stay with the Friars, experience community life, FINALLY meet Carol (the Leader of the Mission) and see our life here. My plan to show them around would have been a lot different, but God knows. For some reason He wanted them skinning sheep with the Friars, helping out with the AIDS kids at the Missionaries of Charity House, doing live Stations of the Cross, and taking care of me.
It was so hard for me, who as a nurse am so used to caring for others, to be cared for myself. I wanted to be up and entertaining them, and caring for them, but instead they were helping me out of bed, talking, laughing, and crying with me. I talk about my family a lot. I am so proud of the parents God gave me, and of us 9 kids, if you talk with me for more then 10 minutes you’ll have at least heard one Maria Floyd story (she is our baby)! These weeks after surgery I have heard from so many of the people in my life here how touched they were by my Dad and brothers. Someone to listen to them, a joke shared, or how they just entered into life here. I needed for the people here to know them, and for them to know my family here. In return, they were changed too. How can you not be when you come face to face with Christ in the poor, there are no facades… I thank God that He had His way… somehow this was the week He planned for them to be here… it is unreal to me that they were with me through surgery and brought me home, and just loved me. We were able to spend Holy Thursday and Good Friday sharing in the beauty of our faith along with the beautiful liturgies at the Friars. It was an experience I will never forget…so if you ever doubt that God has a bigger plan….remember the appendix!
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