AIA HONDURAS: THE GIRLS

I am having a very hard time finding the words to write about my missions trip to Honduras with Athletes in Action. The one thing I have been able to reflect on are the girls that I was able to share this experience with. 

Just a few weeks ago I had no idea who these high school girls were. I met them for the first time at the Toronto airport before taking off for a ten day missions trip to Honduras. The opportunity to join the Athletes in Action Volleyball staff came out of nowhere. When asked if I would be interested, I heard a resounding YES. The initial excitement quickly turned to hesitation when I realized that I would be helping lead a group Christian student-athletes. I was not convinced that I was wise enough to do so. I certainly did not feel qualified for the position. I had a voice in my head telling me that I probably should not go. 

But, fear is a BIG FAT LIAR. 

Over the course of ten days with these girls, I connected with each one of them in a very different and meaningful way. We shared our struggles, our faith, and our love for life. We laughed, we cried, we played A LOT of volleyball, and we prayed even more. I saw a little piece of myself in each on them as I watched them battle with their insecurities and grow in their purpose. 

These girls impacted my life in such a profound way. They listened intently to my testimony and endless stories. They encouraged me when I felt weak and and consoled me through A LOT of tears. Most importantly, they made me smile and laugh every single day. From the most outspoken one to the quietest -- I felt a deep connection to each one of them.  

I think that connection comes from knowing WHOSE we are. Understanding that we are all loved the same.

At the end of the trip, we wrote encouragement notes to each other. When I read mine, I was overcome with a flood of tears. I can remember doing this exact same thing with my high school volleyball team. I can remember how much I LOVED being told how good I was at sports. I hoped my teammates would tell me how pretty and funny I was. I looked for affirmation in who I thought I was. 

I remember clinging onto every word written, as if it were fact. 

This time was different. These notes had no bearing on who I am. My identity was neither confirmed or denied through what was written. The one thing I was sure of when reading the notes was that God is clearly at work and He is GOOD. 

It is funny to hear Christians say that they want a faith like yours. Like HELLO, I am new to this. But, that might also be the coolest part. Faith is not about how well you know the Bible, what scripture you have memorized, your church attendance or how many years you can call yourself a Christian. God is not concerned with that. 

What matters is your heart and these girls have hearts of gold. 

Thank you to these girls for helping my faith and fire for our God continue to grow. I love you all like Liz loves kiddos, y'all love puppies, and Kendra loves a WHAT ARE THE ODDS challenge. 

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