Left To Reflect

At the moment I’m sitting in the airport of one of the biggest cities in the world. People rush by me on their way to catch their departing flight, linger to say good bye, and then strain for one last glimpse of a family member. Diana’s sister Donita, niece Samantha, and nephew Josiah have just entered the security area themselves and I am left alone in a sea of people to reflect on their Thanksgiving visit with us.

I could tell you about some of the things we did together: the visit to the market to buy cemitas (Puebla sandwiches), our visit to Cholula to see the Aztec pyramids, our Thanksgiving dinner with turkey and dried grasshoppers, the pre-dinner touch football game with friends, the all day and late night games, the visit to the Cathedral followed by hot churros, or the sidewalk dinner in Cholula.

Or, I could take time to reflect with you on the many things that were meaningful to us: the support and encouragement, learning about Samantha and Josiah’s summer trip to Kenya and hearing their heart, a special prayer time we had on Thursday evening, everyone’s servant attitude toward us, or an opportunity to share a bit of my heart at the Starbucks in the airport.

But, what was really meaningful to them? Beyond the first impressions and cultural intrigues what did they take home? If they could write their own story what would they tell us and what insight would they share? What tapestry did the Lord weave into their hearts that we or even they were unaware of? I’m left to only wonder and reflect. Regardless, we are thankful for them brightening our corner of the world by coming.

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