Dedos de Pie

Dedos de pie. That’s my favorite thing to say in spanish. It means “toes.” Or, more literally, “fingers of the foot.” The literal translation might be why I like it so much.

But while we were in Honduras I didn’t get one single chance to say that in any kind of appropriate context. Disappointing.

I did, however, fill my days doing everything our supporters sent us down there to do.

That’s right. I tricked you into reading a mission trip post. :) If you’re a scanner, go ahead and watch the video at the bottom.

I gave the staff of the orphanage some much-needed support. There are 600+ kids of all ages in Orphanage Emmanuel. There are about 22 staff (some paid, some volunteer). If you’re any good at math, you understand that the staff just doesn’t have time to do a lot of the things they’d love to do. Here’s a few:

  • I helped our team dig up about 200 yards of broken sewage line and replaced it with good, strong, not-broken pipe. So, we were standing in doodoo water. For real. But the team got the job done and now the orphanage is a healthier place to live in. This definitely could not have been done without your support. Thank you.
  • Members of our team offered their voices and stories to the daily Bible studies and chapel services. As you might imagine, the kids don’t really hear the house leaders’ stories anymore because they’ve become so stale.
  • You may have read in the last post, I muscled the baby carts through mountainous terrain to give the ladies at the infant house a bit of a break. Seriously, watch this video if you haven’t yet.

I loved on the kids. Since the staff is so small, the kids don’t get as much positive attention from adults as they need to feel healthy. So, I and the rest of the team passed out hugs, held hands, and gave attention until it left our bodies bruised. And I loved it.

  • I was constantly something to climb on. Even when sunburned. The need for love outweighed the shooting pains.
  • I wrested the 8-11 year old boys for hours. Once, accidentally, on top of a mostly dried up cow patty. *shrug*
  • I had terrible, nonsensical conversations with the 10-18 year-old girls. It was only terrible because of my level of comprehension of Spanish. But, let me tell you, it meant sooo much for them to get that personal conversation, even if it didn’t make much sense.

So, if you are one of the many who joined our team by supporting it prayerfully or financially, Thank you. And even if you were one of the many who told us you were going to give and just forgot, Thank you. Your intention went a long way, too (and I promise to give you more opportunities, smiley face). Together, we did so many wonderful things.

Supporters, please please please let’s get together so I or Jenny can fill you in a lot more on what we did. There are some things that really can’t be expressed properly unless it’s in a conversation. And then there are also some things that we straight up aren’t allowed to write about. You deserve to know what you were a part of, so let’s get together!

Here’s a four minute video giving you a brief idea of what we did:

Orphanage Emmanuel September 2012 from Chadwick Floyd on Vimeo.

Jenny and I are determined to return within the next year. Will you join us?

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