How do we sum up such a moving experience? On Sat we drove close to 2 hours to go to a tiny church for worship. As we drove into San Pablo, the Pastor who was so very humble and proud at the same time of his church met us.
We were served a delicious meal of rice and beans and stewed chicken and we fellowshipped with the Pastor and his family.
As the church service started, the people poured into this tiny church that had 4 rows of wooden benches. Their hearts set to worship.
The praise in worship was so moving and the heartfelt love of the Lord filled the room.
After service, we loaded back up and headed home, (yes it feels like home here). After driving 2 hours in the pitch dark on a very country road we arrived back in Belize City and straight to bed.
Sunday morning arrived with feelings of sadness. This would be our next to last Church service with our new family. Tears started to flow as soon as we arrived at the church. The worship was sweet.
Rick preached for the first service (English speaking congregation) and did a great job.
We left Church with hugs and prayers from these sweet people in our hearts.
Around noon we were each taken to our host homes for lunch. We were delighted to find out we were going to Sister Thelma and her Husbands home!!! She cooked for us during the week and is a wonderful cook. She stands just less than 4 feet 6 inches tall but what she lacks in height she makes up for in love and cooking!! We laughed at the different things different people serve their guests. She told us she once unknowingly ate BBQ iguana! After lunch we came back home and rested. Getting ready for our last church service here.
Pastor Nelson preached in Spanish, Consuelo translated in English and a young man then translated into Creole for our Haitian Brothers and Sisters. What a wonderful service.
Then Children of the church presented us each with a gift and the tears flowed freely as we never expected this honor.
Monday morning dawns with a sense of loss for me as I type this I am secretly hoping the airport is closed so we don’t have to leave yet. Bags are packed and the room feels sad. It will be so very hard to hug and say “adios amigos”. But we know we will be back, and I will keep that knowledge in my heart until we can say “Buenos Dias” face to face.
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