“FRIED CHICKEN PERFUME…” Monday afternoon, we boarded the plane in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. After a few minutes, I realized I was sitting in 19E with little memory of how I arrived. After being motionless for a while, I opened my backpack and pulled out my iPad. What awaited me was a BIG, FAT, SLOPPY, WET KISS FROM GOD… my darlin’ Luis’ small fried chicken fingerprints abstractly left on my iPad screen!! I tightly closed my eyes, touching every sacred print as deep emotion left white trails in my make-up. Like an artist, I took my two fingers and began to draw his name repetitiously on my canvass of “oil-based paint.” With love on my finger tips, I dabbed my wrists and behind my ears as if it was an expensive alabaster “fried chicken perfume.” Our last memory together was like Gorilla Glue in my mind as my 13-year-old (who still wears a size 10-12 boys) clung to the hem of my shirt as we were leaving, my arms pulling his tiny frame into my chest (“just one more time”). Hardened remnants of his tears and nose mucous decorated my T-shirt as my hands aggressively retraced his crusted DNA. I felt close to him, longing to savor everything and anything that was part my little Honduran son. I was a mother re-living the raw experience of going home with half of my family and half of my heart… SOUFFLÉ of GRACE... For anyone taking your priceless time to read this Cliff-Noted story who might be experiencing your own flavor of pain right now, I am asking God to reach into the crevices of your soul and prepare a soufflé of healing grace for you. Let’s sit at the Captain’s Table and dine together, ok??? There’s plenty of chairs. PILLOW FIGHTS & SPEND-THE-NIGHTS!! Leaving Luis was (BAR NONE) the hardest thing I have ever had to do in all of my years of life. But, I must say, the 8 days we spent with him were MILKED TO THE LAST DROP & LAVISHLY LIVED OUT LOUD and were 8 of the most cherished and memoriable days of my life!!!!! We laughed until I thought our kidneys and spleens might spill out, pillow fought & wrestled like maniacs, ate chocolate chip cookies & Doritos for breakfast, played & danced outside (in the rain) until exhaustion filled our lungs, hiked miles in the Guamacian mountains, snuggled every night cheek-to-cheek and hand-in-hand, prayed & studied Gods Word together, & gelled as if we had always been family!! Theres an INDESCRIBABLE JOY & HOPE in my heart knowing that one day [soon] hell be sleeping in his bed upstairs... THANK YOU (KIND & BEAUTIFUL SOULS) FOR WALKING THE ROAD WITH US ON OUR “JOURNEY OF LUIS…”
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 02:27:32 +0000
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