house of blessing

not many see this side of roatan

i call it the 'real roatan'

this is where patrick lives,

he is the young drummer at our church

who is only 17 and is orphaned.

both parents died and he and his 2 brothers and 2 sisters

are being raised by his grama.

after church today,

i felt compelled to take patrick to the store to 

get groceries.

we have  friends who send us money from canada
we are so grateful for their willingness to help. 
luba sent us some money to help out a family and

this morning i knew that family would be patrick's.

he was thrilled to come groceries shopping.

bob jokingly said,

now patrick no chocolate bars okay?

and he seriously said,

what is a chocolate bar?

can you believe that?

so we loaded him up with rice, beans, flour, sugar,

pasta, plaintains, payaya, mangos, milk,

chicken and many more things.

the cart was full.

so was his heart.

i asked Patrick if he liked peanut butter and he said

oh yes but that peanut butter would be gone in one day

at our house.

i laughed and said,

well let's get it then!!

who cares if it only lasts one day.. it is probably because you love it so much.

he smiled,

his white teeth glistening against his beautiful dark skin

and said,

yes miss debi i sure do!!

bob helping bring the groceries in

we drove to his grama's house.

i call it the house of blessing because

today they felt that God has visited them

and i agree wholeheartedly.

they were so overwhelmed and grateful.

after this photo we all gathered in a circle

for a time of prayer

it was such a blessing to meet them

and share with them.

You may look at this house and see only poverty

I walked into this house and i saw 

family 

and 

love

and faith

and 

gratitude

and 

JOY

remember the poor..

they are everywhere around you. 

xo