Home for Christmas

Well not in the United States ‘home.’ But I’m learning ‘home’ can be anywhere you make it. 

I’ve been living at an orphanage in El Salvador for 2 and a half weeks now. I’ve made 16 new sisters and 11 new brothers. I’ve been sleeping on the floor in the living room (comfortably). Mornings begin and nights end with hugs. I’ve learned to love food that I hated back home. My home is painted hot pink and I love it. There are bunk beds and frilly girly things in every room. My home is warm and full of laughs and so much love. 

Sure I miss my home in Ohio. I miss spending the holidays with my family and friends. I miss the traditions and basic comforts of America. There are so many moments that I think about what I would be doing if I were home. I’d be attending holiday parties, exchanging gifts, attending a Christmas Eve service at my church, dressing up, and relaxing on Christmas Day celebrating the birth of Jesus. That’s not what my Christmas season has looked like this year and that’s ok. 

I’ve spent it with a big loving family that all love Jesus. I’ve enjoyed the kids receiving and opening their gifts. I’m wearing my one nice outfit – a sleeveless dress and sandals. My Christmas Eve feast was turkey with stuffing and rice. I spent Christmas Day at the mall exchanging gifts with my team, FaceTiming my family and friends and having an amazing American meal at Long Horn Steak House. 

This Christmas was definitely not a traditional Christmas but has easily become one of my favorites. I’m so thankful for my team family and am continually blessed by them. This Christmas truly captured the spirit and meaning of the day… Jesus.