I don’t speak Spanish and Hondurans don’t speak English, but we do speak the language of love.
Today we spoke love.
Today we spoke touch.
Today we spoke the language of smiles.
We spent time this afternoon in a little village just north of the capital city playing with sweet Honduran kids. We played soccer, jumped rope, played tag and just loved on kids. They wanted to held, touched and our undivided attention. We were glad to give it.
You don’t have to take a class to learn to speak the language of love … it’s a universal language.
(This sweet little girl just wanted to be held. Every time I’d try and put her down, she’s just stick her arms up to me wanting to be held again. Several thought the poor baby had head lice, but I decided if she wanted to be held … I was going to hold her anyway. And yes, I’ve been checked twice since I’ve been home … no lice.)