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First Night In Homestay


Call us “Ma and Pa!” Meet Lucy and Clive, Marcela and my home-stay parents for the week in Oceanview! They are an elderly couple in their sixties, who live in a small home and have opened their doors for many to stay. At dinner they were the first to greet us with an excited hug and they rushed us home after the meet and greet banquet. We pulled up to their home and dropped our luggage in the middle of the small living room floor, sat down and chatted for four hours. We learned many things… We learned that Ma and Pa met when they were seven and eight years old. They grew up together, best friends and live together today as best friends. This adorable pair has generously opened their home to countless students and persons who have needed a place to stay, so they had several interesting stories to share about various individuals. We also learned some simple facts about Ma and Pa. For example, Pa cannot pray out loud, he only manages to utter a few words before he tears up and has to stop. Another interesting fact about Pa, he collects money from around the world. Pa has collected bills from many countries, most of which are found from the folk who stay with them. Ma collects mugs. Not just any mugs, uniquely odd mugs; I’m talking thrift store strange and one of a kind. She also loves dolphins. Both of them used to work for Cadbury Chocolate Company, which explains why they are so sweet! We turned in at 12:51 in the morning, Marcela and I were grateful to be in bed, falling asleep in our peachy, flower frilled comforter and the sounds of the television that Ma and Pa were watching. I am thrilled to see what God has in store for us this week with Ma and Pa and feel overwhelmingly blessed to be introduced as, “My American Baby,” sharing the comforts of a home. May you be a good steward of whatever God has given to you. Know that whatever you have, no matter how small is a blessing from God granted to you to honor God by loving your neighbor.
All my Love,
Gennavieve

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