Below is a post written by Northwest Regional sponsor, Barb Schultz! Last month she visited NPH Nicaragua and got to meet her goddaughter for the first time in person! Here is her story:
We first encountered NPH through our parish in Sumner,
WA. My daughter, Megan, and I attended
an event to see the dancers from one of the homes perform, and then heard the
amazing stories from some of the pequenos.
God led our family to a decision to sponsor a child – so my daughter
picked little Marbely from the photos posted on the big board in the lobby of
the church. Her birthday was the day
before Megan’s so she thought that was pretty special.
For these past many years, we have sent our monthly
donations, and written letters and cards back and forth with Marbely. I always thought it would be wonderful to
meet her someday, but to be honest, I never really believed it would
happen. Nicaragua seemed another world
Then this spring, I got the annual postcard in the mail
announcing the NPH NW’s yearly trip. I
was just ready to send it to the recycle bin, when suddenly it hit me. This year they were visiting Nicaragua,
Marbely, now 22, would soon be leaving
the NPH home there, and Megan’s summers at home in between college may be
limited in the future. This was our
We took the leap of faith and booked the trip – so excited
to meet our god daughter after all these years.
Luck was with us and Marbely was at the home on break from the
university where she had just begun classes.
I was a little anxious about how our meeting would go since
our communication had been pretty basic in letters due to the language
barrier. But when we first met, all
fears dissolved. We hugged as if she was
truly another daughter/sister. A little
shy at first, Marbely was more and more talkative as the week went on. Her basic English and Megan’s basic Spanish
(and both laughing at my attempts to speak) worked well enough for us to share
how excited we were to meet her and see the home that has been hers for all
these years. We talked, we laughed, we
taught each other card games and played soccer.
It was truly a touching experience for all 3 of us. We even managed to involve my husband and son
by sending voice messages over a phone ap.
By the end of the week, Megan felt like she truly had a
sister and I another daughter. There
were lots of tears and hugs when it came time to say goodbye – for now. We’ve already been in touch several times
since arriving home. We have a real
person on the other end of our letters and messages now, rather than just a
name and photos. She is part of our
family and we love her!