I’ve been listening to an audio book from Anne Lamott, her newest. It plays while I drive my kids around and while I commute to work or school. I love her voice, like an old friend calling shotgun to talk about the good the bad and the ugly of everyday. Yesterday, she was talking aboutContinue reading “Go Back to the Last Place You had It and Look There”
I thought I exercised my daring self-confidence by hopping a plane to a third-world country for a month. In truth, I yielded my will altogether.
Evangelism sometimes uses hammers and nails, donated shoes, cotton candy and popcorn machines, cinder blocks and concrete, games of tag, airport terminals, and long conversations in government offices.
Sometimes serving looks like giving kids their first taste of cotton candy. Other times serving looks like reading a Bible story entirely in Spanish while a young girl helps me with the big words. But serving also looks like typing up Spanish texts while our host drives. Serving can look like a hammer and a pocket full of nails.
I don’t know how to blog about Honduras. I didn’t journal as well as I’d planned. I didn’t open my laptop unless I had to. I did a lot of verbal processing, thanks to Jamie being with me and willing to listen. So now, here I am, back in America. I want to share soContinue reading “The Rainbow and Silvia”
Today, after doing a couple of touristy things (visiting two Catholic churches, eating pupusas and plantains in a street café), we rode to the base of the hill where Diamanté is located. Last year, most of my trip was spent in Diamanté, but this year I have not visited. We pulled up by a smallContinue reading “Honduras: July 9th”
From my journal on July 4, 2016 We’re building a house at the bottom edge of the city dump. I just helped nail down the floor boards. The fourth wall is going up. Next, the roof. A chainsaw will slice through wood – madera – to open up one window and one door. From theContinue reading “Honduras: July 4th”
On Saturday, we went to the market. I spent a lot of time pointing at fruits and vegetables (frutas y verduras) and repeating their Spanish labels, asking Josue if I got them right. After the market, we went to Mi Esperanza to organize the food into buckets. Then we loaded up the trucks and theContinue reading “Honduras, July 2 & 3”
After being awake more than 36 hours, I slept well last night. We hiked up a mountain to build today. We were building a house in memory of my friend’s father. It rained off and on, but the temperature was great. I was able to steal a few moments to journal, so I will justContinue reading “Honduras 2016, July 1”
A friend asked, “Why did you choose Honduras?” At the risk of sounding corny and cliché, I didn’t choose Honduras. Honduras chose me. I went to Mexico when I was 16, and I always thought I would go back. I never did. I met my best friend around ten years ago. Much of her familyContinue reading “Why Honduras?”