Excuse me while I chew out humanity today. I’m angry, but I feel like I have every right to be.
I’m sick of people giving the church a bad name. If you claim to be a Christian, start acting like one. That doesn’t mean that you throw the Bible out the window. That doesn’t mean that you approve of…
I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to write my first blog. There’s just so much to say, when I sit down to write, I don’t even know where to begin. But the more I wait, the more there will be so I might as well just suck it up and write. So here goes nothing:
Home is funny term to me. It’s funny how we call certain places home. We have our home-physical house-that our parents live in. Sometimes we call the first place we lived our hometown, or the place we lived the longest, or even just the place we liked the most. I have called many places home throughout my short life. But I have never felt such a bond with a place as I do with Honduras. Coming back is one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever felt. I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels…right. Even just driving down the street in Teguce, something inside me tells me this is where I’ve always meant to be. Well if not always, right now at least. Maybe it’s because the past year taught me to live fully in the moment rather than waiting for the next one to start. Maybe…but I think it’s something more than that. Right here. Right now. This is where God wants me. He shows me that everyday.
My first ten days or so of my time here was spent at the children’s home that I will be working at all year. I didn’t really do much since I would be leaving so soon for language school, but I loved just being able to be with the kids. I love them so much. They are such a handful sometimes, but I love every minute I get to spend with them. I have so many small stories that I could tell about different things that happened over the few days I was there. Hearing them sing every morning, playing legos with Josue every morning after breakfast and chores and having him crawl in my lap just to give me a hug and tell me I’m pretty, one of the new kids calling me tia (aunt), just so much.
Right now I’m 7-8 hours away from them. I started missing them my very first morning here when I realized I wouldn’t see those sweet smiles for 4 weeks. But I am really enjoying language school. I’ve made new friends, which helps out a lot. My teacher is incredible. The family I live with is so patient and kind. And I am learning so much. It’s so frustrating not being able to communicate on the level that I would like to. That is why I am so excited about this month. I really hope to learn as much as possible. I just want to be able to speak like an adult and not a 2 year old. I doubt I’ll be fluent by the end, but hopefully I’ll be close.
Yes I miss my friends and family. More than anyone could imagine. But I thank God for the ability to communicate with them. Even when I’m not actually able to talk to them, God finds a way to remind me that I am never alone. Sometimes it’s through a song, or a memory, or even a gift from someone back home that reminds me that I’m loved.
I know this year is going to have difficulties, but I’m ready. God is doing big things here, and I’m so excited to be apart of His work.