So blessed

I love being God’s hands in Honduras

I love watching Fernando and Carlos build a tree house as a team.

I love watching Ariel and Christopher wheel barrow a huge amount of trash every day without complaint.

I love seeing the Christian relationships built over 10 months by these World Racers

I love evangelizing SIDE BY SIDE in the park with Herman, telling our life stories and of God’s power to anyone who will listen.

I love watching our boys hand out tracts to people on the street and dance around to worship songs.

I love hearing each one of them give prepared messages during our meetings at night.

I love being able to bring a meal, conversation, and a simple touch to people who spend their lives living in a dump.

I love watching the boys pray over each other, and over the adults as well.

I love that when it’s time to pray, at least 2 or 3 hands go up to volunteer.

I love the peace that God gives me when I sit on the prayer wall and look out at His beautiful creation.

I love waking up every day to a community where I’m greeted with an enormous amount of love and kisses on the cheek.

I love being able to work for a ministry that I whole heartedly believe in.

I love seeing the fruit of seeds planted in the past.

I love working with old friends and meeting new ones.

I love being able to serve those around me.

I love watching God heal some of the incredible pain in these boys’ hearts.

I love being able to see, even if for a small time, Henri and Josue who I worked so much with last summer.

I love being challenged and encouraged every day.

I love that God is not content with me staying in my comfort zone.

I love watching Fernando curl up with Tony whenever possible.

I love that these kids no longer see themselves as street kids.

I love falling asleep, exhausted, and knowing that I accomplished what God wanted me to accomplish that day.

I love going into Los Pinos and seeing my old friends.

I love thinking about baby Genesis’ future being raised in this community.

I love knowing that at this time in my life, I’m exactly where God wants me to be.

I love enjoying the little things.

I love falling asleep under rain on a tin roof.

I love driving in Honduras, it makes me feel like I’m at home.

I love seeing a 15 year old girl, who only knows her value in attention from men, begin to have community with Christian women.

I love seeing a group of North Americans, protected by God, staying the night in Los Pinos.

I love living in a community where “tell me your life story” is a normal conversation starter.

I love that I don’t miss home.

I love being given responsibility.

I love seeing God’s beauty in the mountains of Honduras. 

I love building such strong relationships with these boys.

I love my Bible and prayer time with Herman every morning.

I love that never in my life have I ever imagined (or really desired) that I’d be living overseas, working with teenage boys, until now.

I love that these boys treat each other like brothers.

I love that, for whatever reason, God has chosen to put His name on me and send me out to do His work.

I love that this won’t be my last time in Honduras.

I love when the boys stop what they’re doing, even if it’s just pulling chicken or sitting on the couch, to tell me that they enjoy spending time with me.

I love seeing Tony’s heart and passion for these boys.

I love witnessing God move in Honduras.