Wednesday, October 2, 2013


Honduras. Where does one start? Writing about the past ten days away, could fill a book. We met amazing people who we learned we were related to! I didn’t know I was Honduran until I met such special Brothers and Sisters in the Lord there. We are family…beyond blood and nationality, but through our Savior, Jesus.

Before leaving the States, our deepest prayer was that we could express our love and enthusiasm to the people there through our limited Spanish. I am still amazed at how God answered that prayer! Everywhere we went we felt like family. Alexis and I jumped in to help in the kitchen (which gave them no end of laughter) whenever we could, and learned that you can laugh and make friends with a language barrier. Everywhere we went, people wanted to cook for us, so by the end of ten days, Alexis and I could pat out tortillas, Honduran style! We are used to rolling our tortillas out, but they pat them out and somehow they stretch and form perfect circles, unless you’re me…mine looked more like continents. 

Not having Internet, we didn’t know the weather or temperature, but it sure was hot! Even now it’s hard for us to describe to the family how very, very hot it was. Water never tasted so good! We had rain in the evenings, but it never deterred the people from coming to church. For four nights straight, we had meetings where Mr. Leiva preached, and we would pick up as many people as we could in our van and act as a shuttle bus to take parents with little ones home afterward. It is truly humbling how seriously they take church and fellowship with each other. 

Mr. Leiva and Dad had so many opportunities to share Jesus. The needs of the people are so great you hardly know where to start. Working through Pastor Alfonso was a great advantage to us as he knows the area and the people. We walked street after street knocking on doors, sharing Jesus, giving away little things to the children and praying for people. Julio, who Dad and the rest of the men had met earlier this year, crawled out of his home to greet us. Julio can’t walk and is considered slow, and it was heart wrenching to see him drag himself, smiling the whole way, to see us. Watching him reminded us of our Santi and how blessed we are to be able to care for him as we do. There were young women our age with babies to raise and no apparent father around to protect and care for very sad; girls and young moms not accepting the invitation to church or the gospel because of their way of life, was convicting. Have they never heard of His forgiveness and how they can be set free? Do they not know that He is The Redeemer? We had the privilege to share with some about this forgiveness, this grace, but there are so many more that need to be told.

Our the second day there, Dad came down with a terrible sickness, something they call “denge”, which is contracted from mosquitoes.  It hit him so suddenly, and the Pastor and men from his church wanted to take him to the hospital to get a shot. They would all get around him and pray for him and of course talk in Spanish…I guess this was a good thing because Alexis and I didn’t realize maybe how very sick Dad was. He was able to get some antibiotics and with much prayer, he was healed! If this sickness was for anything, I think it was to show us the love of the Pastor and his wife, and the sweet people of his congregation. They brought soup to the little house we were staying in and one night their son brought Gatorade, which is a pricy commodity for them, and sat in a chair to watch over him while we all went to the evening service. Their love was so sacrificial…simply overwhelming. Didn’t we come to serve and bless them?? 

Some of the homes we went to were way back on muddy roads and others in town, but wherever we went, the Lord blessed. Everyone seemed so open to hear about the Lord.
As I said before, to tell all that happened would take forever to write down, but suffice it to say, we want to go back! As we were leaving one town, we said we wanted to come back and the family waved and said “we’ll be waiting!”  May God do it.

It was wonderful to experience all that we did as a family and church family…even though just five of us were able to go, we will be forever changed. It’s not one of those, “I just went on a mission trip” sayings, but really…things won’t be the same. How can I sleep in my nice bed, enjoy our air-conditioned home, nice hot shower, amazing kitchen and not think of where I have just been? When we finally arrived home, Alexis burst into tears walking up our driveway. The Lord’s blessings to us just overwhelmed her. Our room looked so fancy and bigger than any home we’d seen whole families live in. In our society, we live in a modest home, maybe too small for those that think a family with 13 children should have…but we are so blessed!


Here is a short picture presentation from Honduras we will be sharing with our church… 

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for writing this. You wrote this up much better than I would. I agree wholeheartedly; especially with your statement that it isn't just a, "I just went on a mission trip," saying. I don't believe we really have the option of having gone -just to go- and to come back unchanged.

    I can't wait to go back!