The Adventure Continues

It seems completely surreal to be sitting in the WGM guest house in Tegucigalpa on my last night in Honduras, right where my adventure began about seven weeks ago.  But this trip, which seemed like a mere blink of an eye, has given me so much wisdom-about God, what it means to have a relationship with Him, what it takes to be a missionary, and so much more.

One of the first things I learned coming here was how quickly a place can become home.  At first it can seem like you will never fit in; and then after a while you realize that you can understand most of what people are saying to you (so you can start to use words other than "Que?"); you realize that you actually have friends (courtesy of a couple bottles of soda and a deck of Uno cards); you realize that you can find your way from town back to the school (go past the big unfinished building, which is next to the smaller unfinished building, turn right at the gas station and follow the pot holes to El Sembrador); and before you know it, you realize that it's time to go and you aren't quite ready to say good-bye to all the people that you love.

I will miss so many things-getting to speak Spanish, working in an office where I could listen to anything from rapid, incomprehensible conversations about farm equipment to my friend in the room next door playing "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" on his computer, dropping everything I was working on to play endless rounds of Uno with the kids that came by my house.

I will miss beautiful views like this:

But mostly I will miss hanging out with kids like Daniel:

And Fernando and Samir:

And everyone else:

We have such an amazing God who has created some truly wonderful people.  And whether they are in Honduras, the Dominican Republic, or right down the street, I am looking forward to meeting even more of them in the future.  This is about the time in my trip where I get really upset and don't want to go, but during these past couple months God has taught me that these aren't good-byes; these are stepping stones, slowly leading me to where He wants me to end up.  My time in Honduras is over (for now), but I know He has much more in store for me wherever I am!  And, God-willing, I will be able to see my Honduran friends very soon.

Thank you to everyone who has kept up with my trip this summer and given their time, money, and prayers to help support me.  I can't even begin to describe to you how blessed I was through my time here, and it is a direct result of how much support I received from back home.  I thank God for each and every one of you, and I hope that God blesses you as much as He has blessed me this summer.