When I started trying to talk people into going with me this summer, I never dreamed that I’d take a group of 46. I wanted others to get the chance to experience the excitement, the emotion and the fullfillment that comes from short term missions and putting others before self. I had fallen in love with Honduras and wanted my church family to see why. I can honestly say now, they understand why I’m so passionate about this.
Everyone in my group worked SO hard. There were lots of laughs, sweat and many tears. The tears were expected. I loved watching our group serve others and then sit back and listen to them talk excitedly about what was accomplished. I couldn’t help but think of the story when Jesus sent the disciples out to work and how much he must have enjoyed listening to them talk about the things they did. I’m not Jesus, but I loved watching our group stretch and grow. My group now knows why I love Honduras, but the great thing is, they have now developed their own passion for Honduras.
Here are a few last pictures…
This was the last house that was built on Friday. It was a $1500 home with a $150,000 view.
Looking out the window of the house, you see our house building team, and some of the family that would be living in the house.
As mentioned earlier, each new home was given a house-warming gift. A suitcase full of bedding, blankets, cooking supplies and a few toys for the kids.
On the last night one of our own, Logan, gave his life to Christ. We had to go find water.
Isn’t that a great picture?
The only picture I could find of our blanket run. As mentioned earlier, someone had donated a bunch of blankets and late one night we took them to the hospital, where we found people sleeping all over the hard floors and on the stairways. Quietly we went around with the blankets and covered up cold sleeping people. Many were covered up with a blanket who never knew we were there.
And, I’ll remind you of the same think I reminded our group… Find your own Honduras everyday. If we look around us through the eyes of Jesus, we’re sure to find a Honduras close by. It may be a family down the street, a co-worker or a single mother who supports her family on a minimum wage job. You can find your Honduras in Childress, Dallas or anywhere, when we begin to see people through the eyes of Jesus.