As my friend Marc Tindall loves to says, “Today was a great day in Honduras.” My group of 46 worked so hard today and were exhausted when they came in tonight. Yet, they didn’t come in talking about how hard it was, or how they’d got rained on, or how tired they were, instead they talked about those they blessed. I’ve found excitement in simply listening to their stories about things they’ve done in Jesus’ name today.
We had one group that went and started working on a cinderblock house. Another big group built 2 wood houses for families. I went with a big group to the dump today where we fed 200. Another group stayed in and spent the day counting, organizing, and labeling pills and meds for the medical clinic tomorrow.
The dump today was especially rough. It’s been raining so much lately and the rain has run through the rotted trash and pooled up in lots of areas. The smell is as bad as I’ve ever experienced. Nauseating. BUT … the good was that people were fed and tomorrow is going to be incredible at the dump. Tomorrow we’ll take three medical doctors and a dentist (all from Childress) and we’ll go do a medical clinic right across from the dump.
We’re tired tonight, but blessed. Thankfully they’re calling me for supper right now… so I’m going to go eat. We’re having my favorite … Carnita’s.
Thanks for taking time to read about our little excursion to Honduras, and most of all, thanks for the prayers.
PS – For by buddy, Richardo … I got to drive again today … incredible. Passed a semi on a blind curve. I’m honing my Hondruan driving skills.
This dirty and hungry work crew built two houses today.