Final preparations for my trip to Honduras are complete. Both Freddy and Brenda called to pray over me for safety and for my work for Jesus Christ. I am ready to begin this adventure. Aunt Fannie, who is approaching 100 years old, has spent most of her life as a foreign missionary in the Philippines, China, and Honduras. After speaking with these two blessed women, I feel encouraged and inspired for this trip.
4:00 AM at the airport. God, you are my travel agent, so I have no worries or fears. At check-in, Susan brought two wheelchairs to donate. Initially, they charged us $80 each, but minutes later, the charges were reversed. God is at work!
While boarding the plane in Miami, I stepped on my shoelaces. A kind young man noticed and bent down to tie them for me. Why was I so surprised? I had asked God for smooth travels. Nothing is too big or too small for Him to take care of. Thank you, Jesus! I can’t wait to see what You will do through us this week.
Driving here is a survival skill. There are no blinkers, and the roads are rocky dirt paths with large holes. Pastor Ed showed us the site where they’re building an area for eight blind widows to live out their days. It will include a school for children, a work area, a groundskeeper, and an amazing lookout point. The progress is incredible.
We assembled 93 gift bags to distribute tomorrow. As we cleaned up, the electricity went out, but thankfully, they have a generator. I hope I never take for granted the blessings we have in the U.S. Despite the challenges of living in the mountains, the people here are kind, friendly, and welcoming. They are teaching me so much.
Yesterday, a young boy helped pack gift bags. Smiling, he offered me a sucker he had saved for himself. I was so touched by his generosity. Candy is a rare treat for these children. I pray to have a giving heart like his.
Reflecting on the roads here, they remind me of the path to heaven—rocky, narrow, and difficult, but leading straight up. Jesus is the only way. Thank you, Lord, for being my Savior.
I woke early to the sound of nature and God—no city noise, just the wind, crickets, and a soft fan. I pray to block out life’s noise and hear You more.
We visited two schools where the children’s manners amazed me. Many came to meet us even though their school year had ended. It took an hour to travel ten miles on these roads, but I’m learning to appreciate simplicity.
I shared the story of Joseph’s coat of many colors. It wasn’t perfect, but I’m grateful for the chance to try. God, thank You for using my willingness despite my limitations.
Electricity is sporadic here, but the locals adapt without stress. Last night, during the Day of the Dead celebrations, fireworks lit up the sky despite the outage. This is a lesson for me—obstacles will come, but faith determines my actions.
This morning, I was woken by a rooster. Initially annoyed, I found myself returning his calls, wishing him a good morning. We started our day with group prayer, which has become a bonding time in Christ.
We visited five widows in their homes, which are primitive—dirt floors, brick ovens, wooden beds, and outdoor washing stations. One sweet widow prayed for us, showing God’s mission extends everywhere. Pastor Ed arranged for two mattresses and a toilet to be delivered to the widows. Their love and faith despite hardships deeply moved me.
Later, we painted a fence at the site for the widows’ community. Meeting the women who will benefit from this project gave the work profound meaning. At church, though we didn’t speak the language, the spirit of worship transcended barriers. Everyone welcomed us warmly, reminding me of the love we’re called to show as disciples.
The devil tried to stop my journaling with phone issues, but he did not win. We began the day with prayer, lifting Jenny on her late husband’s anniversary. Serving widows today, we met a blind woman who showed joyful independence, walking to her outhouse unaided. She lives with her daughter, who lovingly cares for her.
At another church, a female pastor preached powerfully, and four people rededicated their lives to Christ. I had the honor of praying for a young mother with her infant. Later, we painted the exterior of a church building. The local children’s joy in simple things, like seeing their photo, reminded me to cherish small blessings. A woman with lung problems felt better today, thanks to help from a mission nurse. Access to medicine here is a luxury I won’t take for granted.
Today, we visited another school to share Joseph’s story and feed the children. They hugged us warmly, their kindness humbling. At first, I saw only what they lacked; now, I see the richness of their blessings.
Back home, Jimmy and the church prayed for Susan at the same time as Ray’s funeral. This connection comforted her deeply. Every day brings new blessings. Tomorrow, we move on to a new adventure, but these people will remain in my heart.
This morning, I reflected on my experience in a brief interview. It’s hard to summarize such a transformative week. The team prayed for me to overcome my fear of heights, and by God’s grace, I participated in zip-lining. Faith truly moves mountains.
Arriving at Jimmy and Saundra’s B&B in San Pedro Sula, the contrast with the mountain villages was striking. The city felt like the U.S., with fast food and heavy traffic. Today, I also prayed for the U.S. election results, reminding myself that God is in control.
This morning, I learned that Donald Trump won the presidential election. While relieved, I prayed for unity and for leaders of moral character and wisdom.
We visited another school, where Bible verses adorned the walls—a rare sight in the U.S. Later, Jimmy took us through a “Bordo,” a community along the riverbank. Despite the harsh conditions, many choose to stay because home is more than a structure—it’s a feeling.
Back in the city, I marveled at how God’s Word applies everywhere. This week, He has shown me His hand in every moment. I am forever grateful for this mission experience and the lessons He’s taught me through the beautiful people of Honduras.
