Honduras.
[Me and a precious little Honduran girly. Photo Cred: Lindsay Q.]
hmm. Honduras was a really hard month for me.
As I sat here trying to figure out what to write to finish a blog about my month in Honduras I asked which of my teammates I could borrow their blog about the country so that I wouldn’t actually have to write about it. Then I decided that was like cheating on my homework and not being honest about it when you are asked.
So I am not going to lie, I had a rough time in Honduras. The Ministry we worked with was a great ministry. Tony [our contact] works with street kids from one of the hardest cities in Honduras. Nobody want to go there. Nobody but Tony, that is. The boys are rough on the outside and they have built many walls around their hearts but through Tony’s ministry he is creating structure, discipline, and an actual home life for some of the boys by bringing them onto the property and letting them live there.
The boys actually weren’t the hard part of Honduras for me though. The boys were like a breath of fresh air every time I got to talk to them. Some of them actually reminded me very much of some of my kids from Newaygo. [[Shoutout to my Misfits, loving you guys from afar!!]] That part was nice. The other parts of the ministry weren’t even the hard part for me. One time we went to a dump and while that was hard emotionally, spiritually, and physically I knew that I was still going to go back to our compound. Back to my hundreds, probably thousands, of dollars worth of technology, gear, clothes, not to mention a debit card connected to an account that can have money put into it if I am in need. I feel like even that didn’t wreck me as much as it should have. Mostly I still haven’t even figured out why Honduras was so rough for me. Almost everyone else from my squad loved Honduras so much, and as much as I appreciate and stand behind and love the ministry that Tony does, I still cannot bring myself to love Honduras the way some of my squadmates do.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that it is not okay for me to not be in love with Honduras. That is totally fine. Nobody ever said that my squadmates and I had to have the same experiences.
Even though I didn’t fall completely in love with Honduras I do believe in the ministry that we worked with. I love what Tony is doing and I can’t wait for his vision for the property and working with the people from that community to come full circle.
Honduras was rough. But there is so much hope in that country. The boys we worked with are the future of Honduras. They are being connected to the people who RUN the country and who have influence. They are being trained in leadership and taught to use wisdom and discernment. They are the future of Honduras. There is hope there. Even though it was rough, I found hope in Honduras.
D Squad with the future of Honduras [Photo Cred:Emerson Velasquez]
Missy and I overlooking Tegucigalpa. [Photo Cred: Missy Hollinger]
