I have left the race…or have I?
I want to let all my supporters know that I have left the World Race. I'll have more details soon, and in my latest blog. I want you all to know how much your love, prayers and support mean to me. Seriously, you helped me to gain life changing experiences and I am both humbled and grateful for your support. Though I have been called home, God is already showing me ways I can serve Him here. I'll keep in touch with details about what I am up to, where my blog is moving and ways to contact me. For now, you can email me at [email protected].
Lots of love to you, Ashley
Where did I go?
Guatemala-January
My team spent the month in Antigua, Guatemala, which is an old city with cobblestone streets and beautiful 18th century architecture, that is nestled at the base of a volcano. This month we partnered with Team Shadowfeet in ministry most days.
We helped Luis Castillo and his ministry, Nuevo Generation, teaching classes on values and decisions in local schools. We were also connected with Hermano Pedro Hospital with kids who have cerebral palsy and in two homes for the elderly. I really connected with the ministry this month and was taught patience and hope working with both young bed ridden children, and chair ridden elderly. The stories, love and perspective they gave me is priceless. What a beautiful month learning how to live in community!
El Salvador-February
This month team Raja was in San Vinciente El Salvador, 40 min East of the capital. We worked with an Assembly of God church in town visiting schools, ministering to children and the community here.
We spent a lot of time with the family that runs this perticular ministry and will carry Papa Julio, Jorge, Maritza and their entire family in my heart forever.
Honduras-March
"Hondo" comes from the Spanish word for depth and there's lots of depth to Honduras. What really runs deep in Honduras are its needs. Over 50% of the people fall below the poverty line. My experience here showed me local people with big hearts and generous spirits. My first night in Honduras I met a little girl who was shivering in the cold. I gave her my scarf and she was stuck to my side the rest of the night. She introduced me to her mom, and older brother and gave me about a million hugs. One little gesture= big love.
