It's a saturday night in Honduras, and a truck pulls up to the ministry. 18 of us pile into the back and head down the hill into the city, to an empty parking lot, where street people are waiting to loved on.
Earlier in the day we were told that we would be partnering with a local church that goes into this parking lot and provides a meal for the community of La Kennedy. We would also be intereacting with the community and starting to build relationships.
As we entered into the parking lot I prayed:
"Lord, give me the boldness I need, send me the people you want me to touch"
An overwhelming sense of peace overcame my body. I enter with a sense of confidence in the Lord that I have never felt before. I knew that I was there for a purpose, and I had been given a passion for these people I hadn't even met.
I began to interact with these men, children, and women. Listening to their stories of where they have came from, what their dreams were, or even a simple surface conversation.
Those people were so hungry for the love of God it was amazing to see. Children were able to free to be children as we played with deflated baloons as sling shots, not a care in the world but recieve true compassion from people.
I never thought of myself to be the evangalistic type. I have always been intimidated by talking with complete strangers, but when I am weak, my God is strong. When I call on Him to be my strength and my power, He answers. He holds my hand and guides me in the right the direction. Like a father teaching his daughter how to ride a bike, God has taken the training wheels off of my testimony and set me free to do His will in my life. To reach the lost, the hurting, the meek, and the forgotten.
God is the God of this city, and I am here to be a reflection of His light, and bring light into the darkest places.
Honduras is hungry for love and I am called to be a Christ's cook!
