As I lay here in my bed reminiscing on honduras I decided to share my experiences. In month 2 my squad worked with a ministry called "Zions Gate" It is a relational ministry that works with "street kids" Some of them have families, some don't. They all live on the streets of 1 of many extremely poverty stricken places in Tegucigalpa. The kids who live on the property are extremely affectionate, loving, and tender. They have huge hearts, and such a longing to be loved.
Throughout the month it brought me great joy to love on the kids at Zions Gate. The actual ministry my team did was we went to the hospital daily for a week to pray for people. We simply walked up to people and asked to pray. In the afternoon we went to "the Yellow House." What an experience the yellow house was. My team was the first North Americans to climb through the literal hole in the wall, an hang out. We kicked around a soccer ball and the boys smoked Marijuana and sniffed paint thinner. The act of just being presence was a blessing to the boys. My team formed relationships with the guys that are unforgettable. The second week of ministry we worked around the property. We made rock roads, dug weeds, and made gardens. Andrew also built a grill. Awesome right? The final week at Zions Gate my team went to a ministry with a woman names Gracie. I didn't get to go so I don't know much about what happened at Gracie's. I know that Gracie works with 12-15 year old moms, she works with children with special needs and a lot of babies.
My week consisted if continuous visits to the dentist. Can you say root canal!!! I was extremely nervous to get a root canal in Honduras. I had to go to the dentist 6 times to finish the root canal. It was such a blessing in the end. I experienced a lot of pain, but now not only do I no longer feel pain, it was a million times cheaper than in the states. That was my final week at Zions Gate.
Leaving Zions Gate was one of the hardest things i'v ever done. The Lord had done such a work in my heart. "this is your home" The lord said, as I smiled because the sound was so sweet. Then I woke up. It was just a dream. I went through the day, with the dream in the back of my mind. Still thinking of how sweetly the word "Home" sounded. I couldn't get the thought out of my head so I decided to talk to my contact Tony about what I had dreamt. He was so excited and said he'd be praying with me. As I'm walking down from Tony's house, I run into one of my squad mates. She said to me "Mikkia I just had a thought. I think you should move here after the race and work with the street girls." 5 minutes later another girl. "Mikkia, I think the lord has a plan for you here in Honduras. Tony needs help here working with the street girls and I think you'd be perfect for that." 2 more girls that day came up to me and spoke the same thing. Oh but The Spirit did not stop there. He continued to give me dreams throughout the month. I get it Lord. I get it. The Lord gave me such a heart for the people there. I fell in love. There is not a single thing that I can say I didn't like about Zions Gate. (well maybe beans and rice) hahaha.
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