Six days ago, I got on a plane and flew from Atlanta, GA to Tegucigalpa, Honduras. In the last six days, I have already grown more than I thought I would during the entire eleven months of the World Race.
During training camp this past August, we were given our ministry assignments and told what we would be doing once we got to Honduras and with whom. As a team leader, it was my responsibility to contact our host and arrange transportation for my team from the airport to the place we would be serving. My team is serving alongside of another team this month and for the past few months, neither of us were able to get in contact with our scheduled host. It got down to crunch time, the night before we flew to Honduras, and we finally made contact, but through broken English and spotty reception. The Regional Director of Central America for Adventures in Missions wanted to make sure that we were taken care of and changed our host last minute. Little did I know that this was God’s plan all along.
We arrived to Honduras and we were greeted by one of our new ministry hosts with pizza and soda; already starting to spoil us. They also had a bus waiting for us and all of our things. We drove through the country side for about two hours and then got to our site where coffee, cookies and children were awaiting. They had beds ready for us as well, which is a rare commodity on the World Race. They were continually showering us with blessings.
Then we began to hear the hearts of the those we would be serving. Mami and Papi are some of the most selfless, justice seeking people that I have ever met. One of the many things they have done is found this ministry called Heart of Christ. It consists of a home for children and their mothers who are victims of some type of abuse and have nowhere else to go. They teach the children and ensure they know the love of Jesus Christ. As Mami began to share a bit about the ministry, she also shared with us her plans for us while there. It wasn’t a list of what we would be helping with or how we can serve them, instead it was how the Lord had been telling her that this month was to be about discipleship; Her and Papi discipling us and preparing us for the next eleven months of our lives. Talk about the opposite of what I thought the race would be like.
Feelings of unworthiness came over me and I was overwhelmed with how much Mami and Papi already cared about us. They had less than a 48 hour notice that we were coming and they were ready to pour into us and make sure this time they had with us was all for God’s glory. This feeling of unworthiness stemmed from being overly aware and humbled by the fact that the Lord is giving us these blessings and this is His love pouring out of them to us. I came into the race thinking that I would be a blessing for others and serving them, but the Lord has already humbled me, showing me that this is also a time for Him to show off His love for me and that sometimes it comes in the form of overflowing blessings from our ministry host.
The Lord showed me in the last six days that I am truly His daughter, worthy of receiving these blessings and doing so with a joyful heart. I am excited and terrified all at the same time about what else I will be taught this month and the months to come.
Thank you all for coming along with me on this journey and making it a reality of me being here because I couldn’t have done it without you!
*Once I have better WiFi I will be posting some pictures of where we are staying and of the amazing people I am serving with!
