Our heads uncontrollably bobbed as the journey to our new home begun. Backpacks, guitars, and ukulele’s heavily rested on our laps as we started up the mountain. The van was swaying left and right, bouncing over countless rocks. Our glossy eyes from a long two days of traveling innocently widened at the unexpected sight.
The van abruptly stopped. We stepped out onto the rocky mountainside shivering as the breeze swept through our dirty travel clothes. Mouths dropped, eyes wide, we stood there in utter awe. The pockets of lights in the distance dazzled our eyes. Far off villages and streets lit up the night sky. Mountains toppling over each other took our breathe away.
The vastness of the mountains were overwhelming. It was in that initial moment the Lord revealed more depth of just how big He is; how faithful He is. God is so much bigger than we could ever imagine. As cliché as that is, it couldn’t be more true. He is bigger than my insecurities or fears. He is greater than my past hurt. He is deeper than my view of grace. And yes, He is even bigger than the cold bucket showers, scorpions near my bed, teaching to students who don’t know English, toilets that clog every hour, hundreds of sand flea bites, and staying up late comforting those vomiting. He is so good, guys. Trust me. Trust Him. But best of all, He is faithful to walk with me through it all, holding me tightly in His loving arms.
“This is our new home.” We set our bags down and squealed in excitement and anticipation on what the Lord was going to do in Honduras. And so far, He is moving mountains.
