dear honduras,
if home is where the heart is, then you will always be my home. i left parts of myself back there tucked in a mountain at the end of the road. that’s where you’ll find Loyalty School.
that’s where we spent days at a time without leaving. that’s where i felt direct conversation with God swinging in a hammock; where i gave all of my love to 30ish students; where i showered only 4 times in 2 months; where i read 11 books in 5 weeks; where we danced our fuego hearts out sunday mornings; where i learned about myself and relationships under a tin roof; where abuelos and abuelas want to play you music and feed you cookies; where i asked God to give me a shooting star and instead He gave me 32 of them; where spontaneity is of the highest value; where i learned to be unashamedly free in myself; where i discovered what it means to be His.
with a country so full of life, it’s hard to not be inspired to grow. the best part about living a simple life is how it brings out the grand complexity of God. my world is rocked every time i glance out at the mountains erupting all around us. the views never end, the majesty of Our Creator continues on for miles.
in the evenings while sitting in my hammock, i watch the sun move into golden hour then sunset and dusk. and every day it amazes me. the way the gold light shifts over the mountain, as if we were in a gold leaf snow globe. the peachy skies fading into deep ranges of purple in the distance.
from valleys resting below full of neighborhoods to the peaks speckled with houses and cow paths. from the youngest students to the hard working men trecking deliveries over the mountains. honduras, you know life; you know death. you are serene and you are riots. you will always be in my prayers, as family is. because here more than ever i have felt comfortable in every step that i took. in every bus boarded and open door passed, there were faces of family in Christ.
in all of this i can only say thank you. thank you for being so gracious to let us have these two months. thank you for your kind strangers, rich culture, and desire for relationships. thank you for the sweet cow boys and random coffeeshop children. thank you for welcoming church grandmothers and street performing grandfathers. thank you for inspiring 2018 to be my year of striving for “experience.”
honduras, i’m making a promise that this wont be the last time i make your country my home. until then, i’ll have plenty of memories to keep my heart company. memories of music and scorpions and refried beans and children’s devious giggles.
but until then, adios, honduras! hasta luego!
