Honduras. Our time there was full of ups and downs. Beauty and pain. But what did our life look like there? Let me see if I can give you a glimpse. This was Tuesday, June 21st (oh, and this is Kristin by the way).
I wake up around seven and I hear others stirring. Six of us girls are in a room that is now just filled with our mattresses. The walls are cinder block, the roof is tin, and the floor is cement. I am already starting to sweat from the heat.
We slowly roll out of bed. Take turns walking outside to use the bathroom and to wash our faces in the water reserve found in the pilla.
Sometime around 8:00 am we gather around the table that sits under the tarps in the front yard. The yard that is really only big enough for the table, our chairs, and the broken motorcycle that sits there. We eat some sweet bread, corn flakes, and bananas. Oh, and we drink coffee, lots of coffee.
We then wait for Pastor or Mama Francisca to tell us it is time to go and sometime between 8:30 and 9:00 we head to the church. (I have stopped looking at my watch so often, exact time is no longer important.)
We walk the dirt path up the hill and a few blocks later we find ourselves outside of the church. They are working on the construction of it. For now it is a roof held up by seven posts. The floor is dirt and the air conditioning is the wind.
The kids were sitting around their tables eating food already. Usually the food comes later, but in true World Race fashion you just have to be ready for everything. So we sat and talked, later we sang both some of the English and Spanish songs that the kids have come to love.
We did not do a Bible skit today, but the girls had a jump rope out and we enjoyed giggling and skipping along with them. A few piggy backs, shoulder rides, and high five laters we were ready to go.
Back home we enjoyed lunch, and then the rain set in. Because of this we did not have an afternoon session with the kids. Instead we found cover and read kindles, wrote blogs, listened to podcasts and talked.
This is one of the days where some restlessness sets in. But all of us had realized that God was teaching us some important lessons in resting and trusting in God to provide opportunities this month.
So we took a deep breath and yelled at each other so we could hear our voices over the roar of rain on a tin roof.
As the evening came the rain died down and around 7:00pm we put on rain jackets to head to church, as we did every Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. We sang Spanish songs, heard Spanish testimonies, and listened to a Spanish sermon. We had done some skits and songs ourselves at church, but tonight we sat back and enjoyed.
We were usually the first ones to come and sit. And as such, we got to fully enjoy the custom of Central American greetings. Whenever someone else arrived they would greet each individual person with a kiss on the cheek and a “Dios te bendiga” (God bless you). So almost every night we received many kisses and bleasings . (Don’t worry guys, males do not kiss other males, you can just shake hands).
Back home around 8:30pm we finally had some supper. We called dibs on the cold showers and we started to get ready for bed. A few sit up and have hilarious Spanglish conversations with our family. But eventually we all turn in and get ready for another day of. . . well, who knows what.
