Honduras might be my favorite country so far. Last night we were headed to church, and as we headed down the dirt road, past the sugar cane crops and the mill, I began to reflect on this month in Honduras. I have felt so blessed this month. It’s had some lows, but it has been overflowing with highs. Last month was difficult to leave, and I imagine this month will be just as difficult if not more so. One of my favorite things from this month has been doing the feeding program on Thursdays. Every Thursday AMOR starts at the bottom of the mountain and visits three schools on the mountain to provide the kids with a hot meal and juice. The women come to the ranch between 5AM and 6AM to begin making the tortillas, by hand, for the kids, and they start preparing the main dish the evening before. After everything is cooked, 8 of us load up with the food and juice, and Pastor Ever drives us from school to school. It is such a joy to be able to serve the kids! They come with a bowl and a cup to recieve their meal. Before the kids line up they bless the food in one voice, and listening to those sweet babies pray, even though I don’t understand the language, just fills me up. Through serving these children, God has been teaching me about His provision and also continues to teach me about trusting Him. When we have gone, both times there was a little bit of a question of whether we would have enough, because after the second school we were low on food and once on juice, but even when it appeared as though supplies were running low there was always enough food for everyone. This week we thought we were going to run out, and prayed to have enough, and were able to allow the kids to get seconds on food, and multiple refills on juice! The Father takes such good care of His children. On the way down the mountain I noticed the that we were getting close to the church, and it hit me that I only have one more Thursday in Honduras. I’ve noticed that once things begin to feel familiar then it’s time to leave, and once you feel you’re beginning to make an impact or even a real connection with the people then it’s time for goodbyes, time to pack up and move on to the next country. Honestly it’s challenging, because I’m not always ready to go, but I know that God has used each country, each person, each situation to shape me so far, and He is using me to plant seeds in others or to water the seeds that have already been planted, even if I never get to see the fruit they produce.
Here are some pictures from the feeding program:
