Little Hell
I want to preface this for those of you who are deeply concerned for my safety. There is no safer place to be then in the center of Gods will. There are thousands, millions, billions of people trapped in unsafe circumstances. Every time our team would pray for safety, my heart wanted to cry out, but what about them….they live here! While we were just passing through, these precious babies are growing up in the grip of danger. We had bodyguards, didn’t bring valuables (I couldn’t even wear my signature earrings), and took every safety precaution. But those who live here have no such safeguards.
Even our brave Julio was visibly shaken to be in the area. He had to pay off a man on the side of the street to ensure that our van was not raided on our way back down the mountain. If you are generous with them from the get go, they will let you pass freely. Deep through a maze of narrow, dirt roads, on a steep mountainside, we arrived a Compassion International Project Marisol had as a contact. Most of the mothers are unsaved and they gathered for us to share.
Nancy shared about trusting God with their children and I share about how the best thing they can do for their children is to love God themselves and demonstrate for them what it looks like to follow in His ways. A message that their children are watching them and are learning from them, and how they live their life matters.
The Lord moved, but it was a difficult crowd. Women were inhibited by the fact that they were sitting among their neighbors and there are a lot of social pressures in a community where people live so close together. But God still showed up and there was a very large alter response. I beleive at least 1 woman gave her heart to the Lord.
This was my favorite region to work in. I wish I had pictures to show (though even if I brought my camera, I could not have taken it with me here). The homes build into the mountains, and the long clay stairs leading up from home to home. At one point I had to use the bathroom. It was a long hike (with Vital on my heels) and a very narrow path (one foot wide) with a trecherous fall at the slip of the foot. I found myself with 2 of the cutest old ladies who were cooking over a large open fire. The bathroom here, in such a rustic place, actually had running water (unlike most of the places we visited). I could share few words, but a warm smile, and holy embrace to greet these 2 seasoned ladies in the mountains of Honduras.
