Sometimes on the Race…you forget to blog.
I say this because I have so many thoughts, but it’s pretty
hard to communicate everything that happens.
For example, I have failed to communicate on here that I’m in Honduras
working with a ministry called Zion’s Gate, in which they take in boys who are from
the streets. Honduras, in case you don’t
know this, is one of the most dangerous countries in Central America. There’s a lot of drug usage and gang
violence. All the boys that live here
are from one specific village, in which is one of the most dangerous in
Tegucigalpa. P.S. I’m in
Tegucigalpa. There are several boys here
in the ministry from the ages of 12-18.
There’s Fernando, who is the youngest at 12, his brother Carlos is 14,
Luis is 15, Ariel is 16 and his brother is Roni-he is 18. Cristopher is 17, and Herman is 18. All of these boys have crazy stories of
redemption and how God has brought them here from the streets. Since being at the ministry, God has directed
me towards Fernando and Carlos’ family.
Fernando and Carlos have been at Zion’s Gate for about 3
years. Before they were living with
their mother, who lives in garbage dumps.
A few weeks ago, I was convicted that she was my ministry this month. Other teammates are working with troubled
youth or on street corners telling people they are loved. Mine is this woman named Lillian who has been
deprived of love. She deserves to know
Jesus’ name and God has something big for this woman. Her sons are doing well and they have the
power to speak into her. It’s very
encouraging to see how they love upon their mother, even though she’s
struggling. Last week, the boys and I,
along with Nick Hayden, a fellow squadmate, were praying over her and the boys
had their hands on her asking God to bless her with huge things. Just on Sunday, she realized what peace was
for the first time in her life and she received words of encouragement from us,
being Nick and I.
As emotionally and spiritually hard this month is, it’s a
blessed month. It’s blessed, because
there’s redemption for this country, for these boys and for Lillian. I have to say even though it’s hard, it’s up
there for one of my favorite months.
It’s second on the list for sure and I wish I had more time here to
invest in these people’s lives.
Please partner with me in prayer for Lillian. This week our plan is to read Song of Songs
with her and bring her a gift of cookies made by her son, Fernando. Fernando is by far of my favorites, as he’s
still in the sweet age of wanting to bless people with small gifts. The love he has for his mother is so grand
and innocent. I know there is redemption
for this family through the love Fernando has for his mother. Just a small piece of information about
Fernando…he’s such a cuddly kid. He
called me yesterday (Thursday), Mamita-which is a term of endearment here
saying “I love you so much!” It was an
affirmation that I needed at the time.
To say the least, leaving Honduras next week is going to be
hard, but I love it here so much!
