Week 3- Honduras July 21-28
I don't even know where to begin….things change very quickly in Honduras.
Ok so I started a blog last wednesday, and today is Saturday…. And everything has changed. Zion's Gate is a place where if you don't live here, you can't keep up… Herman last Friday made some bad choices and then had to leave the property. He was staying in Los Pinos where his mom, his sister and niece and nephew live. On Tuesday we were able to meet his family and pray over him and his family. Yesterday, Herman returned to the property. He knows that God is the only way to get through this life and is ready for himself to make wise choices. Continued prayer for Herman and his family is very greatly appreciated. Tony and Nidia have a very difficult ministry here and have quite the family. I love each and every one of those boys, and am very excited to see how God develops them into His mighty men of God!
This week also we experienced the city dump. Monday going there broke my heart. To see everyone in their rangy clothes and rummaging through the trash that surrounds them. I thought why would anyone choose to live this way? How can there be an entire community of people who live in this garbage? I don't know if you know, but in Honduras (and many other countries) you do not flush your excrement down the toilet, you put it in the trash. These people literally dig through human and animal feces to find paper and plastics to recycle, and things that are not quite junk yet. They are actually paid to sift through garbage to send recyclables to be recycled. I stayed on the bus for a bit to help prepare the food we had brought to give out. When I exited the bus, I was overwhelmed and I cried. Then I began to look around and I saw two men playing with the water we had given them by cooling down and spraying each other. I saw people smiling and interacting with my team. Even though when I walked into the situation at the dump and saw hopelessness and depression, God was able to show me in the moments we showed up, we were able to bring a glimmer of hope, food to their bellies, and a new friend to share with.
It is hard to believe that we are almost done our time here in Honduras. We only have a couple more days before we head to Guatemala. My heart has been broken and torn, ripped to shreds, and trampled on… But I hold firm in the promise that God gave me… That He has given me His heart so although it feels like there is nothing left to give, His heart is big enough.
