Honduras is now over and I’m now in Nicaragua.
Honduras is now only memories and now I have to live in the present.
Honduras can never be replaced in my heart and I will carry the people, the memories, the new revelations, the love and the experience with me forever.
I know God wants me to be here. I went to Nicaragua a few years back with my dad and Project Hope, and now we’re actually staying at the place I stayed in a few years back. My friend who lives in Nicaragua is only a five minute walk away, my contacts who I’m staying with probably know their family, and the place were staying at is so beautiful and with a bed!!!!
I want to tell you about the last two days in Honduras which seriously changed me.
A man last week came up to me after feeding one of our friends who lived on the mission and was telling me that they have very little food, he lost his job, and they don’t have any money for food. I met his amazing nine year old and seven year old daughter, and he told me about his 5 month old baby at home. This man’s family fed my friend Zeb with the little amount of food they had which was amazing in itself. So he then shows up two days ago (our last night in Honduras) and asks for prayers. His family has not eaten in a week, they don’t have one grain of rice in their shack, and he didn’t know what to do. This man was broken. We prayed for him, I gave him my bible cover, a New Testament bible in Spanish and English, and 80 Limpiras (because that’s the only Honduran money I had left). So they thanked me and went on their way. I broke. I balled my eyes out. I can’t even imagine loving your family so much and not being able to provide food, and them not eating for a whole week. All this man cares about is his family. I had to do more. I broke for this beautiful family. So I decided to ask Zeb to show me where their house is the next morning before we left for Nicaragua and I would give them 50 American dollars which is 1000 Limpiras (enough money for a good while). Zeb told me that giving money to this family probably wouldn’t be a good idea and that I should go buy them food instead. I only had 15 hours left in Honduras, so that wasn’t possible. My plan B was to give Zeb the money and have him take care of it. So in return Zeb shared with me that he had been adamantly praying for provision of money for this family and I was an answer to prayers. So cool! So I gave Zeb the money, and he will be buying food and Christmas presents for the girls and the baby. So before we left to Nicaragua, we went to their shack which awesome missionaries made for them 3 years ago due to living behind a dumpster with two little girls. This family blessed me so much and helped me grow. They were so happy but they had no food and no means of money to get it. They are amazing.
After visiting the family one last time it was time to leave for Nicaragua. Carlos who I spoke of in the last blog seriously latched onto me for thirty minutes and just balled in my arms. The night before he was in my lap during worship and I was really trying to hide from him that I was crying and I look down and oceans of tears are streaming down his face. This boy and I have a connection that will never be broken. When I left and we were both balling, it was so hard for me to get the words out of “Remember what I told you on our walk. You are very strong and smart and don’t give up at school. Tony and Needia have a home for you. Don’t leave. Don’t give up”. I accidently promised him that I’ll be back to see him when I didn’t really expect to so I’m trusting that God will provide a means for me to go back and see him and all the rest of the boys in the mission.
Fernando is another boy who lives there. He actually ran away on our third week and didn’t come back until 3 days before we left. I was so sad when he left, and when he came back it was such a relief. Tony actually found him living behind a dumpster at one in the morning and Fernando chose to come back. Fernando came up to me and asked me to be his mom and that I was his favorite. These boys changed me so much and I’ll be forever grateful.
So now in Jenotepe Nicaragua, good things are yet to come and I can’t wait.
