This week is Semanta Santa-Holy Week, so no school. Yeah! However, I have tests to write :(
I return to the states this month in order to renew my visa here. I am applying for residency when I return to HN. There is not a lot to do, thanks to my age! I have to give 2 passport size pictures, copy of passport, police report from the US, letter from LACC, and have a physical that I can get here. The police report has to be translated into Spanish. They already have my birth certificate. So I am excited. I won't have to leave every three months or at all if I don't want to. I don't have to renew it, and I will be able to earn money if I want. I don't see that happening, but who knows? This will make everything so much easier for me. I can take the same weeks the students have off from school to go to the states. Therefore they won't miss English classes. They miss enough when teams come, and I go to help Becky. That's not a complaint. It's just the way things are, and I enjoy doing it and meeting other people from the states. Plus, having my residency will save me a lot of money. I can do other things with the money besides buy airline tickets.
It appears that Silvia cannot help me with Spanish or me with her for English. She is working in Tegucigalpa which means very long days. But Wil asked me about teaching a neighbor down the street, and she in turn will help me with Spanish. So will see how that turns out. In my spirit I feel one of my goals this year is to become acquainted with more people here in Valle. Perhaps teaching the neighbor is one open door. My friend in town told me this morning that I was a good Catracha-Honduran! I praise the Lord for giving me favor with the people here in Valle. It's interesting that people here know who I am, but I have no clue when I hear, Hola, Beberly! (they pronounce the v like the b) who is greeting me! But I respond with Hola! Valle de Angeles is a good place to live in Honduras, unless you have to have the conveniences of the big city, which of course, I don't.
When I left in December 2010, there was an empty lot across the street. Well, now there is a small pulperia with another building that has 4 rooms with baths for rent. And the fellow that owns it has asked me to teach him English! I already have one young lady on Saturdays. I will have to see how the Lord moves.
God protects us from so many things, and a lot of those we aren't even aware of. But I have to give him praise and glory for protecting from a goose attack. Geese can be as good a watch dog as a dog. We have two that have lived here longer than I have. There is one male and one female. Before I left last year, they were pretty friendly. I don't remember them being out of their pen much. I always took peelings, etc. to them. They love banana peelings! Well, one day after I returned here, I was walking to the pen to give them some food, and here came the male with his head down, hissing, his wings spread out, and he was moving fast right towards me. I was flogged once when I was little by a hen. And I remember how it hurt. A goose has to be twice as bad. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind. I knew I couldn't out run him, and besides that, I didn't want to turn my back on him. And all of a sudden from deep, down inside me came this loud, HEY, NO. That goose stopped right in his tracks. He started peeping and muttering to himself and turned and walked away. I praised the Lord right then and there, and still am. I shudder to think of what that goose could have done! When I told Wil about it, he told me to carry a broom with me. This goose had once bitten Doris on the back of the leg. Boy, when God protects me from a goose, I truly don't have to walk or live in fear. Bless his name. He takes care of his kids! And there's proof that he is always with us!
Well, I have returned to the church that I attended before. I feel that is what the Lord would have me do. And when I went two weeks ago, the missionary was preaching about God's word being true, and when God's prophet says something, it will happen. Wow! I felt the anointing, and when she started praying for people, over they went. Wow! I had not seen that in the two years that I went there. Something has happened in that place. Praise God!
I praise the Lord that he always hears me. And when I am troubled by different things, he always answers, and those answers bring me peace. And it amazes me how and who he uses to make me see clearly what was so troubling before I brought it all to him. Truly there is no God like ours.
I return to the states this month in order to renew my visa here. I am applying for residency when I return to HN. There is not a lot to do, thanks to my age! I have to give 2 passport size pictures, copy of passport, police report from the US, letter from LACC, and have a physical that I can get here. The police report has to be translated into Spanish. They already have my birth certificate. So I am excited. I won't have to leave every three months or at all if I don't want to. I don't have to renew it, and I will be able to earn money if I want. I don't see that happening, but who knows? This will make everything so much easier for me. I can take the same weeks the students have off from school to go to the states. Therefore they won't miss English classes. They miss enough when teams come, and I go to help Becky. That's not a complaint. It's just the way things are, and I enjoy doing it and meeting other people from the states. Plus, having my residency will save me a lot of money. I can do other things with the money besides buy airline tickets.
It appears that Silvia cannot help me with Spanish or me with her for English. She is working in Tegucigalpa which means very long days. But Wil asked me about teaching a neighbor down the street, and she in turn will help me with Spanish. So will see how that turns out. In my spirit I feel one of my goals this year is to become acquainted with more people here in Valle. Perhaps teaching the neighbor is one open door. My friend in town told me this morning that I was a good Catracha-Honduran! I praise the Lord for giving me favor with the people here in Valle. It's interesting that people here know who I am, but I have no clue when I hear, Hola, Beberly! (they pronounce the v like the b) who is greeting me! But I respond with Hola! Valle de Angeles is a good place to live in Honduras, unless you have to have the conveniences of the big city, which of course, I don't.
When I left in December 2010, there was an empty lot across the street. Well, now there is a small pulperia with another building that has 4 rooms with baths for rent. And the fellow that owns it has asked me to teach him English! I already have one young lady on Saturdays. I will have to see how the Lord moves.
God protects us from so many things, and a lot of those we aren't even aware of. But I have to give him praise and glory for protecting from a goose attack. Geese can be as good a watch dog as a dog. We have two that have lived here longer than I have. There is one male and one female. Before I left last year, they were pretty friendly. I don't remember them being out of their pen much. I always took peelings, etc. to them. They love banana peelings! Well, one day after I returned here, I was walking to the pen to give them some food, and here came the male with his head down, hissing, his wings spread out, and he was moving fast right towards me. I was flogged once when I was little by a hen. And I remember how it hurt. A goose has to be twice as bad. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind. I knew I couldn't out run him, and besides that, I didn't want to turn my back on him. And all of a sudden from deep, down inside me came this loud, HEY, NO. That goose stopped right in his tracks. He started peeping and muttering to himself and turned and walked away. I praised the Lord right then and there, and still am. I shudder to think of what that goose could have done! When I told Wil about it, he told me to carry a broom with me. This goose had once bitten Doris on the back of the leg. Boy, when God protects me from a goose, I truly don't have to walk or live in fear. Bless his name. He takes care of his kids! And there's proof that he is always with us!
Well, I have returned to the church that I attended before. I feel that is what the Lord would have me do. And when I went two weeks ago, the missionary was preaching about God's word being true, and when God's prophet says something, it will happen. Wow! I felt the anointing, and when she started praying for people, over they went. Wow! I had not seen that in the two years that I went there. Something has happened in that place. Praise God!
I praise the Lord that he always hears me. And when I am troubled by different things, he always answers, and those answers bring me peace. And it amazes me how and who he uses to make me see clearly what was so troubling before I brought it all to him. Truly there is no God like ours.
