Again I am reminded that my life and times are in God's hands, that He knows everything from the beginning to the end. There are no surprises to Him. What a comfort to know that when I make plans and they are suddenly changed that God already knew it. And if I'm shaken by it, I just have to talk it all over with him, and my peace is restored.
I had made plans to go to Costa Rica because my visa was due again. I bought my tickets and was looking forward to going to another country. I really do like to travel by air. Instead I went to the U.S. again. I had received a message from my youngest son that my mother was having serious health problems. I knew something was up when I couldn't reach her by phone the preceding Sunday. I called my brother and he said that the doctors had not expected her to live through the night before. So I flew home on the 11th of August. She passed the 13th of August and was buried the 17th. Jesus said he would give us peace, but not the kind the world gives. I was so thankful for that peace when my mother was dying. People ask me if she went to heaven. Do I know if she made it to heaven? No, but I know God knows and he is a just God. I normally prayed with mom before we would hang up when I called her every week or so and she said she was right with the Lord. So I leave it there. Do we really know if an individual goes to heaven when they die? We hope so.
So I was able to spend time with my daughter and brother and their families while I was there. It was good to see my grandchildren and my great granddaughter, Nicole. I was able to visit with other relatives that I had not seen in years. So even though it was a sad time, it was also a time of rejoicing and reconnecting with other members of my family.
When I returned to Honduras, Becky and I went to San Jose, Costa Rica for the three days. It was a time of rest that we both needed. San Jose, the capital, is big just like Tegucigalpa. However, the people in Costa Rica drive like people from the U.S. That was a welcomed change. More English is spoken there than here in Honduras. English is a required subject in many of the schools there. We wanted to visit the language school, CINCEL, while we were there, but it wasn't open. We did a little shopping and went to Taco Bell so Becky could have a bean burrito. Well, they don't have bean burritos. And why would they when beans are a staple in Central America? But we were thinking Taco Bell, an American restaurant. Oh well, a Mexican pizza sufficed.
So back to Honduras and school. It was good to be back. I miss Honduras and everything about it when I'm not here. I, too, was missed, and that was nice to know. So on the first day back, we reviewed. It was good. On Fridays I do the devotional with the 7th graders. This was the second time that Eva, my interpreter, was not there. But God was there and my Spanish was ok. My lesson was on having peace and that our hearts not be troubled like Jesus said in John 14 and 16. He said in Matthew 10 and Luke 12 that he didn't come to bring peace but a sword. That sword, his word, will cause a division, not only in our families but in the world. Since Honduras is going through a difficult time now as are other countries, we are reminded in Mat. 24 that all these things must come to pass. But even so, we are told in Phil. 4:6-7 that if we pray about all the things that trouble us, God's peace will keep us. How good God is to his children. The new song we are learning in English is Come unto me...Mat.11:28-30.
My Spanish lessons have gone from 2 days to 3 days a week. My teacher worries that because I live alone, I don't get the practice that I need. (Jesus and I speak English)! She wishes that I could live with a family here in Valle that just speaks Spanish. Be immersed. That's the key.
We need our road fixed that goes to the school from the main road. Two of our teachers have fallen in the last week and have hurt themselves. They haven't broken anything, thank you Jesus, but they've been hurt. I asked the "principal" if the men from the area around the school would get together and work on it. She was doubtful, but maybe if we got the word out, some would come and work on it. Will see what can be done next week. Jesus said ask, and if we don't ask...
Again thanks for all your prayers and support.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
I can do all things...Phil.4:13
Well, it appears I'm a little behind on things. However, I finally got the newsletter out. What a mess. I never planned to be a publisher of anything nor a big user of a computer. God has a way of putting you in places and doing things you never cared to do. So everyone hopefully will have some patience with all this when things don't look like a professional job. Because it truly isn't. People, especially Doug, says to just go in and play with it. Ha! That's exactly how I got on Facebook, that I don't have time for, don't really know how to use, and then I lose things and don't know how to find them again. And it appears that I touched a button somewhere along the line and changed the font in some places in the newsletter. Oh, well, hopefully next time will be better. Need lots of prayer here. But in the fast world we live in, everything has to be instant, and you're required to be everything, whether you want to be or not. I thought I was doing pretty good just doing on line banking and doing it right.
So what's happening? Will begin Spanish lessons three days a week instead of two, so that's six hours a week instead of four. The problem here is not having anyone to converse with, since I live by myself. I teach English just about all day long. I speak with the teachers and shop owners in Spanish, but that's not for a long period of time. And you know, I can trill that "r" when I'm using my prayer language, but not in normal speech. I finally decided that it's because I'm not controlling my tongue when using my prayer language. God is. So my prayer is for him to loosen my tongue when speaking Spanish.
What else is happening? Yesterday we didn't have classes except for the 7th graders. Parents came yesterday to get their childrens report cards and to talk to teachers. The other 7th grade teacher wasn't there, so the only class the 7th graders had was with me. And since it was Friday,
it was devotional time. Eva wasn't there to translate due to meeting parents in the kindergarten. Since they are learning the chorus "Come, now is the time to worship" in English, we worked on singing and looking up the words they didn't know which were not many. Thank you Jesus. They sing it in Spanish in church. Then we talked about what they wanted to be career wise. Which means, they have to go a different direction than what is considered normal here. A girl gets pregnant at 13-16 (and above) years old. The guy goes else where, and starts over again with another girl and is not held accountable for the children he is helping to create. They don't look towards the future. It's here and now. So with God's help, maybe this group can be different. They looked a little shocked when I said it was pecado, sin, in God's eyes. It's very difficult to break away from your culture into God's culture, and maybe impossible without God's help. For the two are not the same. So I pray God will open their eyes, ears, hearts, and minds to his truth. And that they will work towards the careers they said they would like to have. The area I work in is very poor. So God and his grace is a definite need in their lives. And I'm so glad that he hears and sees the poor. And He will make a way for them if they make him their savior. A choice we all have to make.
Received the sad news that one of my former students had passed away. Really broke my heart. She was such a blessing to have in class. She had muscular dystrophy, if I remember correctly, and was probably 18 or 19 years old. I had her during her freshman and sophomore years. We had a lot of fun trying to figure out what was going on in Lost, the television series. And we never could. She decided that's why they named it Lost, because we were. She had a great sense of humor. She will be missed by all who knew her. I pray God will comfort her family.
So what's happening? Will begin Spanish lessons three days a week instead of two, so that's six hours a week instead of four. The problem here is not having anyone to converse with, since I live by myself. I teach English just about all day long. I speak with the teachers and shop owners in Spanish, but that's not for a long period of time. And you know, I can trill that "r" when I'm using my prayer language, but not in normal speech. I finally decided that it's because I'm not controlling my tongue when using my prayer language. God is. So my prayer is for him to loosen my tongue when speaking Spanish.
What else is happening? Yesterday we didn't have classes except for the 7th graders. Parents came yesterday to get their childrens report cards and to talk to teachers. The other 7th grade teacher wasn't there, so the only class the 7th graders had was with me. And since it was Friday,
it was devotional time. Eva wasn't there to translate due to meeting parents in the kindergarten. Since they are learning the chorus "Come, now is the time to worship" in English, we worked on singing and looking up the words they didn't know which were not many. Thank you Jesus. They sing it in Spanish in church. Then we talked about what they wanted to be career wise. Which means, they have to go a different direction than what is considered normal here. A girl gets pregnant at 13-16 (and above) years old. The guy goes else where, and starts over again with another girl and is not held accountable for the children he is helping to create. They don't look towards the future. It's here and now. So with God's help, maybe this group can be different. They looked a little shocked when I said it was pecado, sin, in God's eyes. It's very difficult to break away from your culture into God's culture, and maybe impossible without God's help. For the two are not the same. So I pray God will open their eyes, ears, hearts, and minds to his truth. And that they will work towards the careers they said they would like to have. The area I work in is very poor. So God and his grace is a definite need in their lives. And I'm so glad that he hears and sees the poor. And He will make a way for them if they make him their savior. A choice we all have to make.
Received the sad news that one of my former students had passed away. Really broke my heart. She was such a blessing to have in class. She had muscular dystrophy, if I remember correctly, and was probably 18 or 19 years old. I had her during her freshman and sophomore years. We had a lot of fun trying to figure out what was going on in Lost, the television series. And we never could. She decided that's why they named it Lost, because we were. She had a great sense of humor. She will be missed by all who knew her. I pray God will comfort her family.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
update
July 4th has come and gone. I remembered it, forgot it, and remembered it again. It doesn't seem like July at all. Maybe it's because it isn't hot here like there, and farmers aren't driving tractors, etc. It all seems a little surreal. Meetings for teachers there will be starting before long. We had school all last week but left earlier than usual. Most of the teachers come from Tegucigalpa, and they were a little nervous. Life in Valle was the same. I did go to town with my friend to pay my cable bill,etc. She grew up here and can read the "climate" so I was safe. I just read where the curfew has been lifted. That's good, maybe. I just pray that truth will prevail and God's will be done. I must study some more. It seems like that's all I do. Teach and study, but then that's why I'm here. So later.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
II Tim. 1:7 For God hasn't given us the spirit of fear...
Well, here I am in my house following the advice of our embassy. Wow, since I've been here, I've experienced an earthquake of sorts, and now a coup, anyway that's what the news is calling it. I feel like I'm on house arrest even though I've never experienced that. I'm sure it would be safe to go uptown in Valle, but I won't. A friend is coming this morning to go do some things for me in town. Bless her Lord. But since I have to stay at home, I have a few cleaner windows. So maybe I'll get the rest washed by tomorrow.
I'm still giving English lessons and taking Spanish here at the house. We haven't had school all week. Hopefully, it will resume next week.
I didn't have electricity yesterday due to the rain. So I decided when it came back on to cook some things and put them in the freezer for the next time. Oh, yeah, the freezer will keep for a few days. Oh, the dependence on electricity. Now if I had a "stove" like many of the people here, I wouldn't have a problem. The things these people can do without the modern conveniences is amazing to me. However, I really don't want to wash my clothes on a washboard by hand. But I do know how, if ever I need to do it. And speaking of that, we have to go a different way to school since the rains have really made a big mess on the road we normally travel. So out in the middle of nowhere, it seems, there is this strange looking piece of construction that would remind you of gates on a dam. There's 5 or 6 openings. I finally asked what it was, and sure enough, it's a place for the people to do their laundry. It's right there by the creek, and there are washboards built in the cement. Wow! They have special soap for laundry, and the soap they use to wash dishes can also be used in cold water that kills bacteria and germs. One of the brands is made by Colgate.
So am I fearful? Not at all. God is in control and He allows things to happen for His purposes. In our patience, possess we our souls. So if things come to worse, and I pray they don't, He will move us out. Will keep you updated as much as possible.
I'm still giving English lessons and taking Spanish here at the house. We haven't had school all week. Hopefully, it will resume next week.
I didn't have electricity yesterday due to the rain. So I decided when it came back on to cook some things and put them in the freezer for the next time. Oh, yeah, the freezer will keep for a few days. Oh, the dependence on electricity. Now if I had a "stove" like many of the people here, I wouldn't have a problem. The things these people can do without the modern conveniences is amazing to me. However, I really don't want to wash my clothes on a washboard by hand. But I do know how, if ever I need to do it. And speaking of that, we have to go a different way to school since the rains have really made a big mess on the road we normally travel. So out in the middle of nowhere, it seems, there is this strange looking piece of construction that would remind you of gates on a dam. There's 5 or 6 openings. I finally asked what it was, and sure enough, it's a place for the people to do their laundry. It's right there by the creek, and there are washboards built in the cement. Wow! They have special soap for laundry, and the soap they use to wash dishes can also be used in cold water that kills bacteria and germs. One of the brands is made by Colgate.
So am I fearful? Not at all. God is in control and He allows things to happen for His purposes. In our patience, possess we our souls. So if things come to worse, and I pray they don't, He will move us out. Will keep you updated as much as possible.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
...who is so great a God, as our God? Ps.77:13
Oh happy day. I now have my identity back. I went to Tegucigalpa on Thursday, stayed with Becky over night, and Friday morning we were at the U.S. Embassy just before eight. Of course we didn't get out of there till almost nine. Then we headed to immigration for my visa. The lady said it would cost me L1900. That's $100. We had already checked and we were told it wouldn't cost anything. Praise God, I didn't have to pay. Because it was a new passport, which I did have to pay $100 to get, there were no stamps in it noting when I had come into and left the country. So they had to go looking for the information in their computers. After a good hour or more, they found the copy of my re-entering the 23rd of May. So, she stamped my passport, and away we went. Even though it was time consuming, all went well, and everyone was nice and helpful. After we left the embassy, I started thinking about why they put gel on your hands when you enter the embassy. Most people don't go in there with dirty hands. It made me think about the "spray' or whatever that we were told about when my purse was taken. I was thinking, what do they know that we don't know? Interesting. Maybe you can answer that one, Gary.
One of the teachers asked me if I liked (still) Honduras. Of course the answer was yes. I told her we have ladrones, thieves, in the states too. She was totally shocked. People think the U.S. is like heaven. What a badly mistaken idea. I told her people are the same all over the world. You have honest people and dishonest people. It doesn't matter where they live. It's a matter of the heart.
School is going well. I now have a "certified" teacher coming to the house two days a week for two hours each to help me with Spanish. I was asking questions that Eva didn't feel she could answer adequately. So the brain really gets a workout. I can tell she's definitely a teacher, and she teaches 4th graders in a school not too far from ours.
The Honduran team from El Progreso put the roof on one of the other buildings at school, and put electricity in our rooms. I now have one light bulb and one electric outlet. Woohoo! Thank you Lord. No, we don't have the transformer. If my information is correct, they ran a line from the kindergarten building. There is so much that needs to be done there, but when you run out of money, you have to wait until more comes in. How I appreciate those that give to missions. Without that, there wouldn't be a school here where I teach. In fact, Jessica, the young lady that comes to my house for English lessons, has such artistic abilities. If I had the money, I would send her to art school. So if somebody out there would like to sponsor her to go to art school, let me know. It is so expensive and at this time, she doesn't have a job. However, I had her draw a vine, Bible,and branches on one of my walls, so we could have a place to put our favorite scriptures written in English, of course. The kids have really enjoyed looking up their favorite scripture in Spanish and then translating it into English. So I have hearts, flowers, and papers with scriptures and art drawn on them taped to the wall. It's cool.
I want to thank all of you that remember us here in prayer. It's so important to us. God does keep us. We just had a new president installed this morning with Congress removing the other one. What all that means for the future, I'm not sure, but God knows and is still in control. It's "he that putteth down one, and setteth up another". Ps.75:7 So even when things don't look good, they are.
Blessings to you all.
One of the teachers asked me if I liked (still) Honduras. Of course the answer was yes. I told her we have ladrones, thieves, in the states too. She was totally shocked. People think the U.S. is like heaven. What a badly mistaken idea. I told her people are the same all over the world. You have honest people and dishonest people. It doesn't matter where they live. It's a matter of the heart.
School is going well. I now have a "certified" teacher coming to the house two days a week for two hours each to help me with Spanish. I was asking questions that Eva didn't feel she could answer adequately. So the brain really gets a workout. I can tell she's definitely a teacher, and she teaches 4th graders in a school not too far from ours.
The Honduran team from El Progreso put the roof on one of the other buildings at school, and put electricity in our rooms. I now have one light bulb and one electric outlet. Woohoo! Thank you Lord. No, we don't have the transformer. If my information is correct, they ran a line from the kindergarten building. There is so much that needs to be done there, but when you run out of money, you have to wait until more comes in. How I appreciate those that give to missions. Without that, there wouldn't be a school here where I teach. In fact, Jessica, the young lady that comes to my house for English lessons, has such artistic abilities. If I had the money, I would send her to art school. So if somebody out there would like to sponsor her to go to art school, let me know. It is so expensive and at this time, she doesn't have a job. However, I had her draw a vine, Bible,and branches on one of my walls, so we could have a place to put our favorite scriptures written in English, of course. The kids have really enjoyed looking up their favorite scripture in Spanish and then translating it into English. So I have hearts, flowers, and papers with scriptures and art drawn on them taped to the wall. It's cool.
I want to thank all of you that remember us here in prayer. It's so important to us. God does keep us. We just had a new president installed this morning with Congress removing the other one. What all that means for the future, I'm not sure, but God knows and is still in control. It's "he that putteth down one, and setteth up another". Ps.75:7 So even when things don't look good, they are.
Blessings to you all.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Ps. 23:1 The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
Well, here I am after only a couple of weeks. And for those of you that like mysteries, I have one for you, so keep reading.
We were out of school this week for a break, don't know that it had a name, but everybody needed it. Becky had a young lady from CO here the past two weeks, and I was blessed to spend time with her also. Thursday, the 11th, was her last night, so it was her choice where we would eat. She chose Chili's, one of mine and Becky's favorite restaurants. So away we go. Our service was not as great as it normally is, but... So after we ate and paid the bill, we got up to leave and a feeling of dread went through me, and I remember thinking I didn't want to walk through all those people. Now that was weird, because you most always walk through a crowd of people at restaurants like Chili's, Applebees, etc. especially at that time of the evening. And it doesn't bother me, normally, but you will see that that whole evening was not normal. So we walked through the crowd of people inside and outside, and most were North Americans. I remember putting my hands on one young lady and saying,"con permiso, por favor"(excuse me,please, so I could get through the crowd) even though she was an American. Well, Lauren and I were ahead of Becky and we got in the car. However, Becky wasn't behind us. I looked back and I thought she was waiting for a car to pass. But after the car passed, she was still standing there. I knew something was wrong so I hopped out of the car to go see about her. By time I got around to the back of her car, she was at the back of it and bending over. She was in pain because she had banged her knee bone on one of the benches on the way out. By that time, Lauren was looking out of the car to see what was wrong. Becky was soon able to get in the car, and I went around to my side to get in. The minute I sat down, I said,"Where's my purse"? It was nowhere to be found. So back inside the restaurant we went to make sure I didn't leave it there. Well, I didn't. The manager went through the camera tapes and sure enough it shows me leaving with my purse over my shoulder. It was a very small purse and carrying it that way put the purse itself under my arm. What a shock! No purse, no passport & visa, no driver's license, no bank debit card, no credit card, no insurance card, no glasses, no cell phone, and over $200 gone because I had just used the ATM. Pictures of kids, grand-kids, friends-all gone. Everything I normally do, I didn't do. I normally don't carry my passport, because I carry a copy always. I normally don't leave the car door open when I get out, and I did when I went to check on Becky. But then Lauren was in the car. There were no people or cars around our car when I went to check on Becky. Chili's outside camera only scans the side of the building and not the front. If it did, we would know what happened. So who got my purse and when? The guard didn't see anybody, and the manager came outside with a flashlight to help us look under cars, etc. but to no avail. My purse was gone. What a shock. I had my passport copy, or otherwise, I would be an illegal alien. Ok you guys, don't go any farther with that statement.
The next morning at the office, the secretary was telling about people doing this out side of restaurants like Chili's. They use some kind of spray that makes you lose your memory for a few minutes. Yeah, I know. Sounds like something from Steven King or your favorite sci-fi film. But later, a couple of missionaries told Becky that they had heard it on the news.
So what happened? Becky, Lauren, and I have no clue and neither does anyone else. The whole thing is just strange. On Friday, we took Lauren to the airport and said goodbye. Then we went to the U.S. Embassy to apply for a new passport. I had to go get new pictures taken, and don't think they aren't beauties. With not much sleep the night before, I had suitcases under the eyes!! Vanity, vanity. Next, to the immigration office, then to get my eyes examined and new glasses, and of course a new cell phone. So we really got everything replaced or it's on it's way. I emailed the bank and called the credit card company the night it happened. So all is well.
So why did all this happen? I haven't the slightest idea. But God knows and He allows things to happen for a reason and a purpose (thank you, Jen). God gave me peace through all of it. I knew He would take care of it all. I'm thankful that it happened this way and that we weren't assaulted or hurt. I told the girls I was not sitting in an ash heap and scraping myself with a potsherd, and everything that was lost could be replaced. It just caused some inconvenience for us. I'm not the only person who has been robbed of their passports, etc. And God made the way easy for us to take care of everything. People were nice and helpful and we didn't have to wait forever. And you learn to wait in Honduras.
So I praise God for His presence. He is always with me, and He knows everything from beginning to end. I don't have to worry about anything, because He will take care of me and all that concerns me, even this. And that thought kept going through my mind during all that happened. He knew what was happening even though I didn't. Thank God that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and is ever faithful. Pastor Bill said I was now baptized. So that makes me a bonafide missionary.
Now some news about school. Becky, Lauren, and I painted a couple of the classrooms this week. The Honduran team from San Pedro Sula will be here this week to work on the other building some more and to fix the area in front of the high school. I will be glad to see them again. However, I probably won't get to help them.
The earthquake that we had a couple of weeks ago, rocked me in my bed at 2:30 in the morning,I remember thinking earthquake tremor and rolled over and went back to sleep Lots of damage up north in El Progreso and San Pedro Sula, but none here. In fact a lot of people slept right through it. Thanks for all the prayers that were made on our behalf. The people of Honduras thanks you too.
Until next time, sounds like a news commentator, God bless and keep you.
We were out of school this week for a break, don't know that it had a name, but everybody needed it. Becky had a young lady from CO here the past two weeks, and I was blessed to spend time with her also. Thursday, the 11th, was her last night, so it was her choice where we would eat. She chose Chili's, one of mine and Becky's favorite restaurants. So away we go. Our service was not as great as it normally is, but... So after we ate and paid the bill, we got up to leave and a feeling of dread went through me, and I remember thinking I didn't want to walk through all those people. Now that was weird, because you most always walk through a crowd of people at restaurants like Chili's, Applebees, etc. especially at that time of the evening. And it doesn't bother me, normally, but you will see that that whole evening was not normal. So we walked through the crowd of people inside and outside, and most were North Americans. I remember putting my hands on one young lady and saying,"con permiso, por favor"(excuse me,please, so I could get through the crowd) even though she was an American. Well, Lauren and I were ahead of Becky and we got in the car. However, Becky wasn't behind us. I looked back and I thought she was waiting for a car to pass. But after the car passed, she was still standing there. I knew something was wrong so I hopped out of the car to go see about her. By time I got around to the back of her car, she was at the back of it and bending over. She was in pain because she had banged her knee bone on one of the benches on the way out. By that time, Lauren was looking out of the car to see what was wrong. Becky was soon able to get in the car, and I went around to my side to get in. The minute I sat down, I said,"Where's my purse"? It was nowhere to be found. So back inside the restaurant we went to make sure I didn't leave it there. Well, I didn't. The manager went through the camera tapes and sure enough it shows me leaving with my purse over my shoulder. It was a very small purse and carrying it that way put the purse itself under my arm. What a shock! No purse, no passport & visa, no driver's license, no bank debit card, no credit card, no insurance card, no glasses, no cell phone, and over $200 gone because I had just used the ATM. Pictures of kids, grand-kids, friends-all gone. Everything I normally do, I didn't do. I normally don't carry my passport, because I carry a copy always. I normally don't leave the car door open when I get out, and I did when I went to check on Becky. But then Lauren was in the car. There were no people or cars around our car when I went to check on Becky. Chili's outside camera only scans the side of the building and not the front. If it did, we would know what happened. So who got my purse and when? The guard didn't see anybody, and the manager came outside with a flashlight to help us look under cars, etc. but to no avail. My purse was gone. What a shock. I had my passport copy, or otherwise, I would be an illegal alien. Ok you guys, don't go any farther with that statement.
The next morning at the office, the secretary was telling about people doing this out side of restaurants like Chili's. They use some kind of spray that makes you lose your memory for a few minutes. Yeah, I know. Sounds like something from Steven King or your favorite sci-fi film. But later, a couple of missionaries told Becky that they had heard it on the news.
So what happened? Becky, Lauren, and I have no clue and neither does anyone else. The whole thing is just strange. On Friday, we took Lauren to the airport and said goodbye. Then we went to the U.S. Embassy to apply for a new passport. I had to go get new pictures taken, and don't think they aren't beauties. With not much sleep the night before, I had suitcases under the eyes!! Vanity, vanity. Next, to the immigration office, then to get my eyes examined and new glasses, and of course a new cell phone. So we really got everything replaced or it's on it's way. I emailed the bank and called the credit card company the night it happened. So all is well.
So why did all this happen? I haven't the slightest idea. But God knows and He allows things to happen for a reason and a purpose (thank you, Jen). God gave me peace through all of it. I knew He would take care of it all. I'm thankful that it happened this way and that we weren't assaulted or hurt. I told the girls I was not sitting in an ash heap and scraping myself with a potsherd, and everything that was lost could be replaced. It just caused some inconvenience for us. I'm not the only person who has been robbed of their passports, etc. And God made the way easy for us to take care of everything. People were nice and helpful and we didn't have to wait forever. And you learn to wait in Honduras.
So I praise God for His presence. He is always with me, and He knows everything from beginning to end. I don't have to worry about anything, because He will take care of me and all that concerns me, even this. And that thought kept going through my mind during all that happened. He knew what was happening even though I didn't. Thank God that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and is ever faithful. Pastor Bill said I was now baptized. So that makes me a bonafide missionary.
Now some news about school. Becky, Lauren, and I painted a couple of the classrooms this week. The Honduran team from San Pedro Sula will be here this week to work on the other building some more and to fix the area in front of the high school. I will be glad to see them again. However, I probably won't get to help them.
The earthquake that we had a couple of weeks ago, rocked me in my bed at 2:30 in the morning,I remember thinking earthquake tremor and rolled over and went back to sleep Lots of damage up north in El Progreso and San Pedro Sula, but none here. In fact a lot of people slept right through it. Thanks for all the prayers that were made on our behalf. The people of Honduras thanks you too.
Until next time, sounds like a news commentator, God bless and keep you.
Friday, May 29, 2009
My times are in thy hand...Ps. 31:15
Well, it appears that some people read my blog almost daily. I guess I'm a little behind. Sorry about that. I really do not like to write that much, although I could probably talk forever. So let me see what has been happening in my world.
Since my last writing, we celebrated Mother's Day. It was like our Father's Day celebration. The students and teachers did skits and then we cooked dinner for the mothers.
The day before Mother's Day was used for conferences with parents and handing out grades. My students are doing good. Some are really excited and want to learn the language while others could care less. Kids are kids whether here or in the states. I have been told by the nationals that my Spanish is good. Well, it will pass. I can get the message across, but when you spend several days or a couple of weeks with only English speakers, the Spanish does a nose dive.
I didn't make it to Costa Rica for my visa renewal. Instead, as some of you know, I came to the states. What a trip! It was good to see all of you. And to be in church with you on Wednesday night. It felt good to be home.
I thought I was just coming home in order to renew my visa, and of course to see my family while I was there. Well, God had some other plans, as always!! After church, I decided to drive by my house. Well, the grass was very tall and it looked like no one was living there. The next day, I called the young lady that was buying it, and sure enough she had moved. Well, that left one day to get things done. I told my daughter-in-law, that when I saw the place in the day light that I would surely sit down and cry. I kept that yard mowed and it always looked good. (We are stewards of the things God gives us). Well, I didn't cry. God has released me from the place that was home for 12 years. So now I ask that you pray with me that it will sell quickly and that the Lord will help my son with all the stuff that he will do to help me. Isn't it great to know that God knows everything and that He will take care of us, regardless of what other people do? I'm so glad that nothing takes Him by surprise.
Well, we had an earthquake yesterday morning, the 28th. My bed started rocking about 2:30 a.m. and I remember thinking, earthquake tremor. I've never been in an earthquake before, but I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I got up, I wondered if it really happened. It did. All the LACC schools are fine along with our families. One of our churches has a broken window, and things fell off the walls of one of pastor's home up north. So we are praising God that it wasn't worse. There was damage in the towns of El Progreso and San Pedro Sula where we were earlier. Most people that I know here slept through it, and didn't know anything happened. I thank all of you that heard the news for praying for us here.
Some of our English and Spanish lessons here at the house sometimes takes a back seat because the Lord is opening doors to minister. It's either praying for one of the ladies or sharing scripture and confirming what the Lord has already said through a sermon from their pastor. I am so thankful for God's grace and patience and for confirming His word to us. And speaking of His word, I never keep my Bible out with me when when I fly. I always ask for a window seat so I can look out. I see those clouds and think of the scripture referring to them as the dust of his feet, and how high He will be when He returns, and how we will be going up to meet Him. It takes my breath away. Well, this time, I kept it out and laid it in the middle seat until I could sit down. I thought I would spend some time in Psalms. When I sat down, the lady sitting in the aisle seat tapped it and smiled at me while shaking her head up and down. The only thing she could say in English was thank you. We began talking and She told me that she was going through chemo for cancer and had already had a mastectomy. She also had osteoporosis really bad. I said, nosotros oramos (we pray) and she said yes. So we did. She had tears in her eyes when we finished and the stewardess came by and asked if she was alright. I told her we were praying. She affirmed that and went on down the aisle. God knows, doesn't He? We continued to visit after praying. She was flying to the states to see her grandson graduate.
Tomorrow I am going to learn how to make pupusas and tortillas. Pupusas are tortillas that have cheese and or other things like sausage or chicken inside. They're really good.
Thank you for all your prayers. You don't know how much it means to those of us that are here to know that people at home are praying for us. We, too, remember you.
Blessings,
Beverly
Since my last writing, we celebrated Mother's Day. It was like our Father's Day celebration. The students and teachers did skits and then we cooked dinner for the mothers.
The day before Mother's Day was used for conferences with parents and handing out grades. My students are doing good. Some are really excited and want to learn the language while others could care less. Kids are kids whether here or in the states. I have been told by the nationals that my Spanish is good. Well, it will pass. I can get the message across, but when you spend several days or a couple of weeks with only English speakers, the Spanish does a nose dive.
I didn't make it to Costa Rica for my visa renewal. Instead, as some of you know, I came to the states. What a trip! It was good to see all of you. And to be in church with you on Wednesday night. It felt good to be home.
I thought I was just coming home in order to renew my visa, and of course to see my family while I was there. Well, God had some other plans, as always!! After church, I decided to drive by my house. Well, the grass was very tall and it looked like no one was living there. The next day, I called the young lady that was buying it, and sure enough she had moved. Well, that left one day to get things done. I told my daughter-in-law, that when I saw the place in the day light that I would surely sit down and cry. I kept that yard mowed and it always looked good. (We are stewards of the things God gives us). Well, I didn't cry. God has released me from the place that was home for 12 years. So now I ask that you pray with me that it will sell quickly and that the Lord will help my son with all the stuff that he will do to help me. Isn't it great to know that God knows everything and that He will take care of us, regardless of what other people do? I'm so glad that nothing takes Him by surprise.
Well, we had an earthquake yesterday morning, the 28th. My bed started rocking about 2:30 a.m. and I remember thinking, earthquake tremor. I've never been in an earthquake before, but I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I got up, I wondered if it really happened. It did. All the LACC schools are fine along with our families. One of our churches has a broken window, and things fell off the walls of one of pastor's home up north. So we are praising God that it wasn't worse. There was damage in the towns of El Progreso and San Pedro Sula where we were earlier. Most people that I know here slept through it, and didn't know anything happened. I thank all of you that heard the news for praying for us here.
Some of our English and Spanish lessons here at the house sometimes takes a back seat because the Lord is opening doors to minister. It's either praying for one of the ladies or sharing scripture and confirming what the Lord has already said through a sermon from their pastor. I am so thankful for God's grace and patience and for confirming His word to us. And speaking of His word, I never keep my Bible out with me when when I fly. I always ask for a window seat so I can look out. I see those clouds and think of the scripture referring to them as the dust of his feet, and how high He will be when He returns, and how we will be going up to meet Him. It takes my breath away. Well, this time, I kept it out and laid it in the middle seat until I could sit down. I thought I would spend some time in Psalms. When I sat down, the lady sitting in the aisle seat tapped it and smiled at me while shaking her head up and down. The only thing she could say in English was thank you. We began talking and She told me that she was going through chemo for cancer and had already had a mastectomy. She also had osteoporosis really bad. I said, nosotros oramos (we pray) and she said yes. So we did. She had tears in her eyes when we finished and the stewardess came by and asked if she was alright. I told her we were praying. She affirmed that and went on down the aisle. God knows, doesn't He? We continued to visit after praying. She was flying to the states to see her grandson graduate.
Tomorrow I am going to learn how to make pupusas and tortillas. Pupusas are tortillas that have cheese and or other things like sausage or chicken inside. They're really good.
Thank you for all your prayers. You don't know how much it means to those of us that are here to know that people at home are praying for us. We, too, remember you.
Blessings,
Beverly
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Cloud Covering Ps.121:6
It's hard to believe that another month has gone by. I have just spent the last 12 days in San Pedro Sula which is in the northern part of Honduras and very, very hot. I had the chance to help a team from MA build a couple more rooms onto the school in El Progreso.
I have heard of bucket brigades, but have never actually seen one in progress. These buckets contained cement. They were hoisted to the second floor by a rope with 2 hooks made of re-bar. They were quite heavy, and not even full, but it took 2 men to pull the rope and get them to the top. Then they were passed from person to person and poured into the proper place. What a job. Only half of the floor could be done in one day. The other half was done the exact same way the next day. One room had to filled with dirt in order to get it ready for a floor after the sides were built with cement blocks. It was good to have a backhoe come in and do the filling. It would have taken several days to shovel it all. And speaking of shoveling, I found my niche. I shoveled the rock and sand needed to make the cement, or is it called concrete? Sorry, I haven't taken time to find out the difference. I think you use cement and when it gets hard, it's called concrete, right? I'm expecting one of you fellows to straighten me out on this. Anyway, I had to throw a shovel full of dirt and rocks against a framed screen to separate the sand from the the other stuff. What a job, but I loved it. I used muscles that I didn't remember I had.
It was soooo hot, but we were all praying(thank you, Betty) for cloud cover and a slight breeze. God answered our prayer every day, and boy did we praise Him for it. Everybody's clothes were wet with sweat. What a workout. And the amazing thing was that we didn't HURT. We were sore, but not hurting. Amazing God that we serve. People were getting red but not burning. What an experience.
I was asked by the Nationals to translate their Spanish to English and the English asked me to translate to Spanish. Oh, boy! But I got the messages across and everybody was happy. I told Raul, the jefe, (boss)Yo estoy sudano como un caballo-I am sweating like a horse. He had never heard that and thought it was hilarious. Guess what he was saying in English the next day? You got it. Jose told me I had good Spanish. It was so funny because everybody knew my job was the shoveling. No one said it, but we all kind of knew what each person's job was. Jose wasn't there the first day, so when he came, he started shoveling. I finally just stood back and watched because I wasn't for sure what to do. I thought maybe I had taken his job. Well, when Raul and one of the other guys saw what was happening, they immediately told him that I was doing it. So bless his heart, he quit and let me continue. But he did step in and help me when they started going faster and he threw the rocks into the other pile for me. I really appreciated that. Plus it gave us time to get acquainted and for him to learn some English and me to practice my Spanish. And I have to give credit to 2 of the women on the team. They came over the couple of days and shoveled too.
When we drove in the first day, all the kids had lined the drive way to welcome us. What a sight. They sang worship songs in Spanish and had learned some in English, which they also sang on the last day when they did a human video. What a powerful lesson they gave.
We were able to play soccer and volley ball with them. No, I didn't play soccer, but I did volley ball. The guys thought the kids had decided that if the Americanos were losing, they would let them win, so the goalie just let that little ball go right on through at the end of the game. It was funny and everybody had a good time.
I was able to check out some English workbooks at one of the school book stores in San Pedro. I bought enough for my 7th graders, thank you Covenant Assembly, and will check out the book stores in Tegucigalpa for the other students. Will start in them tomorrow and see what happens. They are not used to having books of their own to study, so I'm curious to see what transpires.
I guess I should tell you that I didn't go to Costa Rica. I just renewed for one month and will go this month. I hope this finds you all well and blessed. Again thank you for all your prayers and giving. God always blesses with much more.
I have heard of bucket brigades, but have never actually seen one in progress. These buckets contained cement. They were hoisted to the second floor by a rope with 2 hooks made of re-bar. They were quite heavy, and not even full, but it took 2 men to pull the rope and get them to the top. Then they were passed from person to person and poured into the proper place. What a job. Only half of the floor could be done in one day. The other half was done the exact same way the next day. One room had to filled with dirt in order to get it ready for a floor after the sides were built with cement blocks. It was good to have a backhoe come in and do the filling. It would have taken several days to shovel it all. And speaking of shoveling, I found my niche. I shoveled the rock and sand needed to make the cement, or is it called concrete? Sorry, I haven't taken time to find out the difference. I think you use cement and when it gets hard, it's called concrete, right? I'm expecting one of you fellows to straighten me out on this. Anyway, I had to throw a shovel full of dirt and rocks against a framed screen to separate the sand from the the other stuff. What a job, but I loved it. I used muscles that I didn't remember I had.
It was soooo hot, but we were all praying(thank you, Betty) for cloud cover and a slight breeze. God answered our prayer every day, and boy did we praise Him for it. Everybody's clothes were wet with sweat. What a workout. And the amazing thing was that we didn't HURT. We were sore, but not hurting. Amazing God that we serve. People were getting red but not burning. What an experience.
I was asked by the Nationals to translate their Spanish to English and the English asked me to translate to Spanish. Oh, boy! But I got the messages across and everybody was happy. I told Raul, the jefe, (boss)Yo estoy sudano como un caballo-I am sweating like a horse. He had never heard that and thought it was hilarious. Guess what he was saying in English the next day? You got it. Jose told me I had good Spanish. It was so funny because everybody knew my job was the shoveling. No one said it, but we all kind of knew what each person's job was. Jose wasn't there the first day, so when he came, he started shoveling. I finally just stood back and watched because I wasn't for sure what to do. I thought maybe I had taken his job. Well, when Raul and one of the other guys saw what was happening, they immediately told him that I was doing it. So bless his heart, he quit and let me continue. But he did step in and help me when they started going faster and he threw the rocks into the other pile for me. I really appreciated that. Plus it gave us time to get acquainted and for him to learn some English and me to practice my Spanish. And I have to give credit to 2 of the women on the team. They came over the couple of days and shoveled too.
When we drove in the first day, all the kids had lined the drive way to welcome us. What a sight. They sang worship songs in Spanish and had learned some in English, which they also sang on the last day when they did a human video. What a powerful lesson they gave.
We were able to play soccer and volley ball with them. No, I didn't play soccer, but I did volley ball. The guys thought the kids had decided that if the Americanos were losing, they would let them win, so the goalie just let that little ball go right on through at the end of the game. It was funny and everybody had a good time.
I was able to check out some English workbooks at one of the school book stores in San Pedro. I bought enough for my 7th graders, thank you Covenant Assembly, and will check out the book stores in Tegucigalpa for the other students. Will start in them tomorrow and see what happens. They are not used to having books of their own to study, so I'm curious to see what transpires.
I guess I should tell you that I didn't go to Costa Rica. I just renewed for one month and will go this month. I hope this finds you all well and blessed. Again thank you for all your prayers and giving. God always blesses with much more.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
To God Be The Glory
Hi Everybody,
Life is so interesting here. In Valle, you see mules, horses, cars, trucks, bicycles, motorcycles, city buses, SUV's, taxis, and moto-taxis all at the same time going to and fro on the streets. And of course all the people that are walking. I love it! My mother always said that I should have been born 100 years before I actually was, but then she would have had to, too, and I don't think she would have liked that. And where else do you carry a dozen eggs home in a little plastic bag that just fits. I think I held my breath most of the way home. They were not in a container, oh no, just the plastic bag that was not very thick. And yes, we made it home just fine. Thank you Lord.
It has finally gotten hot here. I am so glad. I have heard of the snow and ice storm that you are having in KS. I'm not a bit envious!!
I attend the little church next to the school. It would probably remind you of the old fashioned country church of years gone by. Nothing fancy. But the people have the joy of the Lord and does it ever show. The praise service was probably an hour long last Sunday. One of the young men leading the songs sang till his voice was almost gone. He didn't care. He was too busy worshiping. It's good to see men raising their hands, crying, and unable to stand still. There was nothing out of order, and no, no one was swinging from the light bulbs. (We don't have chandeliers)! And the drums was being played by a 10-12(?) year old boy. I found out later that Christian is in the third grade. He did very well. Once in a while, he would get off beat, and his dad would get him back on track. But that didn't stop the worshipping that was taking place. It took me back to Calvary Temple when Doug played the drums, a little older than this young man. And now he plays at Asbury Methodist. Truly God's gifts and calling are without repentance.
I ran into my first, and I hope my last, coral snake. He was only a baby, about 4 inches long, but he sure had that little head up ready to strike. I hate killing things, but I didn't want him going into the school yard where he was headed. So between me and one of the mothers, the little guy met his end beneath some big rocks.
The men from San Pedro have been working on the tech building. They also finished the floors on the two rooms of the upper level of the high school. People ask, all the time what do we need here. Well, the $15,000 for the transformer, money for textbooks, and sponsors for those children that don't have any. I would love to have some kind of window coverings for the high school. We have openings with bars, but no coverings. So the wind blows the posters off the walls and they have to be re-taped to the wall just about every morning. Windows are expensive and they get broken by people throwing rocks. So I'm not for sure what the answer is for this situation. The walls are made of concrete blocks and then cemented over, but not to a real smooth finish. Life is a little rugged here!
The English classes are going well. I finally said that only English would be spoken because I was learning more Spanish than they were learning English! Amazing how the English was beginning to be used. Thank you for all the prayers for my learning the language here. I am getting better.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are very long days. I'm usually up by 4:30 every morning, but those 3 days don't end until about 7 in the evening. After school, I am learning Spanish and then teaching English. And when 7 comes, I'm ready for bed, almost.
Becky and I met a group of college kids from Wheaton College in Illinois that was here to put a water system in one of the small areas south of here. The young man said he had never seen the Holy Spirit move as he did when the system started operating. Everybody was crying and giving praises to God for what he was doing for them through these kids. They had raised $65,000 to come and do this. What a loving God we serve!
I was waiting for the bus when a group of North Americans went by. They are volunteers at the orphanage here in Valle. One fellow was going to be here for a week and the two married couples are here until the Lord says it's time to leave. Sometimes I'm amazed at all the people that leave their homes and families to go to strange places in order to fulfill the calling God has placed on their lives. He is so totally awesome, and He can sure add some adventure to our lives.
I can't believe that I have been here almost three months! At this point in time, the plans are to be in Costa Rica next weekend in order to renew my visa. After 3 months, you have to leave the country for 3 days and then re-enter. Becky will go with me. We can't go to the countries right next door due to some agreement between these countries. It would be nice if we could, because Becky could drive there. But God has his plan, yes? This is good timing since we are out of school this next week and the following Monday for Semana Santa-Holy Week for Pascua, Easter.
The devotional went well yesterday. The lesson was basically about God having a plan for our lives and giving us a free will to be able to choose who we would follow, and the rewards that would be received for the choice we make. It was "excellente" according to Johnny and a couple of the students. So again I give thanks and credit to the Lord for that.
So I guess this is it for now. Thank you so much for all your prayers and giving to the Lord. He will truly bless you.
Life is so interesting here. In Valle, you see mules, horses, cars, trucks, bicycles, motorcycles, city buses, SUV's, taxis, and moto-taxis all at the same time going to and fro on the streets. And of course all the people that are walking. I love it! My mother always said that I should have been born 100 years before I actually was, but then she would have had to, too, and I don't think she would have liked that. And where else do you carry a dozen eggs home in a little plastic bag that just fits. I think I held my breath most of the way home. They were not in a container, oh no, just the plastic bag that was not very thick. And yes, we made it home just fine. Thank you Lord.
It has finally gotten hot here. I am so glad. I have heard of the snow and ice storm that you are having in KS. I'm not a bit envious!!
I attend the little church next to the school. It would probably remind you of the old fashioned country church of years gone by. Nothing fancy. But the people have the joy of the Lord and does it ever show. The praise service was probably an hour long last Sunday. One of the young men leading the songs sang till his voice was almost gone. He didn't care. He was too busy worshiping. It's good to see men raising their hands, crying, and unable to stand still. There was nothing out of order, and no, no one was swinging from the light bulbs. (We don't have chandeliers)! And the drums was being played by a 10-12(?) year old boy. I found out later that Christian is in the third grade. He did very well. Once in a while, he would get off beat, and his dad would get him back on track. But that didn't stop the worshipping that was taking place. It took me back to Calvary Temple when Doug played the drums, a little older than this young man. And now he plays at Asbury Methodist. Truly God's gifts and calling are without repentance.
I ran into my first, and I hope my last, coral snake. He was only a baby, about 4 inches long, but he sure had that little head up ready to strike. I hate killing things, but I didn't want him going into the school yard where he was headed. So between me and one of the mothers, the little guy met his end beneath some big rocks.
The men from San Pedro have been working on the tech building. They also finished the floors on the two rooms of the upper level of the high school. People ask, all the time what do we need here. Well, the $15,000 for the transformer, money for textbooks, and sponsors for those children that don't have any. I would love to have some kind of window coverings for the high school. We have openings with bars, but no coverings. So the wind blows the posters off the walls and they have to be re-taped to the wall just about every morning. Windows are expensive and they get broken by people throwing rocks. So I'm not for sure what the answer is for this situation. The walls are made of concrete blocks and then cemented over, but not to a real smooth finish. Life is a little rugged here!
The English classes are going well. I finally said that only English would be spoken because I was learning more Spanish than they were learning English! Amazing how the English was beginning to be used. Thank you for all the prayers for my learning the language here. I am getting better.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are very long days. I'm usually up by 4:30 every morning, but those 3 days don't end until about 7 in the evening. After school, I am learning Spanish and then teaching English. And when 7 comes, I'm ready for bed, almost.
Becky and I met a group of college kids from Wheaton College in Illinois that was here to put a water system in one of the small areas south of here. The young man said he had never seen the Holy Spirit move as he did when the system started operating. Everybody was crying and giving praises to God for what he was doing for them through these kids. They had raised $65,000 to come and do this. What a loving God we serve!
I was waiting for the bus when a group of North Americans went by. They are volunteers at the orphanage here in Valle. One fellow was going to be here for a week and the two married couples are here until the Lord says it's time to leave. Sometimes I'm amazed at all the people that leave their homes and families to go to strange places in order to fulfill the calling God has placed on their lives. He is so totally awesome, and He can sure add some adventure to our lives.
I can't believe that I have been here almost three months! At this point in time, the plans are to be in Costa Rica next weekend in order to renew my visa. After 3 months, you have to leave the country for 3 days and then re-enter. Becky will go with me. We can't go to the countries right next door due to some agreement between these countries. It would be nice if we could, because Becky could drive there. But God has his plan, yes? This is good timing since we are out of school this next week and the following Monday for Semana Santa-Holy Week for Pascua, Easter.
The devotional went well yesterday. The lesson was basically about God having a plan for our lives and giving us a free will to be able to choose who we would follow, and the rewards that would be received for the choice we make. It was "excellente" according to Johnny and a couple of the students. So again I give thanks and credit to the Lord for that.
So I guess this is it for now. Thank you so much for all your prayers and giving to the Lord. He will truly bless you.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Hospitality Rom. 12:13
My first experience with a missions team was a learning experience. We had a team of 12 from OK come to help with the building of our high school tech rooms. I really don't know if tech is the right word. The rooms will be used to teach welding, baking, computers, and working with electricity. Of course we will need equipment, teachers, and $15,000 to buy the transformer needed to supply electricity to the classrooms. And naturally, we are believing God to supply the need because He said He would. So the team supplied a need for us. We, Becky and I, were up every morning between 4 and 5 to cook breakfast for everyone. Another need supplied! Then everyone was off to the school and building site.
I went to teach, and they went to carry cement blocks, mix cement, lay the blocks, etc. The ladies also helped paint the old desks. They sure needed a face lift. Kids here are like kids at home. They like to leave their art work and names behind for others to see! The team really enjoyed the Honduran food at lunch time. Fresh fruits and vegetables, tortillas( ours are smaller and thicker), cheese, and meat. YumYum!! We took them to Honduran restaunts for dinner. They enjoyed that, too. I should say we all enjoyed that.
We all went to CEAD for church in Tegucigalpa on Sunday and to Macuelizo for a mid-week service on Tuesday night where the associate pastor from OK spoke with Becky interpreting.
Now back to normal, whatever that is. I am in charge of devotions with the 7th graders on Friday mornings before they have their PE and then go home at noon. Well, lo and behold, the Lord has done it again. Johnny can play the guitar and has a beautiful singing voice. He is going to lead us with some worship songs during some of the time, and Eva is coming up from the Kindergarten to translate the message that I have for the students. So another prayer request is that I give what God wants them to hear. I am so amazed at everything that that the Lord has done and is doing.
The pastor's wife, from OK, and I really enjoyed talking and sharing things of the Lord. What a time of refreshing for both of us. It was so good.
Until next time, I truly thank you for all your prayers and giving. May God bless each of you.
I went to teach, and they went to carry cement blocks, mix cement, lay the blocks, etc. The ladies also helped paint the old desks. They sure needed a face lift. Kids here are like kids at home. They like to leave their art work and names behind for others to see! The team really enjoyed the Honduran food at lunch time. Fresh fruits and vegetables, tortillas( ours are smaller and thicker), cheese, and meat. YumYum!! We took them to Honduran restaunts for dinner. They enjoyed that, too. I should say we all enjoyed that.
We all went to CEAD for church in Tegucigalpa on Sunday and to Macuelizo for a mid-week service on Tuesday night where the associate pastor from OK spoke with Becky interpreting.
Now back to normal, whatever that is. I am in charge of devotions with the 7th graders on Friday mornings before they have their PE and then go home at noon. Well, lo and behold, the Lord has done it again. Johnny can play the guitar and has a beautiful singing voice. He is going to lead us with some worship songs during some of the time, and Eva is coming up from the Kindergarten to translate the message that I have for the students. So another prayer request is that I give what God wants them to hear. I am so amazed at everything that that the Lord has done and is doing.
The pastor's wife, from OK, and I really enjoyed talking and sharing things of the Lord. What a time of refreshing for both of us. It was so good.
Until next time, I truly thank you for all your prayers and giving. May God bless each of you.
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