How awesome it is to know that God is with us every moment of everyday. We can call upon Him at anytime and anywhere, and He will supply our need, whatever it is. Yesterday was one of those times. It was PE day, and the 7th and 8th graders had decided that they would go to the playas-beaches. I said beaches are in Tela and Roatan not Macuelizo. Noe, the custodian, and one of the teachers said it was by the river. Well, the river was 1 1/2 hours down the mountain, depending on your speed. Oh my, on the way down, I thought, " Dear Lord, what am I doing here?" There was no road. It was a path no wider than your foot in most places. Wow! Watch your footing. Alex, our bus driver was invited to go along, and bless his heart, he kept his eye on his "teacher". So I had his hand when needed. He comes to my English class when he is able, and we do English going home from school. Of course, he is not use to a lot of walking since he lives in Tegucigalpa. So he was in the hurts, too. Thank God I walk here in Valle. Anyway, we had to step aside to let a couple of pack horses go by. Honduras is such a land of diversity. This mountain was just as tall if not taller than the one in Amapala that I only climbed half way up last year. But on this mountain, you went up, down and around and praised God when you hit a level place. People that live on this mountain don't have cars and trucks, since there are no roads. So they travel by horse or foot. Oh, my, it makes me tired just to think about walking there again. Well, we finally made it there. Well, the river had hardly any water in it since we are in the dry season, but there was the swimming hole. And it was a swimming hole, just like the one my kids use to use when they were kids, only this one was a little bigger. The kids had a great time. So they had maybe 30 or 40 minutes to play and then back up the mountain. Well, the footing going up was easier than coming down, but the uphill climb was tough. Alex went ahead with some of the kids because he had to get back to take the first busload of kids home. Well, there were 4 kids that were behind me and they were having a hard time. Hearts were pounding. I told them we sit down, rest, catch our breaths, and go again for a space. We probably started doing this half way up. I said, Jesus ayudame-help me. Sure enough, He put one hand on my chest and the other on my back and said breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...My mind needed to be on something else other than the top of the mountain which seemed to be moving farther away all the time. Then the song, one more river to cross, one more mountain to climb, one more valley that I gotta go through leaving my troubles behind...I'm going through with Jesus hallelujah...came to mind. So my spirit was singing. I haven't thought of that song in years! A couple of times I told Alejandra, the other teacher, just send a helicopter!! Wouldn't that have been the cat's meow? Dumb gringa!!!! Well, we finally made it. Praise God. But Alex, me, and Alejandra said never again. A couple of times when I thought I can't do this, I thought if my life was at stake I'd do it. So on I went. But I was glad to see the road. There was time to walk to cool down before we reached the school and to get the heart rate back to normal. What an experience.
A land of diversity. In the big cities, you find all the technology that you find in the states. In the country, depending on the area, there aren't even roads let alone technology. But most have cell phones, but maybe not the fancy ones. I'm so glad I had such a diverse childhood. At Grandma's, there was no inside bathroom. She did have running water in the sink and a water heater. However, I have lived in houses where there was no running water. There was a pump outside and maybe a hand pump in the kitchen. I have had to wash clothes by hand , but I'm thankful I don't have to do that now. Most women in Valle wash their clothes by hand. It's quite amazing what you get use to and what you can do without if you have to. There was one wider place on the mountain that had a couple of barrels sitting there. Sticking out of the mountain was a small black hose with water going into the barrels. It was not a fast stream at all. On the way back there were some ladies there. One was bathing her baby of several months, and I don't remember seeing what the others were doing. I was too busy just trying to move onward. But I do remember the looks on their faces when they saw this gringa. What a surprise. Well, the legs are beginning to talk to me!! I was wondering when the soreness would appear. I think its on its way!!
So today there will be a team living here on the property for a week. They will be working at the school. I'm so glad and hopeful that it will all be finished this week. What a blessing for the kids to have a place to play soccer, etc.
So today I'm thankful to the Lord for my health and His continued care, even when I may not be using common sense. But something has taken place in my spirit that wasn't there before the climb. Thank you Jesus.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
IITim. 1:7 For God hath not given us a spirit of fear...
School is now in full swing. Yesterday we celebrated Father's Day. It is a big deal here just like Mother's Day. The parents supply the money for the food that the cooks at school prepare for the fathers that come. The different grades practice skits, songs, and poems to perform for their fathers. It's really quite nice. My Spanish teacher was shocked to find out that we don't do that in the states. I explained that the younger grades make things for their fathers and the churches usually do something to honor fathers, but as a whole the day is celebrated individually by families. Very strange to her. I really appreciate the fact that they teach the children the national anthem of Honduras, beginning in kindergarten. During the celebration, it is sung after prayer. They sing all the stanzas, not just one or the chorus. I wish we would do that in the states, but then heaven forbid that we should offend those that are not from the U.S. or don't believe in patriotism. How far we have fallen.
The week of the 29th will begin La Semana Santa-Holy Week and we will be out of school ready for a break. However, there will be a team here from the states working at the school. So Becky and I will be cooking breakfast every morning at 5:30. Right now the guys from El Progreso is here building steps, retaining walls, and a place for the high school kids to play soccer or whatever. It is so nice to walk down steps instead of loose gravel that can send you flying if you're not careful.
Exams will be given when we return to school. Yuck! I don't like giving tests, and I don't like taking them. But it's a must. I am happy with what the kids have remembered from last year. Right now we're working on telling time. They are just like some kids in the states. They can read digital, but not a regular clock. So it's a little difficult. And there are places in this world that still use regular clocks including watches. But then the Hondurans don't use the same words that I learned in Spanish to tell time either. So I understand their confusion and frustration. Really makes me wonder how much different it will be in Costa Rica. I'll be thinking, Lord, here we go again. Yeah, I hear some of you saying, "But look at how much you're learning". Just goes to prove that there are more ways to skinning a cat than one. That's morbid, but it's one of those things my dad use to say. The students are also learning the books of the Bible in English. They really have trouble pronouncing Judges.
Last week in the Bible study, the leader asked if we were ready to go if Jesus should come back. Some were a little fearful and he explained that when we are in Jesus, we don't have to live in fear. Of course, that's the crux of the matter. Are we in Jesus? Something was said about time, and I remarked that we won't have time to think about it when the time comes, because we will go in the twinkling of an eye. I don't know if a twinkle is the same as a blink, but I think it may be faster. But then Hondurans are a fearful people, and we talked about that a little. Some of my friends were shocked to know that all our homes in the U.S. are not surrounded by brick walls or cyclone fences with locked gates and barbed wire running along the top. Here, when you go to someone's house, you stand outside the gate and jiggle the gate while calling out to them saying, Buenas or Hola. I've taught my students how to answer the door if they were in the states. Very shocking to them to be so close and knock on a door, and not be calling out at the same time. How different our cultures are, but in many areas, the same.
I received news last week that the mother of my best friend in Wichita had passed away. It was sad to hear, but it was also a time of rejoicing for she was ready to meet our Lord. Everyday we have to be ready. Our sins forgiven and walking the path that He has called each one of us to walk. As the nations around us become more confused, we have to keep our eyes on Jesus. He is on the throne above all thrones and is in complete control of all things. Nothing happens without His say so. I'm so glad I know Him.
The week of the 29th will begin La Semana Santa-Holy Week and we will be out of school ready for a break. However, there will be a team here from the states working at the school. So Becky and I will be cooking breakfast every morning at 5:30. Right now the guys from El Progreso is here building steps, retaining walls, and a place for the high school kids to play soccer or whatever. It is so nice to walk down steps instead of loose gravel that can send you flying if you're not careful.
Exams will be given when we return to school. Yuck! I don't like giving tests, and I don't like taking them. But it's a must. I am happy with what the kids have remembered from last year. Right now we're working on telling time. They are just like some kids in the states. They can read digital, but not a regular clock. So it's a little difficult. And there are places in this world that still use regular clocks including watches. But then the Hondurans don't use the same words that I learned in Spanish to tell time either. So I understand their confusion and frustration. Really makes me wonder how much different it will be in Costa Rica. I'll be thinking, Lord, here we go again. Yeah, I hear some of you saying, "But look at how much you're learning". Just goes to prove that there are more ways to skinning a cat than one. That's morbid, but it's one of those things my dad use to say. The students are also learning the books of the Bible in English. They really have trouble pronouncing Judges.
Last week in the Bible study, the leader asked if we were ready to go if Jesus should come back. Some were a little fearful and he explained that when we are in Jesus, we don't have to live in fear. Of course, that's the crux of the matter. Are we in Jesus? Something was said about time, and I remarked that we won't have time to think about it when the time comes, because we will go in the twinkling of an eye. I don't know if a twinkle is the same as a blink, but I think it may be faster. But then Hondurans are a fearful people, and we talked about that a little. Some of my friends were shocked to know that all our homes in the U.S. are not surrounded by brick walls or cyclone fences with locked gates and barbed wire running along the top. Here, when you go to someone's house, you stand outside the gate and jiggle the gate while calling out to them saying, Buenas or Hola. I've taught my students how to answer the door if they were in the states. Very shocking to them to be so close and knock on a door, and not be calling out at the same time. How different our cultures are, but in many areas, the same.
I received news last week that the mother of my best friend in Wichita had passed away. It was sad to hear, but it was also a time of rejoicing for she was ready to meet our Lord. Everyday we have to be ready. Our sins forgiven and walking the path that He has called each one of us to walk. As the nations around us become more confused, we have to keep our eyes on Jesus. He is on the throne above all thrones and is in complete control of all things. Nothing happens without His say so. I'm so glad I know Him.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
John 10:10...I came that they might have life and that they might have it more abundatntly
Well, so much for warm weather! It has been really chilly here this past week. Even I wore a jacket on most days. It has been rainy, which we need, but the wind and cloudy skies made, made it very chilly. I'm glad to see the sun shining today. It's not overly bright, but it's out.
Almost 2 weeks ago I was able to go to Triunfo in Southern Honduras. The group that I went with, not AG, took school supplies for the children at a Christian school there. The leader of our group presented the gospel while lunch was being prepared for the children. We helped serve many children lunch. After lunch, the school supplies were handed out. Many of them wanted their pictures taken. When they saw their pictures, they smiled from ear to ear. Such a little thing to make them happy. Then they saw the balls for soccer. You should have seen them run. The bus driver starting kicking a ball, and the fun began. These kids learn to kick a soccer ball by the time they can walk!
This area is very poor. One of the men that went speaks English, and he told me that many of the people that live here wait for their relatives in the states to send them money. Others produce and sell cashews, while others go and work at the shrimp farms and come home on week-ends. It is a hard life here. We also took a medicine chest and gave it to a lady that helps the people in the community. The chest contained things like aspirin, bandages, antiseptics, etc. She will charge less than is normal, but enough to replenish her supplies and hopefully make a living. An older gentleman also talked to us about the plants he uses to treat certain ailments. Tea is made from most. He told us of plants that will lower blood pressure, normalize blood sugar, relieve constipation, treat headaches, etc. Other plants that are made into poultices to relieve sore muscles, etc. Very interesting. My kind of person.
This area reminds me of some places in the southwest United States. Very dry, dusty, and hot. There were many dry creek beds, and even the river reminded me of the Arkansas River in Wichita. Not much water in it most of the time. By time we left, I wanted to put my feet in a bucket of water!
Since we were so close to Nicaragua, we all voted to go there. So we parked the bus on this side of Honduras and walked across the bridge into Nicaragua. Just like the states, you would never know you crossed a border without a sign telling you. Everybody laughs because I say I have been to Nicaragua. Well, I have. I stepped on that turf and took pictures while my picture was also being taken. So I have been there!!!
We stopped in San Lorenzo on the way back to eat. Well, we had that famous Sopa de Mariscos. The seafood soup. Of course you always get the little crab-the whole body.
And then there is shrimp, and a big piece of fish with the bones still in it. I thought if my Grandma knew I was eating fish that still had bones in it, and eating fish at all without a piece of bread, she would probably turn over in her grave. No doubt I heard her saying be careful. From where we were, we could see that famous mountain in Amapala that we climbed last September. Well, I should say that some of us climbed. Some of us only went half way.
On the way to Triunfo, we stopped at a shop that makes water filters. They are shaped like a bowl and made from pottery material, including sand (I don't have a clue as to what is used to make pottery!) with a chemical added to the material that destroys germs, etc. The bowl sits inside the top of the water dispenser like the ones you take on picnics. You pour water into the bowl and it goes through the bowl into the dispenser. They hold about 5 gallons. The bowl has to be scrubbed every so often just like the water dispenser in my house. But these filters last for 1 1/2 years. If I had one of those I wouldn't have to buy water! The water dispensers are either ceramic or plastic. The plastic is cheaper, of course. The cost is about $30. Not bad, but for a lot of these people, $30 is a lot of money. Anyway, I thought they were very cool. From the conversations, these are also used in parts of Africa. What ingenuity.
So school is in full force and all is well at the moment. I have four grades, 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th consisting of 72 students. The fifth grade can be a challenge, but they have learned that they walk in and out of my classroom. And that they use the trash can for their candy sticks, papers, and pencil shavings! So progress is being made. The 7th and 8th graders are very calm compared to last year. Must be maturity and maybe because we know what to expect from each other. It's good to see the kids that I had last year. So we pray God helps each one of us do the things and learn the things that will be pleasing to Him.
Jesus said that He came that we might have life and that more abundantly. He truly does bless our lives both spiritually and physically. What a blessing to have His Spirit living in us. I praise God everyday for what He is doing in my life. I pray God blesses everyone that reads this blog.
Almost 2 weeks ago I was able to go to Triunfo in Southern Honduras. The group that I went with, not AG, took school supplies for the children at a Christian school there. The leader of our group presented the gospel while lunch was being prepared for the children. We helped serve many children lunch. After lunch, the school supplies were handed out. Many of them wanted their pictures taken. When they saw their pictures, they smiled from ear to ear. Such a little thing to make them happy. Then they saw the balls for soccer. You should have seen them run. The bus driver starting kicking a ball, and the fun began. These kids learn to kick a soccer ball by the time they can walk!
This area is very poor. One of the men that went speaks English, and he told me that many of the people that live here wait for their relatives in the states to send them money. Others produce and sell cashews, while others go and work at the shrimp farms and come home on week-ends. It is a hard life here. We also took a medicine chest and gave it to a lady that helps the people in the community. The chest contained things like aspirin, bandages, antiseptics, etc. She will charge less than is normal, but enough to replenish her supplies and hopefully make a living. An older gentleman also talked to us about the plants he uses to treat certain ailments. Tea is made from most. He told us of plants that will lower blood pressure, normalize blood sugar, relieve constipation, treat headaches, etc. Other plants that are made into poultices to relieve sore muscles, etc. Very interesting. My kind of person.
This area reminds me of some places in the southwest United States. Very dry, dusty, and hot. There were many dry creek beds, and even the river reminded me of the Arkansas River in Wichita. Not much water in it most of the time. By time we left, I wanted to put my feet in a bucket of water!
Since we were so close to Nicaragua, we all voted to go there. So we parked the bus on this side of Honduras and walked across the bridge into Nicaragua. Just like the states, you would never know you crossed a border without a sign telling you. Everybody laughs because I say I have been to Nicaragua. Well, I have. I stepped on that turf and took pictures while my picture was also being taken. So I have been there!!!
We stopped in San Lorenzo on the way back to eat. Well, we had that famous Sopa de Mariscos. The seafood soup. Of course you always get the little crab-the whole body.
And then there is shrimp, and a big piece of fish with the bones still in it. I thought if my Grandma knew I was eating fish that still had bones in it, and eating fish at all without a piece of bread, she would probably turn over in her grave. No doubt I heard her saying be careful. From where we were, we could see that famous mountain in Amapala that we climbed last September. Well, I should say that some of us climbed. Some of us only went half way.
On the way to Triunfo, we stopped at a shop that makes water filters. They are shaped like a bowl and made from pottery material, including sand (I don't have a clue as to what is used to make pottery!) with a chemical added to the material that destroys germs, etc. The bowl sits inside the top of the water dispenser like the ones you take on picnics. You pour water into the bowl and it goes through the bowl into the dispenser. They hold about 5 gallons. The bowl has to be scrubbed every so often just like the water dispenser in my house. But these filters last for 1 1/2 years. If I had one of those I wouldn't have to buy water! The water dispensers are either ceramic or plastic. The plastic is cheaper, of course. The cost is about $30. Not bad, but for a lot of these people, $30 is a lot of money. Anyway, I thought they were very cool. From the conversations, these are also used in parts of Africa. What ingenuity.
So school is in full force and all is well at the moment. I have four grades, 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th consisting of 72 students. The fifth grade can be a challenge, but they have learned that they walk in and out of my classroom. And that they use the trash can for their candy sticks, papers, and pencil shavings! So progress is being made. The 7th and 8th graders are very calm compared to last year. Must be maturity and maybe because we know what to expect from each other. It's good to see the kids that I had last year. So we pray God helps each one of us do the things and learn the things that will be pleasing to Him.
Jesus said that He came that we might have life and that more abundantly. He truly does bless our lives both spiritually and physically. What a blessing to have His Spirit living in us. I praise God everyday for what He is doing in my life. I pray God blesses everyone that reads this blog.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Gen. 18:25...Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?
Well, two more days left before I start my second school year here in Macuelizo. Hard to believe. Next week will be a work week for teachers and enrollment of students, and the following week, too, if I remember correctly. It will be interesting to see how many high school students return. I begin teaching English to Denia, my Spanish teacher, and her son next Wednesday, and of course my Spanish also resumes. I'm quite happy to know that I understand a lot more Spanish now than when I left. It's amazing. Of course all credit goes to the Lord. I have asked Him to help me remember, and at the same time, I am picking up new words everyday. PTL!!
So this week Yesica, pronounced Jessica, went with me to the meat market to show me how to order fresh cut meat. God bless her for that. It wasn't too difficult. She is so good about explaining things to me so I really understand. Such as asking for a suave cut. Suave means soft. I'm thinking soft meat? But that would mean tender in English. So she proceeded to explain that there are tender and tougher cuts of beef, such as roasts,etc. Ok, I understand. Do I remember where all these cuts are? Of course not, so guess I will do some research. What a difference from buying precut, prepackaged meat. And I ordered two one pound packages of chicken which were already cut and frozen. One pound had a leg and a thigh, my favorite parts. I'm thinking a leg and a thigh weigh 1/2 lb. a piece. Wow!
It is nice to walk through the village and have people wave to me. One fellow yesterday asked me when I returned. I was so happy that I understood exactly what he said, and that I answered him correctly. One of the missionary wives said I was being immersed. I hope so. I'm not as concerned about speaking now as I was last year. Lots of things I don't know, but on the other hand, I understand more this time around. Thank you so much Jesus. You have blessed me above measure.
I received some really sad news this week. My granddaughter has suffered a miscarriage. She was 12 weeks along, but the Dr. couldn't hear a heartbeat and the baby only showed 10 weeks growth. So...I know God will heal her pain and her body, and she will carry and have the healthy babies that she and her husband desire.
God has truly blessed me with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I do not separate blood relatives from those that aren't blood related. So altogether I now have 16 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren. What a family! I hope I didn't leave anybody out.
And I just received an email from my granddaughter. What a blessing to know that she knows that God has a plan and that all is well even when we don't understand what He is doing in our lives. What a God we serve who knows the beginning and ending of all things. What a blessing when children and grandchildren know and serve the Lord. Could anyone ask for more? I don't think so. I praise Him always for His goodness to us.
Well, it's that time that I must study and then go shopping for some little things like garlic and black pepper.
Blessings!
So this week Yesica, pronounced Jessica, went with me to the meat market to show me how to order fresh cut meat. God bless her for that. It wasn't too difficult. She is so good about explaining things to me so I really understand. Such as asking for a suave cut. Suave means soft. I'm thinking soft meat? But that would mean tender in English. So she proceeded to explain that there are tender and tougher cuts of beef, such as roasts,etc. Ok, I understand. Do I remember where all these cuts are? Of course not, so guess I will do some research. What a difference from buying precut, prepackaged meat. And I ordered two one pound packages of chicken which were already cut and frozen. One pound had a leg and a thigh, my favorite parts. I'm thinking a leg and a thigh weigh 1/2 lb. a piece. Wow!
It is nice to walk through the village and have people wave to me. One fellow yesterday asked me when I returned. I was so happy that I understood exactly what he said, and that I answered him correctly. One of the missionary wives said I was being immersed. I hope so. I'm not as concerned about speaking now as I was last year. Lots of things I don't know, but on the other hand, I understand more this time around. Thank you so much Jesus. You have blessed me above measure.
I received some really sad news this week. My granddaughter has suffered a miscarriage. She was 12 weeks along, but the Dr. couldn't hear a heartbeat and the baby only showed 10 weeks growth. So...I know God will heal her pain and her body, and she will carry and have the healthy babies that she and her husband desire.
God has truly blessed me with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I do not separate blood relatives from those that aren't blood related. So altogether I now have 16 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren. What a family! I hope I didn't leave anybody out.
And I just received an email from my granddaughter. What a blessing to know that she knows that God has a plan and that all is well even when we don't understand what He is doing in our lives. What a God we serve who knows the beginning and ending of all things. What a blessing when children and grandchildren know and serve the Lord. Could anyone ask for more? I don't think so. I praise Him always for His goodness to us.
Well, it's that time that I must study and then go shopping for some little things like garlic and black pepper.
Blessings!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Ps.34:2 My soul shall make her boast in the LORD...
Well, it appears that I am several weeks behind. I really did go on vacation! So now after spending six weeks in the states, I am now home in Valle. The weather is beautiful and the sun is shining. Hallelujah. I'm one of those people that needs light. I found out that if I turned the lights on in the house, especially in Feb. in the states, I felt better. Dreary days made me feel dreary. No me gusta. So here I am. I had to go to the store this morning to buy food. The shop keepers welcomed me back after spending Christmas in the states. That warmed my heart. I still need some things, but since I haven't walked a lot, I decided to go this afternoon or whenever. It really doesn't matter, since I'll walk to town everyday anyway.
I had a welcome sign with balloons around it from the Eva, Yesica, Denia, their children, and Wil. The girls are coming over this afternoon. It will be good to see them. I was prepared for Lobo's welcome, so I didn't get knocked over. He was one happy German Shepherd. And he started barking to let every one know I was back! What a dog.
I thought I had a couple of weeks before school starts, but teachers begin the first of Feb. so I need to get things started. And speaking of school, the teacher's conference at Lake Yojoa, in November, was basically the same as conferences for teachers in the states, except we had pastors speak to us in the evenings. It was great.
The Lord always opens a door for me to share my testimony about being in Honduras. And yesterday was no different. Praise His name, for I love to tell what He has done and is doing. Not always, but when you meet North Americans coming to Honduras, nine out of ten times, they are on mission trips as was the fellow yesterday. His group was going near the Nicaragua border to help build houses. I don't remember the name of the group, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that God uses many people that believe in Him to get His work done. I met a lady in Target in Wichita when I was shopping one afternoon, and she told me to read a book called Three Cups of Tea. What a story. It's about Greg Mortenson building schools in Pakistan. There were a couple of things that truly hit home for me. Greg didn't go as a Christian or missionary. In fact he was a mountain climber, but his attitude was the same as we must have towards the people God sends us to. Great story.
I was really selfish by only visiting my home church, and not going to visit the others that I appreciate so much. But my home church was celebrating its second missionary convention, and I felt I needed to be there. I also was able to meet 2 of the missionaries that I had not met before. AND the best of the best was seeing my pastor's wife, also a pastor, pregnant. Beautiful! AND then I was able to see baby Elliot! What a blessed baby to have these two people for his parents. Of course, they would say they are the blessed ones. And, of course, they are. I truly miss this couple when I am gone. They and the church are truly my church family. I miss Pastor Bryan's sermons and his Wed. night Bible studies and him playing the devil's advocate. It's good because he makes us think.
Last but not at all the least, I had a great time visiting my kids, grand-kids and great grand-kids. I'm a couple up since I've been here, thank you Kenny, and more on the way. Children are a blessing from God, even the ornery ones.
So I want to thank you guys for making me feel loved and wanted and for putting up with me. Thank you for letting me use your vehicles so I didn't have to rent one. Doug, thank you for cleaning up the computer, taking care of all my business stuff, and getting up at 4:30 to take me to the airport. Thank you Darlene for a bedroom filled with my stuff. Penny, thanks for having Christmas early (tell Katelynn thanks too)so I could visit with all the kids, not to mention getting songs on my computer!! It was fun going shopping with you Steve, while Penny was catching forty winks after working the midnight shift. If ever you and Doug get together to go shopping, well...the stores will love you. Great fun. Thanks for the good reading Sis, and Jen for the movies we took in, and Christmas with your family. This is not the end of the list, but you get the drift.
I love you all and miss you when I'm here. I'm glad you understand that God has a plan for each of us even though we may not understand it at times. But some day when we look back, it will have all fallen into place and then we will see clearly. God is so awesome. It's like when I made my return ticket to St. Louis instead of Wichita in August. What was I thinking? Evidently I wasn't, but when I realized what I did, the thought that came was God has a plan. So I didn't try to change it. And truly He did. My daughter needed to see her momma. How much God loves her. Enough to see her need for December in August. And since God is no respecter of persons( He doesn't love her anymore than the rest of us), He does these things for us, and sometimes we don't recognize His hand in our lives. Did I know that was His plan in August? Of course not, but it sure thrills my soul to think about it now. I feel a shout coming on!! Got to go.
Blessings.
I had a welcome sign with balloons around it from the Eva, Yesica, Denia, their children, and Wil. The girls are coming over this afternoon. It will be good to see them. I was prepared for Lobo's welcome, so I didn't get knocked over. He was one happy German Shepherd. And he started barking to let every one know I was back! What a dog.
I thought I had a couple of weeks before school starts, but teachers begin the first of Feb. so I need to get things started. And speaking of school, the teacher's conference at Lake Yojoa, in November, was basically the same as conferences for teachers in the states, except we had pastors speak to us in the evenings. It was great.
The Lord always opens a door for me to share my testimony about being in Honduras. And yesterday was no different. Praise His name, for I love to tell what He has done and is doing. Not always, but when you meet North Americans coming to Honduras, nine out of ten times, they are on mission trips as was the fellow yesterday. His group was going near the Nicaragua border to help build houses. I don't remember the name of the group, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that God uses many people that believe in Him to get His work done. I met a lady in Target in Wichita when I was shopping one afternoon, and she told me to read a book called Three Cups of Tea. What a story. It's about Greg Mortenson building schools in Pakistan. There were a couple of things that truly hit home for me. Greg didn't go as a Christian or missionary. In fact he was a mountain climber, but his attitude was the same as we must have towards the people God sends us to. Great story.
I was really selfish by only visiting my home church, and not going to visit the others that I appreciate so much. But my home church was celebrating its second missionary convention, and I felt I needed to be there. I also was able to meet 2 of the missionaries that I had not met before. AND the best of the best was seeing my pastor's wife, also a pastor, pregnant. Beautiful! AND then I was able to see baby Elliot! What a blessed baby to have these two people for his parents. Of course, they would say they are the blessed ones. And, of course, they are. I truly miss this couple when I am gone. They and the church are truly my church family. I miss Pastor Bryan's sermons and his Wed. night Bible studies and him playing the devil's advocate. It's good because he makes us think.
Last but not at all the least, I had a great time visiting my kids, grand-kids and great grand-kids. I'm a couple up since I've been here, thank you Kenny, and more on the way. Children are a blessing from God, even the ornery ones.
So I want to thank you guys for making me feel loved and wanted and for putting up with me. Thank you for letting me use your vehicles so I didn't have to rent one. Doug, thank you for cleaning up the computer, taking care of all my business stuff, and getting up at 4:30 to take me to the airport. Thank you Darlene for a bedroom filled with my stuff. Penny, thanks for having Christmas early (tell Katelynn thanks too)so I could visit with all the kids, not to mention getting songs on my computer!! It was fun going shopping with you Steve, while Penny was catching forty winks after working the midnight shift. If ever you and Doug get together to go shopping, well...the stores will love you. Great fun. Thanks for the good reading Sis, and Jen for the movies we took in, and Christmas with your family. This is not the end of the list, but you get the drift.
I love you all and miss you when I'm here. I'm glad you understand that God has a plan for each of us even though we may not understand it at times. But some day when we look back, it will have all fallen into place and then we will see clearly. God is so awesome. It's like when I made my return ticket to St. Louis instead of Wichita in August. What was I thinking? Evidently I wasn't, but when I realized what I did, the thought that came was God has a plan. So I didn't try to change it. And truly He did. My daughter needed to see her momma. How much God loves her. Enough to see her need for December in August. And since God is no respecter of persons( He doesn't love her anymore than the rest of us), He does these things for us, and sometimes we don't recognize His hand in our lives. Did I know that was His plan in August? Of course not, but it sure thrills my soul to think about it now. I feel a shout coming on!! Got to go.
Blessings.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you...Jer. 29:11
Last week was really a busy one. We had two kindergarten graduations and one 6th grade graduation. They are very big and important events here. The kindergarten class had 40 students so they were split between two teachers at the beginning of the year. Therefore, two separate ceremonies. All the girls wear the same style and color of dress while the boys wear black suits with ties that match the girls' dresses. This year the color was aqua. Very nice looking. A meal is prepared for the students, teachers, and the student's family. The 6th grade graduation reminded me of our senior high graduations. They wore black caps and gowns. A meal was prepared for this graduation, too.
I was asked to "preach" for the kindergarten classes. So I took the scripture that is written on their certificates. It was Jer. 29:11. What a message the Lord gave me. Of course, Becky translated. One of the ladies from the district office told me it was very, very good. And when she addressed the parents, she reiterated what I had said. So I praise God for His timely message to the parents. The director of the kindergarten class gave the message for the 6th grade.
All the decorating was done by the teachers. What creativity. We blew up a lot of balloons with a couple of plastic "hand pumps" and tied all the knots. Our thumbs were really getting sore by time we finished. Basically, everything was hand made. We made a big arch with white and aqua balloons for the kindergartners to walk under as their names were called. One of their parents walked with them to their seat. A walkway was made with pine needles for the 6th graders to walk on on their way to their seats and the walkway had black balloons on either side. Their colors were black and gold. Decorations were also made for each table, and the family could take those home. A photographer was present at all the graduations taking pictures that could be purchased by the families.
Last week the teachers had to turn in grades at the district office. What a chore. All is done by hand in black ink. There cannot be one mistake, smudge, erasure mark, or the use of corrective white out. If so, the whole paper has to be redone. Wow! I'd still be doing it. I always make a mistake somewhere.
This week we have been busy cleaning, sorting, and counting all the supplies. Tomorrow we are going to paint the school inside and out. This was a project of the 6th grade class, and they made enough money to purchase the paint. So tomorrow it's roll up the sleeves and give the school a fresh look that it really needs.
Friday is the Christmas dinner for the teachers at a restaurant in Tegucigalpa. Our cooks and custodians are also included. We drew names last week, so everybody is excited and trying to figure out who got their name. Christmas in November! But we aren't in school in December.
Next week is the teacher conference at Lake Yojoa. Becky says it's a lot of fun and very good. I hope so. Then we come back and have Thanksgiving dinner with the other missionaries and English teachers in Tegucigalpa. Now I'm celebrating Thanksgiving after Christmas!!! This is the second year that I have not prepared Thanksgiving dinner for my family. What a change.
And a few days after that, I fly home for a few weeks. I'm ready to see my family and to have a change of pace. However, my Spanish teacher is requiring me to write her in Spanish via email. I can do that.
So my first year teaching English in Honduras is almost over. It has been a great year. Next year will be better, since the kids and I are more acquainted with each other, and we know what to expect from one another. They know more English, and I know more Spanish. There are some parents, besides the teachers, that are wanting classes, so will see how the Lord works it all out.
God truly is a good God. I am so thankful that I know him, and that He has good thoughts towards me. I can rest in that knowledge.
I was asked to "preach" for the kindergarten classes. So I took the scripture that is written on their certificates. It was Jer. 29:11. What a message the Lord gave me. Of course, Becky translated. One of the ladies from the district office told me it was very, very good. And when she addressed the parents, she reiterated what I had said. So I praise God for His timely message to the parents. The director of the kindergarten class gave the message for the 6th grade.
All the decorating was done by the teachers. What creativity. We blew up a lot of balloons with a couple of plastic "hand pumps" and tied all the knots. Our thumbs were really getting sore by time we finished. Basically, everything was hand made. We made a big arch with white and aqua balloons for the kindergartners to walk under as their names were called. One of their parents walked with them to their seat. A walkway was made with pine needles for the 6th graders to walk on on their way to their seats and the walkway had black balloons on either side. Their colors were black and gold. Decorations were also made for each table, and the family could take those home. A photographer was present at all the graduations taking pictures that could be purchased by the families.
Last week the teachers had to turn in grades at the district office. What a chore. All is done by hand in black ink. There cannot be one mistake, smudge, erasure mark, or the use of corrective white out. If so, the whole paper has to be redone. Wow! I'd still be doing it. I always make a mistake somewhere.
This week we have been busy cleaning, sorting, and counting all the supplies. Tomorrow we are going to paint the school inside and out. This was a project of the 6th grade class, and they made enough money to purchase the paint. So tomorrow it's roll up the sleeves and give the school a fresh look that it really needs.
Friday is the Christmas dinner for the teachers at a restaurant in Tegucigalpa. Our cooks and custodians are also included. We drew names last week, so everybody is excited and trying to figure out who got their name. Christmas in November! But we aren't in school in December.
Next week is the teacher conference at Lake Yojoa. Becky says it's a lot of fun and very good. I hope so. Then we come back and have Thanksgiving dinner with the other missionaries and English teachers in Tegucigalpa. Now I'm celebrating Thanksgiving after Christmas!!! This is the second year that I have not prepared Thanksgiving dinner for my family. What a change.
And a few days after that, I fly home for a few weeks. I'm ready to see my family and to have a change of pace. However, my Spanish teacher is requiring me to write her in Spanish via email. I can do that.
So my first year teaching English in Honduras is almost over. It has been a great year. Next year will be better, since the kids and I are more acquainted with each other, and we know what to expect from one another. They know more English, and I know more Spanish. There are some parents, besides the teachers, that are wanting classes, so will see how the Lord works it all out.
God truly is a good God. I am so thankful that I know him, and that He has good thoughts towards me. I can rest in that knowledge.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
God... a very present help in trouble Ps. 46:1
Last week a couple of the teachers was looking at the calendars that Joyce Kaufman and her students at Cheney High School made for me. When they came to the month of October, they were shocked to see pictures of the jack-o-lanterns. They were like, "Oh,no". Christians in Honduras, they said, do not keep Halloween. I told them I don't keep it and haven't for over 40 years. But they couldn't believe that Christians in the U.S. keep it. Very interesting. And even more interesting was the sermon this morning, because it started out with the knowledge that today is El Dia de Brujas, the day of the witches. It is a day of rejoicing for Satan's followers. Wow, it's the first time that I have heard a Christian pastor speak out against it. People may say that the people here are just ignorant and unlearned. Well, they know Jesus and if they are ignorant and unlearned, I guess He must have been, too, because He definitely knew of Satan's power and ability to deceive.
This last week was the last full week for students. Monday and Tuesday this week are for "recuperacion" tests for the kids that didn't past their tests last week. How times have changed. When I was in school, eons ago, you were expected to learn the first time around, and when tests were given, you either passed or you didn't. And maybe there were 1 or 2 kids that didn't pass in a grade or two, but it sure wasn't more than that, and we didn't get to take the test over. How our expectations have changed.
The Lord is definitely a very present help in the time of need. Yesterday, I was going to town to get my hair cut and do some shopping. And when I closed the door behind me I knew I was in trouble. I didn't have my keys! Oh, boy, what a pickle I was in. I couldn't leave the yard because I didn't have the key to unlock the gate. I couldn't climb over the fence because it's a little high and has barb wire on top. And even if I tried, somebody would have seen me and then the policia would have come, and they wouldn't know if I was trying to get out or in. I could see myself being taken to the police station and trying to explain what was going on. What a mess. All the windows have bars on them, so even though a couple of them were open, I couldn't squeeze through. I thought if I could jiggle the sliding door, maybe it would open. If I could get it open, I could get a broom handle and reach my keys that were on the table. Nope, that didn't work. Oh, boy, I'm here till 8 or 9 tonight when Will comes. The cell phone was in the house,too. Yeah, I hear ya!! So I've been praying all this time, of course, and when I decided I'd just sit on the bench and talk to God the rest of the day, my deliverance came. Will came strolling around the corner of the house. I was never so happy to see anyone in my life as I was him. Hallelujah! But he didn't have keys to the house. So we looked in the windows, thinking, etc. and Will says, ah ha! And away he went. Well, needless to say he got into the house, got my keys, and opened the door. And I praised God for sending Will when he did. Probably no more than 10 or 15 minutes had passed between the time I locked myself out and Will came. I continue to thank God for that even today. What God uses to build faith in his people. I'm sure He will bring this episode to my mind further down the road.
In about 4 weeks it will be time to head for the states until January when I come back. I'm ready to see my family again. I'm not anxious to see cold weather, ice, and snow. Snow is beautiful, but...
This last week was the last full week for students. Monday and Tuesday this week are for "recuperacion" tests for the kids that didn't past their tests last week. How times have changed. When I was in school, eons ago, you were expected to learn the first time around, and when tests were given, you either passed or you didn't. And maybe there were 1 or 2 kids that didn't pass in a grade or two, but it sure wasn't more than that, and we didn't get to take the test over. How our expectations have changed.
The Lord is definitely a very present help in the time of need. Yesterday, I was going to town to get my hair cut and do some shopping. And when I closed the door behind me I knew I was in trouble. I didn't have my keys! Oh, boy, what a pickle I was in. I couldn't leave the yard because I didn't have the key to unlock the gate. I couldn't climb over the fence because it's a little high and has barb wire on top. And even if I tried, somebody would have seen me and then the policia would have come, and they wouldn't know if I was trying to get out or in. I could see myself being taken to the police station and trying to explain what was going on. What a mess. All the windows have bars on them, so even though a couple of them were open, I couldn't squeeze through. I thought if I could jiggle the sliding door, maybe it would open. If I could get it open, I could get a broom handle and reach my keys that were on the table. Nope, that didn't work. Oh, boy, I'm here till 8 or 9 tonight when Will comes. The cell phone was in the house,too. Yeah, I hear ya!! So I've been praying all this time, of course, and when I decided I'd just sit on the bench and talk to God the rest of the day, my deliverance came. Will came strolling around the corner of the house. I was never so happy to see anyone in my life as I was him. Hallelujah! But he didn't have keys to the house. So we looked in the windows, thinking, etc. and Will says, ah ha! And away he went. Well, needless to say he got into the house, got my keys, and opened the door. And I praised God for sending Will when he did. Probably no more than 10 or 15 minutes had passed between the time I locked myself out and Will came. I continue to thank God for that even today. What God uses to build faith in his people. I'm sure He will bring this episode to my mind further down the road.
In about 4 weeks it will be time to head for the states until January when I come back. I'm ready to see my family again. I'm not anxious to see cold weather, ice, and snow. Snow is beautiful, but...
Saturday, October 10, 2009
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me...Ps.139:17
God continues to amaze me. He is so awesome and truly does meet all our needs. But He goes beyond our needs. God has blessed me with some really good friends here and at home in the U.S. I have been privileged to meet and become friends with some of God's other children here, those that I don't work with or attend their church. I was invited to go to the school that Johnny's daughter has started in Tegucigalpa. I was also able to meet her partner, Esther, who is a psychologist, and we were able to discuss those children with special needs. I met some of the parents and their children, too. Her pastor came to bless the school and those involved in the whole project. What an anointing. And then he called me up to pray for me. Wow! The words he said over me were confirmations of things that God had already revealed to me. However, there were a couple of new things. So we will see the things that God has spoken. His word never returns void unto Him.
The last couple of weeks have been very busy. I was able to go with Ruth, PIEDAD office secretary, and Becky to San Pedro Sula and El Progreso to pass out the Christmas gifts. That was on Monday and Tuesday. And there I was able to see two of my working buddies, Raul and Jose. I had a chance to ask about Raul's family and to talk to Jose who is getting married to Veronica in December. And of course Raul talked about me sweating like a horse which is an expression in English that I taught him. And in those two places, I am always wet. It is so hot there. Of course they're only an hour or so from the coast. Then on Thursday, Ruth and Becky came to the school where I work and passed out gifts. It's really early this year due to schools ending at the end of October which is due to all the political stuff that has been happening.
On the second of the month, the teachers at school threw a surprise birthday party for me. And it truly was a surprise. Since we have a teacher devotional on Fridays, I was sitting there listening to Patricia and looking up the scripture that I was suppose to read. Half way through the meeting I looked up and there on the whiteboard in huge letters was Happy Birthday Beverly. Talk about being blind!! The teachers were cooking food before and when I went into the kitchen they said it was a special day and just smiled. OK. They do things all the time that I don't know about until it is happening. So... But I was blessed. And they fixed enchiladas which is one of my favorites without the Parmesan cheese which really turns my stomach upside down and I mean that literally. They gave me green earrings and bracelets. Very pretty especially since that's one of my favorite colors. I did see Becky's car there when I went down to the kindergarten building and when she came out to meet me I didn't say, " Hi, how are you?" I said, "What are you doin' here?" Talk about bad manners!! I immediately apologized, of course. Her response was that they had called and asked her to come. Still didn't register. Talk about being blind in one eye and can't see out of the other!!! But they truly blessed me.
Eva had asked me the week before if I wanted to go with her and some friends mountain climbing near Santa Lucia. I said sure because I know my friend Eva and we were not going to climb a mountain like the one in Amapala. So the day of I asked her to call Denia, my Spanish teacher, because we wouldn't have time for a lesson. I could have called, but I wanted to make sure there were no mistakes in the message. Just being on the safe side. She said of course, so later when she was on the phone with Denia she told me that Denia had called her to say that she wasn't able to teach that day. Well, I praised the Lord because I didn't want to be the one that was not able to keep our class time, again. So at 3:00 we were on the bus heading for Santa Lucia. It had started to rain and when Eva got out her umbrella from her bag I saw a deck of cards and asked about them. She said we might play with them. Now I'm really wondering about this mountain climbing thing especially when she said I would know a couple of people there. So we were to meet the group at one of the restaurants. So who popped out from behind the wall when we found a table? You guessed it. Jessica and her daughter, AND my Spanish teacher and her son. Happy Birthday Beverly! That's two surprise birthdays in less than a week. We had great food, another birthday cake, and lots of laughs. This restaurant has three huge concrete slides. I remember asking Eva before if you could slide very fast down those things. Oh, yes, was her reply. Well, it's Eva saying come on Beverly. Are you kidding? Those things were huge. I don't know how tall they were, but we had to walk up about thirty steps from the bottom and that wasn't to the top. So away we went. Talk about fast. It was. And of course I had to go on all three. And they all weren't straight down. Some had curves. I told Denia to come on. Oh, that girl. I finally took her hand off the edge and held it, and away we went with her yelling all the way down. It was fun. That's one thing we will have to do when Doug comes back down with his family.
So now I'm 65. Everybody here says I'm joven, which means young. And I'm saying are you kidding. Especially when 35 is old here. Isn't that just the craziest thing you ever heard of? I refuse to get OLD. Older, yes, old, NO. Why should I? Because our cultures say that when we reach a certain age we should have all these diseases, retire, sit in a chair and do nothing, etc., etc. Do you know how many people retire and die within the first 3 or 5 years? Where is that written in God's word? Where is it written that when you are a certain age that God will not heal you anymore? I don't refuse to die if it's my time, but I sure refuse to have all these things that the world says I have to have. So God and life is good. I praise and thank Him everyday for my life and my health. I am so thankful to Jesus Christ for taking those stripes and going through the agony that I can't even imagine just so I could be healed. What a loving Savior we have. Paul said to renew our minds, and that we have the mind of Christ. And as a man thinketh, so is he. We are in this world, but we are not of it. We are citizens of a different country, and that's the culture we need to be listening to.
The last couple of weeks have been very busy. I was able to go with Ruth, PIEDAD office secretary, and Becky to San Pedro Sula and El Progreso to pass out the Christmas gifts. That was on Monday and Tuesday. And there I was able to see two of my working buddies, Raul and Jose. I had a chance to ask about Raul's family and to talk to Jose who is getting married to Veronica in December. And of course Raul talked about me sweating like a horse which is an expression in English that I taught him. And in those two places, I am always wet. It is so hot there. Of course they're only an hour or so from the coast. Then on Thursday, Ruth and Becky came to the school where I work and passed out gifts. It's really early this year due to schools ending at the end of October which is due to all the political stuff that has been happening.
On the second of the month, the teachers at school threw a surprise birthday party for me. And it truly was a surprise. Since we have a teacher devotional on Fridays, I was sitting there listening to Patricia and looking up the scripture that I was suppose to read. Half way through the meeting I looked up and there on the whiteboard in huge letters was Happy Birthday Beverly. Talk about being blind!! The teachers were cooking food before and when I went into the kitchen they said it was a special day and just smiled. OK. They do things all the time that I don't know about until it is happening. So... But I was blessed. And they fixed enchiladas which is one of my favorites without the Parmesan cheese which really turns my stomach upside down and I mean that literally. They gave me green earrings and bracelets. Very pretty especially since that's one of my favorite colors. I did see Becky's car there when I went down to the kindergarten building and when she came out to meet me I didn't say, " Hi, how are you?" I said, "What are you doin' here?" Talk about bad manners!! I immediately apologized, of course. Her response was that they had called and asked her to come. Still didn't register. Talk about being blind in one eye and can't see out of the other!!! But they truly blessed me.
Eva had asked me the week before if I wanted to go with her and some friends mountain climbing near Santa Lucia. I said sure because I know my friend Eva and we were not going to climb a mountain like the one in Amapala. So the day of I asked her to call Denia, my Spanish teacher, because we wouldn't have time for a lesson. I could have called, but I wanted to make sure there were no mistakes in the message. Just being on the safe side. She said of course, so later when she was on the phone with Denia she told me that Denia had called her to say that she wasn't able to teach that day. Well, I praised the Lord because I didn't want to be the one that was not able to keep our class time, again. So at 3:00 we were on the bus heading for Santa Lucia. It had started to rain and when Eva got out her umbrella from her bag I saw a deck of cards and asked about them. She said we might play with them. Now I'm really wondering about this mountain climbing thing especially when she said I would know a couple of people there. So we were to meet the group at one of the restaurants. So who popped out from behind the wall when we found a table? You guessed it. Jessica and her daughter, AND my Spanish teacher and her son. Happy Birthday Beverly! That's two surprise birthdays in less than a week. We had great food, another birthday cake, and lots of laughs. This restaurant has three huge concrete slides. I remember asking Eva before if you could slide very fast down those things. Oh, yes, was her reply. Well, it's Eva saying come on Beverly. Are you kidding? Those things were huge. I don't know how tall they were, but we had to walk up about thirty steps from the bottom and that wasn't to the top. So away we went. Talk about fast. It was. And of course I had to go on all three. And they all weren't straight down. Some had curves. I told Denia to come on. Oh, that girl. I finally took her hand off the edge and held it, and away we went with her yelling all the way down. It was fun. That's one thing we will have to do when Doug comes back down with his family.
So now I'm 65. Everybody here says I'm joven, which means young. And I'm saying are you kidding. Especially when 35 is old here. Isn't that just the craziest thing you ever heard of? I refuse to get OLD. Older, yes, old, NO. Why should I? Because our cultures say that when we reach a certain age we should have all these diseases, retire, sit in a chair and do nothing, etc., etc. Do you know how many people retire and die within the first 3 or 5 years? Where is that written in God's word? Where is it written that when you are a certain age that God will not heal you anymore? I don't refuse to die if it's my time, but I sure refuse to have all these things that the world says I have to have. So God and life is good. I praise and thank Him everyday for my life and my health. I am so thankful to Jesus Christ for taking those stripes and going through the agony that I can't even imagine just so I could be healed. What a loving Savior we have. Paul said to renew our minds, and that we have the mind of Christ. And as a man thinketh, so is he. We are in this world, but we are not of it. We are citizens of a different country, and that's the culture we need to be listening to.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Taste and see that the Lord is good...Ps. 34:8
We are almost to the end of September. It has gone so fast. I suppose, from what I hear, that I have reached a milestone since I just turned 65. Hum, I don't feel any different then I did yesterday or the day before.
My youngest came last week, and it was so good to have him here. The Apostle Paul talked about being refreshed by the coming of people he knew and loved. Well, I understand exactly how he felt. We have needs sometimes that we aren't even aware of having. Evidently, I needed to see my son or at least one of my children. Didn't realize that till he was here. God knows and supplies all, doesn't he? So I am refreshed and ready for the next episode in my life.
Our most exciting event while he was here was our trip to Amapala. It's on the island called Isla de Tigre, Island of the Tiger. It's in the southern part of Honduras off the Pacific coast. Beautiful. The beach has black sand due to an extinct volcano. It's not dirty, it's just black. The water has an emerald green cast to it from the reflection of the mountains covered with green foliage. Anyway that's what I think. So since green is one of my favorite colors, I thought it was beautiful. The water was warm and comfortable. The weather was very hot there and Doug and I sweated liked horses, which means we were wet most of the time.
Our guide to Amapala was Johnny, the school bus driver, and Rafael, a young man who teaches at the school ran by Johnny's daughter. Rafael speaks both Spanish and English-a life saver to be sure. So the biggest adventure was to climb the 5,500 foot volcano. Oh my. Everyone thought it would be best that we two older people take a moto-taxi or car around the island. Well, when our tour guide came, that the hotel had called for us, I thought if he can make it, so can I. He was no spring chicken. So, up the mountain we went. I made it a little past half. A little wisdom needed to be heeded. So I told everybody to go on and I would wait for them. Well, Doug decided I shouldn't be by myself. So he suggested that the guide stay with me. Thanks Doug, but it really wasn't necessary. However, this gave Roberto(Bob), a chance to practice his English. He's very good and teaches, voluntarily, some 6th grade students. He wrote three words on his hand that he didn't know the meaning to, so I helped him with those. And yes I asked him how old he was, and he is 67. So we waited, and we waited. Finally the three survivors returned. And they all said that the guide could not have made it. Well, on the way down, Bob kept giving me a stick to use in walking down the mountain. I kept leaving them behind, because they took more energy to use than just walking. Maybe I didn't know how to use them correctly. Anyway, we had to be careful not to slip on the loose rock and go rolling down the hill. But I walk in loose rock to get to my classroom, and I don't use a stick. You just have to watch where you're putting your feet, and maybe walk sideways, and praying all the while, of course. Walking on vegetation also helps. Anyway, we made it down without any mishaps. Oh my, three hours up and one back. What a trip. So when we returned to the hotel, we asked when we would be charged for another day. At 4:00. And it was 3:50. We had 10 minutes to get our stuff and get to the taxi, a boat that would take us to the mainland. We made it.
Needless to say, we didn't do much the next day. Doug was in some kind of pain. The last half of the mountain climb was at a 75 degree angle. He said he thought he was going to die by time he got to the top, so I'm glad I stopped when I did, and that he didn't die! It was tough enough just to get half way there. Rafael is a mathematician, and he gave us the stats on the angle degree. It makes me tired to think about it.
However, we did walk to town and it helped him to walk it out. We went shopping and bought some things, and then we went and ate some pupusas. They are made with maseca(corn flour)dough with quesillo(cheese)and/or meat or both inside, and then they are fried on a grill. Very good.
On Saturday, we went to Tegucigalpa, the murder capitol of the world, as Doug calls it. We went downtown and then up to the United Nations Park where there is a small zoo, a huge statue of Christ overlooking the city, and a smaller statue of Confucius. On our way down, Doug was missing McDonalds of all things, so we went through the drive through and headed back to Valle. And the next day, it was time for him to head back to the states. We had a great time while he was here, and God blessed him with two new friends. How good our God is.
We've only had two days of school this week due to Mel Zalaya coming back into the country. Curfews have ran all day and night in some instances. Airports were shut down completely for passenger planes for a couple of days. Doug came and left at the right times. God puts things in place long before we even know what is happening.
I'm not much of a swimmer. I know how, but it isn't something that I enjoy. I'm sure it has to do with the fact that none of my family swam when I was growing up. I don't think my brother can swim either. I learned as an adult and wasn't too thrilled with the whole issue. However, I made sure all my kids learned to swim. So Doug said I had to snorkel with him. Whew! I ducked twice and said ok I'm done. But God knew and he provided Rafael who had not been swimming for many years. They had a fantastic time. So some day, I'll do it again.
Not much has been happening at school. Last week was a vacation and this week we have had curfews. However, the kids are still learning English and I'm still learning Spanish. So all is well.
Thank you for your support and prayers. Pray for the people of Honduras and that all with the government will be as God wills. God Bless you all.
My youngest came last week, and it was so good to have him here. The Apostle Paul talked about being refreshed by the coming of people he knew and loved. Well, I understand exactly how he felt. We have needs sometimes that we aren't even aware of having. Evidently, I needed to see my son or at least one of my children. Didn't realize that till he was here. God knows and supplies all, doesn't he? So I am refreshed and ready for the next episode in my life.
Our most exciting event while he was here was our trip to Amapala. It's on the island called Isla de Tigre, Island of the Tiger. It's in the southern part of Honduras off the Pacific coast. Beautiful. The beach has black sand due to an extinct volcano. It's not dirty, it's just black. The water has an emerald green cast to it from the reflection of the mountains covered with green foliage. Anyway that's what I think. So since green is one of my favorite colors, I thought it was beautiful. The water was warm and comfortable. The weather was very hot there and Doug and I sweated liked horses, which means we were wet most of the time.
Our guide to Amapala was Johnny, the school bus driver, and Rafael, a young man who teaches at the school ran by Johnny's daughter. Rafael speaks both Spanish and English-a life saver to be sure. So the biggest adventure was to climb the 5,500 foot volcano. Oh my. Everyone thought it would be best that we two older people take a moto-taxi or car around the island. Well, when our tour guide came, that the hotel had called for us, I thought if he can make it, so can I. He was no spring chicken. So, up the mountain we went. I made it a little past half. A little wisdom needed to be heeded. So I told everybody to go on and I would wait for them. Well, Doug decided I shouldn't be by myself. So he suggested that the guide stay with me. Thanks Doug, but it really wasn't necessary. However, this gave Roberto(Bob), a chance to practice his English. He's very good and teaches, voluntarily, some 6th grade students. He wrote three words on his hand that he didn't know the meaning to, so I helped him with those. And yes I asked him how old he was, and he is 67. So we waited, and we waited. Finally the three survivors returned. And they all said that the guide could not have made it. Well, on the way down, Bob kept giving me a stick to use in walking down the mountain. I kept leaving them behind, because they took more energy to use than just walking. Maybe I didn't know how to use them correctly. Anyway, we had to be careful not to slip on the loose rock and go rolling down the hill. But I walk in loose rock to get to my classroom, and I don't use a stick. You just have to watch where you're putting your feet, and maybe walk sideways, and praying all the while, of course. Walking on vegetation also helps. Anyway, we made it down without any mishaps. Oh my, three hours up and one back. What a trip. So when we returned to the hotel, we asked when we would be charged for another day. At 4:00. And it was 3:50. We had 10 minutes to get our stuff and get to the taxi, a boat that would take us to the mainland. We made it.
Needless to say, we didn't do much the next day. Doug was in some kind of pain. The last half of the mountain climb was at a 75 degree angle. He said he thought he was going to die by time he got to the top, so I'm glad I stopped when I did, and that he didn't die! It was tough enough just to get half way there. Rafael is a mathematician, and he gave us the stats on the angle degree. It makes me tired to think about it.
However, we did walk to town and it helped him to walk it out. We went shopping and bought some things, and then we went and ate some pupusas. They are made with maseca(corn flour)dough with quesillo(cheese)and/or meat or both inside, and then they are fried on a grill. Very good.
On Saturday, we went to Tegucigalpa, the murder capitol of the world, as Doug calls it. We went downtown and then up to the United Nations Park where there is a small zoo, a huge statue of Christ overlooking the city, and a smaller statue of Confucius. On our way down, Doug was missing McDonalds of all things, so we went through the drive through and headed back to Valle. And the next day, it was time for him to head back to the states. We had a great time while he was here, and God blessed him with two new friends. How good our God is.
We've only had two days of school this week due to Mel Zalaya coming back into the country. Curfews have ran all day and night in some instances. Airports were shut down completely for passenger planes for a couple of days. Doug came and left at the right times. God puts things in place long before we even know what is happening.
I'm not much of a swimmer. I know how, but it isn't something that I enjoy. I'm sure it has to do with the fact that none of my family swam when I was growing up. I don't think my brother can swim either. I learned as an adult and wasn't too thrilled with the whole issue. However, I made sure all my kids learned to swim. So Doug said I had to snorkel with him. Whew! I ducked twice and said ok I'm done. But God knew and he provided Rafael who had not been swimming for many years. They had a fantastic time. So some day, I'll do it again.
Not much has been happening at school. Last week was a vacation and this week we have had curfews. However, the kids are still learning English and I'm still learning Spanish. So all is well.
Thank you for your support and prayers. Pray for the people of Honduras and that all with the government will be as God wills. God Bless you all.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
...thou understandest my thought afar off . Ps.139:2
In Honduras, September 10 is El Dia de Los Ninos, the Day of the Children, and is celebrated in the schools. There is singing, skits performed by teachers, games, food, candy, cakes, and of course, the ever popular pinatas that are filled with candy. The children dress up in their finest for this occasion. It's a fun filled day. They are sent home with bags of candy, small toys, and cake for their mothers. At least that's the way it is in our school.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, the seventh graders and I helped Johnny and Noe fill in the crevices of our road with rocks and dirt. I prayed it wouldn't all wash away when it rained. And it all didn't, but some did. But at least, Johnny and Alex can drive the vans down the hill to the front of the school to let us all off instead of us falling down. We need a drainage ditch on each side of the road. I don't quite know how to do that when the one side is solid rock. I'm still hoping that the men in the area will come and help do what can be done. They did work on the main road and it is much better. I think there were ten that helped Johnny. So hopefully we can get a meal put together for them to show our appreciation. I had heard that because the people in that area didn't vote for this mayor, that he wasn't going to fix the road. So therefore, it wasn't going to get fixed. Interesting how everybody waits for the government to fix their problems, even if it's a rock/dirt road in front of their house. Of course in the states some official would come tell you that YOU couldn't fix something because of a possible law suit, or some ordinance, or whatever. But that's not here. I kept saying that it would only take a couple of hombres with a couple of shovels to fix this one place in the road, and the way these guys work, it probably wouldn't take 20 or 30 minutes if that long. I just didn't understand why they didn't do it. Well, for some reason, ten of them got together and made a big difference on the main road, and yesterday we heard and saw where the government is beginning to fix the whole road. I'm so glad. Thank you Lord.
Isn't it great when the Lord answers you in the little things? Things that aren't a prayer request but just things you think about with him. A couple of weeks ago I was thinking about a former Sunday School student I had many years ago. And lo and behold, I received a message from him this week. I am thrilled. I haven't seen him in 20 years or more. So the plan is to connect when I go home in Dec. and meet his wife and four daughters. Speaking of going home, where was my mind when I bought tickets to fly home in Dec.? It sure wasn't in KS, because I made my return flight to St. Louis! Oh well, God has a plan. I will be able to spend time with my daughter and her family, my brother and his family, and Mack and his family. I guess since I was leaving St. Louis, it was automatic that I'd return there.
I was walking through the house talking to the Lord, in my mind, and I asked him to remember mom, and realized I couldn't do that anymore because she isn't here anymore and she doesn't need it. I find myself thinking that I need to call her tomorrow and realize I can't, or I think of something that happened that I want to tell her and realize I can't. So I miss her. And it's ok because God is my peace and I know with him all is well. And He comforts me in those times, when I need it most.
So my youngest son is coming here Monday. I'm so excited. It will be good to see him. The rest of you can come too. I will be just as excited to see you!!! Anyway, we have planned a trip to the southern part of Honduras where there is an extinct volcano. From the Isla del Tigre(tiger)you can see the coast of El Salvador and Nicaragua. So we're looking forward to that. My Spanish teacher, Denia, was a little concerned yesterday. So she made sure we practiced how to ask for our check in a restaurant, soap at the hotel, or whatever she thought might occur. She acted like an old mother hen. Thank you Lord for her concern and help. And bless her heart, she is always dreaming about me. Poor thing. So when my Spanish is really good, she is almost beside herself with joy. But there are other days, when it isn't there at all. The joys and heartaches of being a teacher. I understand completely.
We are out of school all week. So glad. The school year is quickly coming to an end. When school resumes on the 21st, we'll only have about 7 weeks or so left. September 15 is Independence Day here. There will be a parade here in Valle. Our school usually marches in it, but not this year. We've been told it's because of swine flu.
The band from the 7th day Adventist school will be marching. We saw them practicing last week. Brought back memories of when my kids were in the marching school band.
So what else? The kids English is continuing to grow. Hopefully, next year I will be better prepared and more organized. I think most teachers always think we didn't do enough or we didn't do it as well as we should have, etc. We always need improvement somewhere.
Thanks to those of you who wanted to send an egg carton with Doug for me. That's great, but you would be surprised how easy it is to carry 12 eggs home in a small plastic bag and not break any.
Thanks for all your prayers for all of us here especially during the political turmoil. We truly appreciate them. God bless all of you.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, the seventh graders and I helped Johnny and Noe fill in the crevices of our road with rocks and dirt. I prayed it wouldn't all wash away when it rained. And it all didn't, but some did. But at least, Johnny and Alex can drive the vans down the hill to the front of the school to let us all off instead of us falling down. We need a drainage ditch on each side of the road. I don't quite know how to do that when the one side is solid rock. I'm still hoping that the men in the area will come and help do what can be done. They did work on the main road and it is much better. I think there were ten that helped Johnny. So hopefully we can get a meal put together for them to show our appreciation. I had heard that because the people in that area didn't vote for this mayor, that he wasn't going to fix the road. So therefore, it wasn't going to get fixed. Interesting how everybody waits for the government to fix their problems, even if it's a rock/dirt road in front of their house. Of course in the states some official would come tell you that YOU couldn't fix something because of a possible law suit, or some ordinance, or whatever. But that's not here. I kept saying that it would only take a couple of hombres with a couple of shovels to fix this one place in the road, and the way these guys work, it probably wouldn't take 20 or 30 minutes if that long. I just didn't understand why they didn't do it. Well, for some reason, ten of them got together and made a big difference on the main road, and yesterday we heard and saw where the government is beginning to fix the whole road. I'm so glad. Thank you Lord.
Isn't it great when the Lord answers you in the little things? Things that aren't a prayer request but just things you think about with him. A couple of weeks ago I was thinking about a former Sunday School student I had many years ago. And lo and behold, I received a message from him this week. I am thrilled. I haven't seen him in 20 years or more. So the plan is to connect when I go home in Dec. and meet his wife and four daughters. Speaking of going home, where was my mind when I bought tickets to fly home in Dec.? It sure wasn't in KS, because I made my return flight to St. Louis! Oh well, God has a plan. I will be able to spend time with my daughter and her family, my brother and his family, and Mack and his family. I guess since I was leaving St. Louis, it was automatic that I'd return there.
I was walking through the house talking to the Lord, in my mind, and I asked him to remember mom, and realized I couldn't do that anymore because she isn't here anymore and she doesn't need it. I find myself thinking that I need to call her tomorrow and realize I can't, or I think of something that happened that I want to tell her and realize I can't. So I miss her. And it's ok because God is my peace and I know with him all is well. And He comforts me in those times, when I need it most.
So my youngest son is coming here Monday. I'm so excited. It will be good to see him. The rest of you can come too. I will be just as excited to see you!!! Anyway, we have planned a trip to the southern part of Honduras where there is an extinct volcano. From the Isla del Tigre(tiger)you can see the coast of El Salvador and Nicaragua. So we're looking forward to that. My Spanish teacher, Denia, was a little concerned yesterday. So she made sure we practiced how to ask for our check in a restaurant, soap at the hotel, or whatever she thought might occur. She acted like an old mother hen. Thank you Lord for her concern and help. And bless her heart, she is always dreaming about me. Poor thing. So when my Spanish is really good, she is almost beside herself with joy. But there are other days, when it isn't there at all. The joys and heartaches of being a teacher. I understand completely.
We are out of school all week. So glad. The school year is quickly coming to an end. When school resumes on the 21st, we'll only have about 7 weeks or so left. September 15 is Independence Day here. There will be a parade here in Valle. Our school usually marches in it, but not this year. We've been told it's because of swine flu.
The band from the 7th day Adventist school will be marching. We saw them practicing last week. Brought back memories of when my kids were in the marching school band.
So what else? The kids English is continuing to grow. Hopefully, next year I will be better prepared and more organized. I think most teachers always think we didn't do enough or we didn't do it as well as we should have, etc. We always need improvement somewhere.
Thanks to those of you who wanted to send an egg carton with Doug for me. That's great, but you would be surprised how easy it is to carry 12 eggs home in a small plastic bag and not break any.
Thanks for all your prayers for all of us here especially during the political turmoil. We truly appreciate them. God bless all of you.
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