Missionary Blog

The Musings of a Missionary

Having lived here in Honduras for the past five years, I have experienced many things for the first time in my almost sixty years of life. 
For example: Eating tripe soup (Truth: I did not actually eat but only tasted it as when I saw the ‘beef’ was white, I knew something was up.)

“God loves you.” “But I don’t love Him.”

This morning as I was talking with our 4-year-old about Jesus’ birthday celebration in one week, I told him that God loves him very much.  He shook his head ‘no’. I told him that ‘Yes, God does love you very much and that is why Jesus was born.”. He then said to me, “But I don’t love Him.”   I told him that it was okay because God loved him even if he doesn’t love God because God first loves us.


4 AM: Weary, in need of restorative rest but awake.

Not all of us are able to shut off our brains when we most need to do so. After weeks, months of 12 – 14 hour days/ 7 days/week; I am in need of rest.  Yet, I find myself awakened by the thoughts of the little ones God has entrusted into our care at Tranquilidad, Home for Children, in Honduras.


This past week, my husband and I attended a funeral.

Back-story: The foundation that we serve, hired an employee to work as a gardener in November 2014.  He has been a good employee and I have spoken to him casually each day….”Como esta usted?”(How are you?),“Como esta tu familia?”(How is your family?), etc…..nothing too deep as my Spanish is growing but limited and I often struggle to understand the responses.  So these questions although asked with sincerity are just a passing event each day.

A Psalm

When King David felt overwhelmed, discouraged, challenged, victorious, he wrote a psalm to His Lord.

Following in the pattern of King David, I boldly write:

Come, Lord Jesus come

            to this parched and dry land.

May your spirit reign down upon us

            in our time of despair.

May you send us rain to replenish the rivers that are dry,

            to irrigate the crops that were planted in hope.

May the underground aquifers be restored to provide water to a

Consecrated and Dedicated

On August 2, 2015 at 3pm, we participated in an event that we have been dreaming about for years. Sam and I have been coming on short-term mission trips to the Quimistan Valley since 1999 and 2002, respectfully.  We have been praying for missionaries to live and work in this area since then.  We resisted when God first asked us to be those missionaries but eventually being obedient to His call, we agreed.

Barefoot and Vulnerable

This past week has been a hard one.  On Monday, I was on the verge of “the pit”.  You know the one we all face at times. Each pit is a little different for each of us.  It may be the pit of despair, fatigue, loneliness, worry, illness, or a combination of these emotions and others.

The Wonder of a P-Trap

Two weeks ago, if you had asked me, “What is a P-trap?” I would have responded that they were under the sink and are there to help me when I drop my ring or some other item in the sink….you know you cut off the water, unscrew the trap and retrieve the lost item.

New Year + Truth = New Creations

December 31, 2014

Today we will close the door on 2014 and embrace the promise of 2015.  Many will dress up and attend parties and celebrate this transition.  Others will go to bed knowing it will happen whether they are awake or not. (I am in the second category.)

I have, as an older adult, not been one to make “New Year’s Resolutions” because I rarely keep them.  I know I need to lose 20 pounds but I love to eat! I know I need to incorporate more exercise into my routine, but I hate to exercise! On and on go the realities of my life and my attitude towards them.