Missionary Blog

Reflections:

I found a journal from years ago with an entry dated January 27, 2012:

“ Yesterday, after meeting with the lawyer to give him the paperwork, we drove over to the land we are purchasing. As the weeds and underbrush were very tall, I was unable in a skirt to walk far.  While waiting for Sam who did walk up the path to stand at the property entrance, I stood alone looking at the beauty of the land yet all the work that must be done.  I thought, “Oh, Lord, what have we gotten ourselves into?” The process behind and yet to come seems so overwhelming.

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.

Weary

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.

Passing...

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.