Firstly, I’d like to thank everyone who is supporting me [[financially, emotionally, spiritually]] and fighting for me. May God pour out inconceivable, eternal blessings in your life.

Thank you for letting God use you to send me.

Let me give you a recap of Honduras...

I became a teacher, against my will, but God really insisted. He always wins, it’s uncanny.

The roof is the coolest place to pray and simultaneously watch the stars. I prayed that the only shooting in Honduras would be the shooting stars, and the only open fire would be God’s Spirit of revival in this nation.  And I read Philippians out loud to Honduras, for good measure.

The boys were super aggressive at first. I’m not opposed to some casual tussling, but I did clean up a kiddo’s blood off the floor at one point. Guard your babymakers, ‘cause the kicks are crazy hard. They were gentler as the month passed. It’s amazing what God can do in just one month.

I received freedom in a really unlikely, “why me, Lord?” kind of way. God has been severing every tie, cutting me loose, breaking me free. God is ridding me of attachments, and urging me to just trust Him. Just rest. Just heal.

I was given the task to teach Mario some English every day. Big news about Mario: he made the choice to start school for the very first time!!! I am so proud of him and we were all thankful for his big step!!!

The showers were super cold. Freezing. Titanic. I learned I can go about 5 days without a shower before I start getting the “you smell like cheese” look from people. It’s a terrible look. I gladly jump in Titanic waters to avoid it, and you would too. If looks could kill, the cheese flinch wouldn’t hesitate to send you to your Maker.

Candy should be kept at least 50 yards away from me. The danger lies in knowing there is a box of chocolate in the very next room, beckoning me. Never live next to a Pulperia if you bring size 2 jeans on the race. There’s no point. No point.

Rocks and Vibram Five Fingers don’t mix. Guess what they have in Honduras? Rocks. Guess what running shoes I brought? Vibram Five Fingers.  I couldn’t run. Again, size 2 jeans, I apologize on behalf of my thighs.

I felt crowded by 50+ people around me all the time. Yet, ironically, there was peace if I just zipped myself into my mesh tent. It was like covering my eyes and screaming “you can’t see me!”… but it really worked.

And just like month 1 in El Salvador, peanut butter is gold. GOLD.

Also like El Salvador, I got to interpret a sermon and a testimony in Spanish for a big church, Roca Eterna, with 30 seconds of notice.

I experienced life with a real missionary family and their love for Jesus, the people, the nation, and for each of us missionaries. I am thankful and inspired. I now have family in Honduras.

Here are some videos that were made in Honduras, so you can see what this month of ministry looked like.

Here's a video made by Jamie Smucker (http://jamiesmucker.theworldrace.org)

Here's a video made by Chris Beaudoin (http://chrisbeaudoin.theworldrace.org)

Here's a video made by Denise Escamilla (http://deniseescamilla.theworldrace.org)

Thank you for following my journey.

It's incredible that 2 months have already gone by,

and I praise God there are still 9 more to go before it ends.

Goodbye, Tegucigalpa, Honduras

On to Chinandega, Nicaragua