From the beginning

Okay, I said I would write about previous events that kept me busy. So, here we go...

I arrived in the lovely country August 3rd and was immediately overwhelmed by the solitude of it all. As I traveled alone, I realized how much I had depended upon my fellow Americans and the group leaders. Everything came into focus as to what was happening. I was not in the U.S. and wouldn't be for some time. This was not a two-week trek; I was in it for the long haul.

This is when I panicked. Yes, panicked. For everyone around me, I was leaving. Until I was in the Tegucigalpa airport (one of five Gringos), it had not hit me what was occuring. I had committed to this incredible, life-changing experience. I had left my family and friends. I had put all my faith in God and was following Him blindly. So, of course, Satan goes after those he does not control. And he came hard for a good, solid four hours.

Looking back, I can see the hand of God clearly guiding me in that first day here. When I agreed to move down here, I was informed that August 3rd was the last day to arrive. I was bummed, because I wanted to spend more time with my family and friends. I thought it was ridiculous that I had to be in Honduras 15 days before school started. Yet, God was placing everything perfectly for me.

I could not have survived my first day here without the presence of Esperanza Massana, Katie Palmer, Anibal Tamacus, and Rodolfo Herrera. [I love you guys!] They had all stayed to tag onto the end of Marc Tyndall's trip. That first night here, they drove down to the school and picked me up for just some simple fellowship time and a devotional. How amazing! God knew how difficult that first night would have been without some good, Christian friends to support me. I now know that my early arrival was necessary to give me comfort in the transition time. I was blessed to spend several more days with them. First, Katie left...then Esperanza...then Rodo...and finally A.B. However, the memories and the laughs have continued to bring ease to my spirit.

At La Cumbre, we all had our special moments--especially when A.B. and Esperanza spoke and sang in French.


The guys drove us to the mall. While they played in the arcade, Esperanza assited me on my first grocery shopping experience as someone living in Honduras--in other words, more than Coke and chips.

And yes, that is me wearing FLIP-FLOPS! No socks, no closed-toes shoes! Oh my goodness! [Terry, don't have a heart attack.]

Can you smell the freedom? I have worn flip-flops as much as possible while down here.



In short, two things to remember...God is leading and knows exactly the timing for everything (even if you disagree at the moment). And, surround yourself with strong Christian friends who will encourage your Spiritual growth along these curvy, mountainous, and sometimes dangerous roads.