My last trip to Honduras, I was away from my home (Alan) and my family for three weeks and that is too long. That part of the trip was actually hard for me. Also, Janet, my Honduran security blanket, had to go to the States unexpectedly just a week after I arrived. So there I was in Honduras, alone. ALONE. At least that is how I felt. But I committed the time to God and moved forward. It was amazing how God filled the time.
The first week, though, Janet was there along with her sister, niece and some other friends of hers. My sister, Lynne, was with me too and so was our friend Jocelyn. We tagged along with Mary’s crew on some of our days. One day was a house build for a super nice lady who loves God a whole lot! She holds bible studies in her house weekly and really needed a new house. The old one was dilapidated to say the least. The first day was demolition – and I hate to think about the things that fell into my hair and all over my body as we tore it down. Suffice it to say a long hot shower was totally appreciated at the end of the day. The next day, we built her a new house. The new one was twice the size of the old one ( about 20 x 20)and she was so grateful and excited. Maria (Denia’s mom – if you have read my blog from the beginning) was with me that day and it was really awesome to have her join right in and get to work with us.
We also went to see a homeless ministry in Comeagua (downtown – sort of a scary place). The ministry there is called Breaking Chains and that is exactly what Amber and her team are doing. They are helping homeless people out of their desperate situations through love and acceptance and a place to sleep at night. It was really neat to see the beginnings of an aquaponic garden they are using to grow fresh vegetables. I am really impressed with this ministry and look forward to opportunities to work with them in the future.
I got to go to church with my friend, Teresa twice. The second time I was there, some of my Honduran family was with me. Dilcia, Maria, Denia and Alexander. On this second Sunday, I asked Teresa not to translate for me to see if I could understand it all. When a testimony given by the music worship leader touched me deeply and brought me to tears, I realized how much Spanish I could understand. And then, I was able to understand the sermon too. I am certainly not fluent, but it’s a far cry from where I was 12 years ago when Maria and I could only communicate by keeping the dictionario close at hand.
For three and a half days, Denia, Maria, Dilcia, Alexander and I had jewelry production times. We spread our supplies all over the kitchen table and got to work. We were able to complete plenty of jewelry for Mi Esperanza and for Denia’s Hope. I was even able to pay them to assemble some of my personal designs. It really excites me that I can provide work for my beloved Honduran family. As I have said before, my goal is to generate enough work for them that they can establish a consistent family income and be able to provide for all of their financial needs through their own “cottage industry”. I truly believe that we will be able to accomplish this and that we will then be able to expand the jewelry school to include other students and artisans.
I will share about the rest of the trip in my next post. I will tell you about my visit to a pewter factory, a leather factory, another house build, and some great time spent with great friends.
More to come. Thanks for reading.