One time... I went to Honduras.
And it changed my life.
Then I went back a second time. That's when I decided I couldn't get enough, that God had more in store for me there. I had to go longer. I had to go deeper. I had to give up a portion of my life for a portion of theirs.
That was why I went back the third time. For longer.
In that third trip, during the fall semester of 2008, some amazing things happened.
For instance, I started this blog.
I gave up my dependency on electricity.
I faced some terrible fears (like these guys and this too).
I spent lots of time with lots of amazing kids like these and these (and especially this guy).
I received lots of encouragement and loved my visitors.
And I missed my family so much.
I visited schools where education is the only way out of poverty and taught for the first time ever.
I worked physically and spiritually.
And I stared poverty right in the face.
For instance, I started this blog.
I gave up my dependency on electricity.
I faced some terrible fears (like these guys and this too).
I spent lots of time with lots of amazing kids like these and these (and especially this guy).
I received lots of encouragement and loved my visitors.
And I missed my family so much.
I visited schools where education is the only way out of poverty and taught for the first time ever.
I worked physically and spiritually.
And I stared poverty right in the face.
But most of all they changed me. God changed me. I was different.
I came home wanting to be a teacher.
I came home wanting to see things differently.
I came home wanting to go back, to continue serving the Lord in that place.
I came home wanting to be a teacher.
I came home wanting to see things differently.
I came home wanting to go back, to continue serving the Lord in that place.
Christopher and I are praying, thinking and dreaming about going back a fourth time, possibly next summer with a group of people from our church. (Summer is such a great perk for a teacher!)
Please say prayers for us while we consider this opportunity.