My mom says "humble" funny. She doesn't pronounce the "h". Sometimes Christians talk about how humble they are. Might be counter-productive. Or they say that they're nothing. Or that they're just dirt. It makes me miss where I work in the states. That we are dirt is assumed. Sometimes we walk into fast food restaurants and get looked at like we're foreigners (I speak with experience) because of how dirty we are or the holes in our clothes. I call one kid "braveheart" because of the tar marks that are always on his face. I literally don't know his name. Alot of times Christians have a hard time really being as low as their mouths say. It makes me miss my home.
This has been a hard trip. Its been good, but its been hard. I feel like a year has passed. Its really great how the school is going. I feel like I have purpose. I felt like a baby sitter during my first stay in Honduras. Its cool that the school has turned around from a place to keep the girls busy into really an effective atmosphere for learning. We've got more structure now than at any time in the last year. We've got good plans for the future. Its good when hard work starts to produce an outcome, you know? I really feel good for the girls mostly. Their is basically no potential in Yamaranguila for women with no education. I want my girls to have a future. If anybody marries an alcoholic, I'm going to murder him. I really might. Thats what a dad would do, right?
But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ready to be home now. Its great having the plans and organization at the school, but its been draining. I spend alot of days in a bad mood. Many days, by 5 or 6 in the afternoon I don't have anything left and real little things set me off. I feel a little bad for skipping devotions though. The other professionals do a great job picking up my slack most days. Pray for me if you get a chance.
I've become a guy who says "great job" alot. Its not very colorful.
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