Whats up yo? I'm back in the States for a while. I just got back from my 4th long-term trip to Honduras and passed my 1 year anniversary in September. Its been a quick year. So I was riding in the car with my Ma today telling her stories and she told me to make a blog. I got alot to say. I have internet access and free time. Lets say 1. Stories 2. School and 3. Rambling.
2. So the school....again. I got alot of things on my mind, but nearly all of them are about educating girls in Honduras. I will be asking people for financial support for my girls. I'm hoping that the letters will be effective because I haven't asked for donations for myself. I feel like I have a larger playing field now, right? I need to hire a few more teachers. I'm going to find some bible verses and use alot of logic. You'll like it. I have about 9 churches that I plan to send letters to. If you want an e-mail to share with your church or whoever, let me know. If you get mad because you don't get a letter, but you don't ask for one, don't cry. I will not have sympathy for you. But really, be looking for it.
1. So I had a flat tire about two weeks ago. Flat tires mean that my tennis shoes get a little muddy. So I started walking to the farm expecting to walk an hour, but hoping to catch a ride. As it happened, I had been walking about 5 minutes when a truck came through town. It was an older truck. Older trucks usually pick up hitchhikers, and a hitchhiking I was doing. So I waved, and he stopped. Now, I was excited about this ride. A few months ago I caught a ride in the rain with 6 other people, a crying infant, a dog, and a pig which I caught as he tried to jump out of the moving truck. This ride was different. No rain, a nice dry place to sit, and only one other guy in the back. I was feeling good about my ride. I was going to get to the farm with enough time to eat breakfast, do the devotion, and drink some coffee before time for school. I felt like the boss of hitchhiking. So we're driving down the road and at the first stop where I normally go left, the driver went straight. I thought to myself, "Oh, this guy is going around some of the muddy spots. He wants to keep his truck clean. What a nice ride." I figured that he'd hook around town and get back on the regular road. Well, at the next place where I knew he'd turn right, he continued to head straight. So I break out my Spanish skill and ask the other guy in the back of the truck, "Are we heading to El Obispo?" (El Obispo is the comminuty where the ministry is.) The guy replied, "No, we're going to Semane." Semane is an hour in the other direction. I eagerly informed the driver that I wasn't going to Semane and got down from the truck. I walked for the next hour, in the rain, down the right roads to the farm. I felt a bit less cool during my walk.
3. I went out of order, but I kept true to my promise of numbers. I'm glad to be home. I'm working for some weeks. Its nice to be home working with my back instead of my brain for a little while. I'll be tired of it before its time to go back though. I've been a little nervous about heading home though. After all 3 of my previous trips, I've recieved news within the first week of being that multiple girls had either been kidnapped or had ran away. Girls that were and are real important to me. It hasn't been the staff's fault, but I am happy about what staff is in Honduras while I'm not this time. Its turned out to be more stressful being in the states during my time of "rest". Its been crazy how fast the last year has passed, but I'm beat to death. I've been pretty mad about some things at the farm that aren't really that important. I've found that in situations that should make me sad or upset, its much easier to become angry or resentful. I'm not sure how you go about fixing that, but I feel like any psychiatrists reading this will be impressed, right? I need some rest though.
Oh, and.... I was hoping to be home before my first neice was born, but I unexpectedly became an uncle last Saturday, just 2 days before heading home. My brother's family is doing well, my neice, Aubrey, is healthy and cute, and her uncle, Ben, is extatic. Thanks for whoever reads these. I appreciate the support.
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