"Catch up" time.......starting where I left off!

Seriously, look at the date of my last posting......seriously this is killing me. I have procrastinated in such a way that the task of "catching up" is daunting. Daily I think I should do it, but do I?.....NO! I don't know where to start or what I should skip or if I should just start over. But so much has happened in the last month with so many pictures that I can't just start over. So this is the start of my attempt to "catch up". All two of our vacations happened in July, so the fun of our summer can't be left out. So feel free to begin this journey with me....hoping that I stay on task to actually complete it.
I will begin where I left off.....Honduras. After giving this much thought and letting so much time escape, I decided I would not give a detailed blog entry on my trip. If you are interested in more details I have a couple of links on the side in which my fellow team mates have done an incredible job of giving an account of our trip. I will however show some pictures with captions that will capture some of my trip. Still the most amazing experience I have ever had, I will never forget this trip. It's interesting how the impact is heightened even more after my return home and still a month later. I am so blessed to have had this opportunity.


The men on the team....

Chad,Verly,Matt,John,Jim

The "sisters" on the team

Angie,Trina,Tanya(me)

The bunk house where we slept. Girls on right, boys on left.

Inside of our sleeping quarters....

The director of the mission our host and guide; not to mention the most amazing, Christ like man I have ever spent time with in my entire life. This man had such an impact on my life and my time in Honduras.

The one in blue is Nellie, Alvin's wife, and an amazing woman herself, she had such a God given spirit about her. The girl at her feet is one of their two daughters, and the gentleman behind is Bent, he works for the mission and was our guide on a few occasions.


Typical surrounding scenery....words or pictures do not describe what our eyes saw day after day.

Massive amounts of garbage consume the land everywhere.


Typical house for a Honduran family.

Street vendor.


The kids would do anything to be embraced. Literally, these kids at a place called Tiny Houses which was a government run facility, would mob you, jump into your arms with smiles that melted your soul and just hold your neck and squeeze as much love out of you as they could in the short amount of time they had with us.

This little boy in particular for me tugged my heart like none other. He ran up to me and grabbed my hand and started running with me through the grounds. I had no idea where he was taking me, nor could I understand him, but it didn't matter. We ran to a swing set where I pushed him on a swing and we just smiled back and forth at one another. He rarely left my side. I would hold him, he would hug me, hold my hand and just absorb every ounce of love I could give him. After a few short hours of being at Tiny Houses this little boy referred to me as mama on a couple different occasions. I wanted to take him home with me, I couldn't obviously, but I hope he feels Jesus' arms around him at all times.

Here I am trying to free my hand from his grip :)

This boy is 5 years old, he was taken off the streets. He has been addicted to sniffing glue(which is the drug of choice) for most of his life.

This breathtaking statue of Jesus was amazing....the view was incredible too.