An Autumn Morning

October 29, 2008

This morning as I left my house for a 5:45AM run, it actually felt like autumn. There was a delicious chill in the air, thanks to the cold front hovering over Honduras. But alas although I love being able to wear a long-sleeve shirt, I cannot completely rejoice in the cold front because it is also brining rain, something we do not need more of. Today's front page of the paper showed two school buses stuck in the middle of a river with workers trapped inside. Thankfully they were all rescued from the buses but the damage from the rains continues to rise. Missionary friends in the area of Santa Rosa de Copan told of a mountain commnity where the farmers (that were already poor but had enough to survive and feed their families) have now lost everything. There is a family of 12 with no place to live since their house is about to slide down the mountain. On Sunday I learned that my church is going to coordinate some relief efforts in that area and distribute food and clothes. It is time for me to go through my wardrobe and give away a good portion of it, especially since I have many clothes that I do not even wear.

When I think about food, I feel bad too. I have so much food and if I lack some item for a recipe, I can run to the store and get it (actually drive). With my efforts to lower my cholesterol, I have been trying to eat healthier but often times that means more expensive foods since I look for whole grains, etc... . When I think of what I spend on food and how easily that would feed those who right now have nothing, I wonder if I should stop being so concerned about what I eat. So many questions and so many areas to examine in my life and habits.

My trips to and from camp this past weekend went smoothly in spite of muddy roads and I was not stopped at any police checkpoints either. I am currently debating whether I must leave the country so that my PA Driver's license holds value in Honduras once again or if I will be okay as is. The Williamson's had trouble in the past when there were in the in between stages of receiving residency and simply renewing their visa in the country every month. Supposedly my license is not valid because I have been in Honduras for over 90 days. The problem is that I cannot get a license without residency and I have been waiting for over a year on the latter. It is a catch 22 and the system does not seem to provide a way to drive legally, shy of leaving the country every 90 days -- a rather expensive endeavor. I am praying that I can make it until Christmas without a problem when I will leave and buy myself another 90 days. If, within the next week, I realize the driving will be an issue perhaps my sister and I can take a long road trip to Costa Rica or Belize. But that is a lot of traveling for her so I hope I do not have to resort to that.

Sheltered...

October 25, 2008

That is how I feel today. The Honduran newspaper says that the president of Honduras has declared a National Emergency because of the number of areas flooded and roads destroyed due to the 10 days of rain. As of today they are reporting 33 deaths, 14 missing, 55,000 evacuated, and 28,747 people who have lost their homes. And yet I have still seen nothing of the extensive flooding and damage all across the country. I had hoped to go with my roommate Emily and her work, the Samaritan's Purse, today as they distributed food to the displaced persons. But at 7:00AM she called her boss only to discover that there was no room in the vehicles. And so I stayed in the city and baked bread, made phone calls, and ran other errands. I have yet to ever really see the immediate after effects of a natural disaster. When I was in Honduras in 1999 after Hurricane Mitch, I did not arrive until 3 months after the tragedy. The past few days it has been hard to do my camp work and other things knowing that just a little ways outside of the city people are suffering. Perhaps I needed to try and find other contacts who could have helped me find a relief organization to participate with, but I did not really know where to turn. I am thankful for this day though and the opportunity to catch up with dear friends and to prepare for the upcoming week.

And yesterday I had breakfast with a woman from the Spanish church which was great. It ended up being a day of mostly Spanish. It was neat to hear her testimony of how God worked in her family's life and brought her husband to salvation after her many years of praying. She testified loudly to God's work in her life and she is encouraging women in similar situations. Since I have a friend here with a similar marriage, it was good to hear from her some ways that I can reach out and encourage my friend. All in all it has been a good week for me though I still hurt for those around me.

Sunshine at Last!

October 23, 2008

I have finally made it back to the city and the world of communication. Having been isolated out at camp, all I knew of the rains was what I could see in camp and on the roads around there. I just read a report though from Tuesday which shows the severity of the rains. To read more about the 10 days of rain here in Honduras, go to: Read More... I am sure that as I read the Honduras news sites I will learn more too. Thankfully we have had no rain since Tuesday evening and so rivers are going down and roads drying up.

I will write more later but for now I have 100's (not quite) of errands to accomplish around the city, including license and insurance issues so I must hurry off.

You Know You Are In A Tropical Depression When...

October 17, 2008

Yesterday I decided that yes, I am in a tropical depression. And by depression I do not mean emotionally depressed but rather a depression of unending rain. Too many days of constant rain (or heat for that matter) could cause other types of depression too. When yesterday morning dawned with more steady rainfall (it had been raining since 1:00PM on Tuesday) I decided that I still had to find a way to get some exercise. And so I began to run up and down the stairs. Running the stairs, jumping jacks, and cleaning the house may be my new exercise routine. Yesterday around noon I was fooled into thinking that perhaps the depression had lifted and I hung out clothes to dry but alas the rain returned shortly thereafter. This morning the rain stopped around 5:30AM but I am not so sure it will stay away. Thankfully this depression has also brought much cooler temperatures. The other sign of living in a tropical depression...opening the fridge door and seeing a mosquito which you promptly kill.

The beginning of this week I was out at camp and as I was walking from one side of camp to the other, I got delayed watching and listening to the many birds that were fluttering about. Once again my books did not reveal the actual species but there were some beautiful ones. On my way to camp I saw a beautiful double rainbow hovering over Pinalejo and camp. I was able to spend some good time with Evelyn out at camp. We shared breakfast on my last morning there and exchanged the Bible verses that we were memorizing. Monday afternoon after work we played soccer with some of the other staff . I had not played soccer for months so it was good to play once again.

The Light Sometimes Dawns

October 10, 2008

Last evening I stopped by the supermarket after an hour and a half of sitting (with a book and journal thankfully) waiting for someone to meet me to discuss some work. For once I had plastic bags in my car so I grabbed a handful of them with the intention of using them instead of getting new ones at the store. Just as I was about to walk through the doors, the guard stopped me and motioning to my bags, told me that I needed to leave them outside. I explained that I was bringing them with me so that I could put my groceries in them and not get new ones. The man just gave me a look and said (more or less) "But there are already bags in there." Yes, of course I knew that. I tried to patiently explain that I have too many plastic bags at my house and I want to recycle these. The guy still did not get it and wanted me to leave the bags outside. Finally he said that I could take them inside and leave them with the bagger. My thought was, "Great I get to try and explain myself to another person." The boy inside kind of gave me a look too but he did not protest.

I proceeded to do my shopping and returned to checkout. I no longer saw my bags with the boy which either meant he used them for previous customers or they ended up in the trash. I did not have the heart to ask because I was already too frustrated. Recycling or reusing something is so foreign to many people down here.

There has been some exciting progress though with the church that owns the camp. The other week I was at a staff meeting at the church and the pastor brought up the topic of stewardship and our response to the issues in the environment. He asked us what we could specifically do to have care for creation. I eventually spoke up and mentioned refraining from the use of plastic or styrofoam plates out at camp. All of the camp's trash goes down to Pinalejo and gets burned which means lots of chemicals and toxins are geting released into the air. I have been trying for a long while to encourage the use of paper products (which sadly are much more expensive down here) or the plastic, washable plates that the camp has in the kitchen.

The pastor caught on this time and when he was visiting the camp over the weekend he mentioned to various people in the kitchen that PIER (the church) would no longer be using plastic or styrofoam. The excitement of this small success was a bit dampened though because as the group pulled out on the bus Saturday afternoon, three plastic bottles were pitched out the windows. One person saw my horrified look and acted as if it had slipped but I knew the reality. People simply do not think about the effects of their actions. It takes so much time to change what has become a way of life -- throw your trash wherever you want, as long as it is not inconvenient for yourself. I need to remember to be excited and encouraged by the small steps of progress because change takes time.

The Invasions Continue

October 7, 2008

Invasions seem to be the theme of the past three days. Saturday it was the biting ants. Sunday I had to chase cows off of camp...again. I left my run to get my key so that I could unlock the gate and find a helper. My helper ended up being a nine year old boy, Ronnie. We split up and I went to unlock the gate but then I discovered that we has nowhere to be seen. He later told me her forgot about the cows when he found a nance tree (a fruit that grows all over camp). He eventually joined me and we sent the cows out the gate. When I saw them later in the afternoon on camp once again, I ignored them because I did not have the will power to devote more time to chasing them.

I could have chased the cows again yesterday but I was in my car headed out of camp by the time I saw them. The invasion of Monday was another type of ant (those which eat paper) which were in my duffle bag I was packing up for the return to the city. I had to thoroughly shake out the bag because I did not want to carry any of the ants and their eggs to my apartment. Now I am in the city and I hope that the invasions cease.

As for other events of the past few days, on Sunday Evelyn joined me in baking bread and a cake. She had her little girl with her and the latter wanted lots of attention so it was not the best opportunity for chatting but it was still good. Yesterday we talked about working on memorizing Scripture and holding each other accountable which should be good for both of us. I need to know more Scripture in Spanish than I do.

I do not think I ever actually baked bread before (bread with yeast that is) so I was excited when it turned out well. We also watched a movie and then late afternoon the Honduran children came over to make paper which they enjoyed. Over the past few days I have started to run again and thankfully my knee seems to be much better and not causing as much pain.

I was surprised on my drive back to the city yesterday to see several fires burning in the hills and alongside of the road. It is rainy season though the steady and torrential rains still have not really arrived. Last night we got a heavy rain and ten minutes after it started I left some friends' house to return home. I was amazed to see the water gushing up out of the man hole covers like a fountain. The drainage system in the city is definitely in need of some repairs. I would hate to know where all of the black waters go when it rains since they do not stay below ground. As I drove home though I thanked the Lord for having a dry place to live where I do not think I have to fear flooding or anything of the sort.

The Lastest Happenings

October 4, 2008

This evening I write from the shelter of my cabin here at camp. There are moments when I wonder just what the buildings are a shelter from other than the rain (and even then there are leaks occasionally). And yet I am ever so thankful for the shelter. The problem with my perspective on the buildings stems from my discovery this morning. I awoke to find a very steady stream of ants coming up through a crack in the cement floor in one of my rooms. I soon discovered that these black ants are the kind that bite. I began spreading baby powder everywhere to contain the ants to certain areas. Ants apparently do not like powder so you can use even non-toxic powders to control them. I probably spent over half an hour trying to get rid of them though.

While I ate breakfast I watched a group of them trying to find a new route to travel since most of their exits were being closed off with powder. Basically I wanted to send them out the front door. I noticed that when ants know where they are going, they move efficiently and in an organized fashion. But if there is no ant in front that knows the direction to go, the ants tend to wander around rather hopelessly, making very little progress. It appeared that no single ant wanted to venture out on its own. Although I did not spend a lot of time speculating as to the analogies there, I know that they exist.

Last night as I was driving around camp, I saw my first rabbit ever for Honduras. In the US a rabbit is nothing because they are so prolific but here at camp mammals are still scarce and so it was exciting to see one.

Today I helped with a group challenge activity for the deacons from my church in the city. It was interesting to see group’s response to the challenge presented to them. I felt like I did not do justice to the debrief and of course struggled to form some of the questions in Spanish. Nevertheless it was a good time and I think that each member of the group took something away to be learned.

The past few days there were some extra missionary children on camp so I tried to help provide a few extracurricular activities to help Cindy out so that she did not have to home school all six. Yesterday we did some art projects that I have wanted to try out with children. The easiest of the two was papermaking which the younger children did. The older girls worked on making pine needle baskets –something that I also want to try my hand at. The latter project appears to be a little too time consuming and tedious to be an activity for young children or large groups, but the end products are pretty neat. Tomorrow I hope to teach the Honduran children how to make paper and see how that goes. Teaching such activities to the Honduran staff children is always a truer test of how it will go with Honduran school children than is working with the missionary children. (Sadly I cannot post any pictures for a long while since my camera has died. It appears to have both a broken screen and immediately drain batteries though I am not sure what was the cause of either issue.)

The Seasons Are Changing...

October 1, 2008

Yesterday I walked into a department store in the mall and discovered that Christmas has arrived. The aisles were lined with trees, ornaments, and glitter. I cannot remember but I am guessing that Halloween is not so celebrated here which means Christmas is the next big holiday with decorations.

We also had a bit of snow in the house the other day -- or so it appeared. A guy had been working on the stairs and the dust and putty fell to coat the table and plant below and gave the appearance of a dusting of snow. Thankfully the temperatures have been a little cooler as well as the rains are becoming more frequent. The days are shortening too which soon will make running in the mornings more difficult. Not that I have been running much. I am still waiting for my knee to heal.

I spent the weekend out at camp and it was relaxing. I forgot that I enjoy spending an entire Sunday there. I have opportunity for more quiet time with God and get to visit with the staff. This past Sunday I slept in until almost 8:00AM and mid-morning went on a walk with some of the staff children. They had wanted to show me the location of the burial for a bunny. Their plan is to dig up the bones in a couple of months. Later we stopped to watch a line of leaf-cutter ants hard at work transporting leaves to their mound. Looking overhead it was amazing to see how many branches they had defoliated of the mango tree. We chatted a bit about the proverbs regarding ants and what we can learn from them. We then strolled up with hill and joined the young mother on camp and played a round of Uno. It was interesting (but also frustrating) to observe two of the three children and how the minute their turn was over, they were asking "Who's turn is it?" "Is it my turn?" They simply did not stop to think but habitually and impulsively asked, time and time again. I am thinking that the next time I should institute a rule that whoever asks whose turn it is, has to draw a card. There are some life skills that the children still need to learn.

In the afternoon I had Evelyn, a single mom, over for tea and we chatted about faith and life. I want to spend more time at camp these days so that I can reach out to her because she is lonely, having only her sister's family to really relate to most of the time. I am excited about how God seems to be bringing more and more people into my life who I can reach out to and share Christ. Later in the evening the staff had worship and a prayer time together. Tomorrow morning I head out to camp again and will be helping with a few activities for the Deacon's Retreat that is going on. I also plan to practice some nature crafts and activities that I want to have available for camp groups. Because there will be extra missionary children on camp who need some extracurricular activities for their home schooling, it is a good moment to try things out.

Back From Camp

September 24, 2008

The flurry of activity that filled this past weekend is fading into only memories. Over 100 youth filled the camp with energy, noise, and excitement. I will be writing a more thorough descpription of the weekend in my upcoming newsletter but over all it went well. The Lord definitely answered many prayers and we saw His hand at work. Even the weather seemed to cooperate. I was tired by the time the buses pulled away late Sunday afternoon. It was nice to be able to stay on at camp a few extra days to relax and clean up the mess that remained.

Now I am back in the city and beginning to look ahead again to the next projects. In spite of my injured knee, I was able to get around camp pretty well, thanks in part to my roommate who visited on Saturday with another girl to help with the cookout. Emily ended up driving me around some since my car had been taken to the city to deliver a sick girl to her family. My car is in the shop ... again. Mostly it is just routine maintenance -- an oil change but also some screw needs tightened so that the radiator does not fall out. I think that the bumpy roads do not help it's health status so much. Well, I pause here to continue stories later.

Whatever Happened to Peaceful Saturdays?

September 13, 2008

I am not sure what happened to calm, tranquil Saturdays. They are definitely a thing of the past. Last weekend my Saturday plans were interrupted by taking my neighbor to the bank since her car ran out of gas and then going with her to the Supermarket, only to have her car stall continuously and leave us stranded. Next Saturday should be lively since it will be youth camp. And this Saturday, well, where to begin? I have been getting over cold and so I planned to take the day easy, working on communications, cleaning, and perhaps play basketball in the evening. I had just finished making orange juice when my doorbell rang. I was not excited at the thought of having to greet anyone because in Honduras you definitely must shower before going out in public. The grunge look that we have in the States is not appreciated here. To them the US citizens dress pretty sloppily.

At any rate, I looked out my window to see the guard. He proceeded to ask I could possibly help because a woman in an apartment on the other side of mine had just had a baby in the bathroom and they could not get a hold of the ambulance. I was a bit taken back by the situation, but I hurried upstairs, called my roommate to tell her what was up, and then headed to the neighbor’s house. Sure enough I walked into the tiny maid’s quarters and there was a newborn baby lying on the bed, still crusty and red. The mother was standing beside the bed, not looking a bit phased by having just given birth in the bathroom. Other than the pools of blood everywhere and the placenta, I would not have known that she had. She looked like she was barely over 20 in age and her little 3 year old daughter, Anna, was chattering away about it all. I stood there completely unsure of what to do. I suddenly realized that I should have read more books (such as, Where There Is No Doctor) or watched more movies. I felt like there should probably be some hot water around for cleaning and sterilizing but that would have meant finding a stove.

I got in touch with a doctor through my roommate’s contacts but just as she called me, the ambulance arrived. The young mother asked me if I could watch her daughter (which thereby solidified that I was not headed out to camp today) and clean up the room. I must mention that I hate blood and the room was a mess but I had a feeling that if I did not clean it, the woman, Elbia, would have to clean it when she got back from the hospital. And so I took her daughter with me for a snack and drink and then we returned and I started cleaning. Apparently my stomach had not been upset this morning because I would have lost everything had I really had stomach problems.

Just as I was finishing the cleaning the family for whom Elbia worked arrived and were aghast at what had happened. When they left the house this morning, she had been feeling fine. They ended up taking Anna and so I returned to my apartment to do my own house cleaning (which suddenly was not so bad) and to marvel at the day’s turn of events. Perhaps I could have been a nurse after all.
*The latest news on the situation: I returned home this evening to discover that the employers of Elbia had been by to say thank you and to drop off a bottle of wine and a high calorie/high cholesterol pie. The wine I do not like and the pie I am sure that I would like but I am trying to stay away from such desserts. It will save me having to make a dessert though for my next meeting. Emily said that the mother and baby are doing okay but will be in the hospital for several days since the baby was a month premature. I am just thankful that everything seems to have turned out okay (and that I did not have to help deliver the baby).

A New Phase

September 10, 2008

Today I enter into a new phase of living overseas -- that of experiencing loss of loved ones from a distance. I just received word that my great-aunt, Rhoda Mellinger, passed away last evening after a battle with cancer. I think it will be hard to be here so far away when I know that my family is hurting. I am so thankful though that I was able to visit with her back in June before the cancer really took it's toll. The family is thankful that she is no longer suffering and that she is home with Jesus, but still it is hard. I know that the family will be leaning on the Lord and finding strength in Him which is really that only thing that can help during this time.

On another note, I just got back from running the "Olympics" with a group of children in their two room school just outside of Pinalejo. Today is "Children's Day" and so every school has some kind of celebration. The Williamson's and I helped to run a special program at the school of two of the staff children. We knew not to expect the day to go as planned and were right. We showed up at 8:30 and thought we would begin at 9:00AM. But then at about 9:00AM high school studnets from a nearby school showed up with a pinata, food, and dancing. We stood around for the next hour or so and waited unil they finished so that we could do our activities. The teachers of the school had no idea the highschoolers were coming so parents had also brought food.

In the end we were able to do our olympics which included shotput (with a water balloon), discus, (frisbee), and the javelin (a broken arrow). There was a team relay of running but in a way that represented swimming. This activity led to chaos on the first try because apparently the students are not familiar with relays and the concept of waiting to run until the first person comes back to the line. On "go" everyone ran. All in all it turned out pretty well and the Williamson children did a great job in their preparations and in the help they gave during the activities.

Immersed in Vegetables

September 8, 2008

I did not think that I could get tired of vegetables but at this moment I am very tired of seeing them and cutting them. Yesterday was the big day of teaching how to cook over a fire. In preparation I washed vegetables for 45 people and pulled off cabbage leaves one by one to have them in tack for putting around the meat. In the end only 25-30 people were present and so of course I had a ton of vegetables left over, many of which were partially cut. And so today I had to use them or let them spoil. I cut a bunch of veggies in the morning, planning to make a soup to feed the directors for the meeting tonight but midway through the day I learned that someone else was making lasagna and could I make a salad? I still made the soup (a Curry Cabbage Soup) for another day because I could not bear to throw all of the vegetables away. I then made the salad which required cutting different veggies and so the last three days I have lived a veggie tale.

In general I love veggies and they are a main part of my diet but I think everyone reaches a limit. As of the last 2 months I have been trying to eat even healthier foods because I discovered that I have high cholesterol (it's hereditary). So now I am addicted to finding healthy food recipes and trying lots of new things. I have found it to be more time consuming than I like. I also run into problems when I eat meals anywhere but at home. As one person put it with the food the question is, "How would you like your oil?" With chickn, rice, platanos, or beans? Oil is a main part of every food. I think that perhaps my cholesterol might be better than the test had showed since the two weeks prior to that I was at the mercy of other people for what I ate. So far I have managed to substitute lentil burgers for the cookout meals without anyone even noticing that I was eating something different. I never bothered to read labels before to look at fat or cholesterol content but now I have to. I hate having such limitations on me, but I do not want to have to take medicine so diet is my alternative. And there are some delicious baked good with a healthy twist so I have not had to forsake all desserts. Thank goodness!

Musings

September 3, 2008

Although I should be asleep in bed, I want to write about some random events and musings of the day. The day started at 12:30AM when I awoke to find myself being eaten by mosquitos. I was trying to sleep out on the patio because it was cooler than anywhere else in the house, minus turing the A/C on and I had given up my room for a guest. Lightning was also flashing in the sky so I decided to move indoors and spend the rest of the "night" there. I had been wanting to sleep on the patio so I was disappointed to have had to move but I really do not need Dengae fever from the wrong mosquito biting me.

At 5:30AM (and I overslept) I got up to go for a run. It was a beautiful, tranquil morning with the sun just rising in the eastern sky. As I watched the sun rise and splash a trail of pinks and orange across the sky, I was reminded of God's faithfulness and constancy. He does not change and I can always depend on Him. In my mind I thought of how the sun rises and sets each day without question of whether it will happen or not. God's presences is just as constant and sure.

My day, for once, was spent mostly in Spanish conversation. I had a meeting in which the difficulty in cross cultural communication was evident as I and the other North American, tried to communicate the idea that to us was so simple and clear. Later in the day I ventured into a part of the city I had never been with the instruction of "ask someone where the church and field are." I wanted easy to follow directions that did not require rolling down my window and asking directions of a stranger, but apparently the latter was to be the easiest. At one point I asked a boy where the specific church was and he told me to ask the guy standing in front of the pulperia (a little corner store) because he was a Christian. Since my passenger window does not work I had to wave the guy over to my window. He came and when I asked about the church he indicated that it was his church and he asked who I was looking for. He knew my friend and after a moment's thought he said it would be easiest for him to just come along with me and show me the way. Internally I hesitated because I did not like the idea of a stranger getting in to my car but I had the feeling that he was the pastor. He got in and he directed me to the house with ease. The family was surprised to see me since I had not called back for directions are were glad to hear how God had worked out a connection in an unexpected way.

As I sat and visited with my friend and her family, I realized that maybe I am getting used to the heat because I had on the hottest clothes and yet I was the one not sweating. According to one person I spoke with today, the temperatures these past few days have been over 100F, and I believe it. I have been very ready to use the A/C with more frequency and yet still hesitate to do so. I like having a non-existent electric bill as happened the other month thanks to some government award.

I am pretty sure that I had some other thoughts from the day but I am currently too tired to remember them. If they are actually important, I may try to write them another day.

Cross-Cultural Learning

August 31, 2008

The past few days have opened my eyes to see just how much learning I still have when it comes to cross cultural living. The way I would tend to handle conflict and a complicated situation is apparently not the best tactic for here in Honduras. In my experience, going directly to a person and discussing the issue at hand is usually the best approach and I wanted to employ it here in a situation, but my Honduran friends cautioned me against it and we took the round about way to confront. I felt like it was copping out, but perhaps it is not. My "right" way might not be so right way in this cultural context. And so it has been a very challenging week to say the least. It can be hard to figure out how to be yourself in a culture that holds different views than what I am used to. How to be friendly and polite but not lead someone to think anything more. How to lend a hand to someone without shaming them or stepping on toes. The list goes on and on of what I have to learn yet as to how to respond.

Yesterday I went with some friends from the Samaritan's Purse to a girl's home here in the city. We sang with them, played some games, and then did a craft. I discovered later than many of them are in the home because they have been abused and the government intervened. There were several small babies there whose mothers are still teenagers. I held one little 7 month old girl who was incredibly active and alert, but so skinny. The girls all wanted love and attention. They asked when we would be back again. As I was there I realized again that it would be good to be able to regularly connect with some children either at an orphanage or at a girl's home. They need to see Christ in the people that come into their lives and they need to know that they are loved by a Heavenly Father who will not harm them but instead gave up His only Son for them. Such a father many of these girls have never known. And so I pray that God will show me how I can perhaps be more involved and build some relationships with the children who are hurting.

Walking With Others

August 24, 2008

I look back on this past week and the word that would probably best describe it is "painful." Not so much my pain as the pain of others. My roommate and I and two other friends had planned to do an all day hike yesterday but in the end decided that we just had too much going on to spend the entire day away. As it turned out, God knew that we were needed in the city. Mid-day my neighbor and friend, Crystal, called me crying and when I went over to her house, I discovered that her mother-in-law had just passed away. The mother-in-law who was much of the reason that she and her family are even here in Honduras. I hardly had the words to share in comfort but I listened and prayed with her. We took her son on a drive so that he would fall asleep and then she returned home and I began to make a meal for her, one of the least of things that I could do. I had a basketball game late afternoon which I considered just skipping in order to be available for whatever came up, but my roommate said that she could watch Julian when they attended the wake. My heart really was not in the game though.

I came back to the house and finished the meal and shortly thereafter Emily, a friend, and Julian returned to the house. Julian has lots and lots of energy but thankfully while Emily and I were in the kitchen the friend ran around with Julian. We were not sure how bedtime would go since Julian never really stays with anyone except his grandma but my turn came to sit with him. Having finished his milk, he wanted more milk and I said no since it had been his second bottle and I had visions of disaster during the night. Julian decided to get up and walk around and did not want to sleep. Shortly thereafter came the tears and cries for his mom. I held him for a little while but he was not falling asleep. Finally I gave him some water and he laid down to drink it. Meanwhile I sang "Jesus Loves Me" and "Jesus Loves the Little Children" over and over until at long last he fell asleep. I did not even have the worst jobs of the evening though -- the diaper changing and the bath.

Because my schedule is so busy these next few days with a quick trip to camp and then several meetings here in the city, I am not sure how much I will be available for my friend. I am praying that good will come out of the situation because so many in the family are hurting deeply.

My next meeting is calling me so any further updates will have to come later in the week.

These Warm Days

August 19, 2008

It would appear that the hot days have returned and so I am thankful to have A/C in my car. I am ready for a few big storms to hopefully bring in some cooler weather. Last week I was able to do a little swimming which was quite nice.
I feel as if my plans have changed frequently this past week due to unexpected meetings, being told that no I still cannot get a Honduran license, and whatever else came up. This morning I was sitting in the staff meeting at the church (it is basically a time of worship and sharing a devotional). For the first 10 minutes or so I was the only female in the room so the one pastor announced that I could teach them this morning. Sometimes I do not like going to the meetings because I hate being called on to share if I have not had time to prepare or to adequately think through the topic on hand. I inwardly groaned and prayed for some more females to appear, which they did, but the pastor still looked to me to share a little devotional thought. That is much easier to do in English than in Spanish but I shared from my reading this morning in Colossians 1:9-14 -- a powerful prayer with lots of challenges because it is not easy to live out, especially the part about "in everything." This morning I started to memorize it in Spanish but I did not practice on the group. They had to bear with enough of my Spanish as it was.

Last Saturday my roommate and I and another friend drove out to camp for the day where we relaxed some and then tried out papermaking. It is a project that I want to be able to do with children at camp but I am trying out new methods, such as using a hand egg beater instead of an electric blender. I discovered that I still have quite a few supplies to track down but we produced something similar to paper.

Sunday evening I attended a youth service at the church which brought to a conclusion the "youth week" or series of meetings especially for them. We had a great time of worship and I was reminded of the Praise and Worship Services that I use to attend in Costa Rica once a month. As I was introducing a new girl to various youth members and leaders, I was reminded that I really do know a lot of people. It was a cool realization except that I am still struggling to know how to maintain all the relationships and really being able to know a few people well. Too many acquaintances can perhaps hinder strong friendships. So I have some work to do in developing a few of my acquaintances into real friendships.

Right now I am off to a meeting for the upcoming youth camp with my church. Quite likely it will be a rather long meeting but hopefully we will make progress and have a good time. Hmm... I forgot to write about cooking. I will have to put that in another entry sometime later this week.

Further Thought

August 13, 2008

I had a revelation this morning about my perspective of the trip last Friday. I began to wonder if anyone else felt as I did about the lack of hiking and exploring the park which to me had been the goal. I realized that to begin with, perhaps that was not even the goal of the group. If we did not have the same expectations in the first place, we probably did not share the same disappointment. Maybe the things that I wanted to change about the day were not as important to others as they were to me. I have to remember to think from the perspective of the Hondurans and consider their expectations.

A few other random thoughts. Today I was out in the woods and much to my delight the mosquitoes were not as bad as last week. I was able to work without my mosquito netting. The butterflies have been abundant and beautiful these past few weeks. I have seen morphos, owl butterflies, and a few other unknown ones. Several of the staff told me that they had spotted the two baby owls that we had a few months back which is exciting to know that they are alive and well – and not in captivity. My other side hobby seems to be becoming a horse woman. Two mornings in a row I single handedly drove 5 horses out of camp. Well, I started them in the right direction with my small piece of cable as my ”whip” (really self-protection for myself in case they charged) and then the men were working by the front gate and helped send them running. Yesterday the dogs gave me a hand too. I also must give credit to the Lord because I knew that I could not get the horses to go where I wanted without some help. The fence needs repaired by the river and until that happens the horses have decided to come for some breakfast each morning.

For some reason I have been really tired the past few days and I awake without the motivation to get up and run. Ironically today I ran even though I had to be ready earlier than usual since I was driving some staff children to school.

Yesterday I wondered just how many ants I consume on a daily basis. They always crawl into my water pitcher and sometimes it is just too much work to fish them out. I guess that considering I ate a termite intentionally a while back, I should not be too concerned with a few ants. I doubt that I will have the energy to visit with the Honduran staff yet tonight. I am currently down in the town waiting for my allergy injections. Till I get back to camp it will probably be dark and I will heat up my food, talk with the Williamson’s and head to bed. On my agenda for dinner are the tortillas that I mixed up a little earlier with the help of Marlen, one of the Honduran women. I did a substitution of olive oil for shortening to make them a little healthier. We will see how they turn out since we were experimenting with the measurements.

Great Expectations

August 9, 2008

… That do not seem to be met. I am discovering that whenever an event or something out of the ordinary comes up, I create high expectations for what the trip, training, or activity will be. And yet rarely are those expectations met. Yesterday was a case in point. It was a frustrating day but there was definitely good in it. You know a day in Honduras must be exciting if one considers turning on the heat in the car.

At 6:50AM yesterday morning, I headed from San Pedro Sula to a nearby small town from which I was going with a friend and her group of students from a technical school to visit a National Park. I arrived on time and discovered that the friend and her mom were making lunch for the group of about 40 persons. Where as in the States we would probably take packed lunches, this was a full course meal. The preparations were a little behind so we left a bit late. All of us loaded into the back of two pick-ups and one other SUV and began the two hour ascent to the park. For over a year I had wanted to visit this park which is mostly cloud forest and boasts sightings of the beautiful quetzal. We arrived at the park around 10:30AM and the next 2 ½ hours were spent in presentations of games (they were part of a tourism class) and a few stations of activities. All of the activities were good and have their time and place but in my opinion this park was not the place for them. Even when we had left the town it looked as if it would rain sometime that day. By 1:00PM when we sat down to eat, the thunder was beginning to rumble and the sky was darkening. At 1:30 we divided in two groups and headed into the woods which was my desire all along. My guide did not speak very loud so being at the back, I could not really hear any of the explanations. About 10 minutes into the hike I pulled out my rain pants and put them on because it looked like it would rain very soon. Maybe 15 minutes later the sky blackened and the clouds let loose a torrential downpour that turned our train into a river.

I was the only one of the group to have raingear so while I stayed relatively dry, everyone huddled under banana leaves and other trees. We stood in the rain for a little while waiting for the other group to meet up with us. When they joined up, we headed back to the pavilion. I soon discovered that my boots need another coating of water protection because I could feel the water sloshing around at my toes. My jacket did not prove capable of withstanding the downpour either but I could not complain since I was better off than everyone else. As we walked back to the vehicles I debated where I preferred to be – in the forest with lightning flashing all around or in the back of a pick-up, going downhill on muddy roads, still with lightning surrounding me.

We arrived back at the pavilion and packed up to begin the descent back to the town. After maybe 30-40 minutes on the trail, we had had to leave. I had seen nothing of the park except the pavilion and parking lot. There in lay the great disappointment. The return trip took two hours as well because of getting stuck in mud, bathroom stops, and battery trouble. Four hours for a half an hour to explore the park. I wished that we had done the hike first and all of the other activities second since they could have been done anywhere in the world. Sitting on the hard, spare tire for 4 hours is a rather high price to pay for such a short walk. I was thankful when I was able to walk down the road for almost half an hour while my truck went back to help the vehicle with a battery problem. By this point in the trip I was very cold from the wet clothes and cool breeze as we drove. The feeling returned to my fingers and toes and I stopped dreaming of turning the heat on when I got to my own car. (You know you are in danger of hypothermia if you are thinking of turning on the heat in a tropical country).

In spite of my frustrations, I enjoyed the trip. What I saw of the park and surrounding mountains was beautiful. I met some neat people and several of the students made me laugh with their antics as we descended the mountain. I am just realizing that maybe I need to change my expectations before I head off for some activity. And I need to figure out how to best give ideas and suggestions in a way that will not offend people but will help them to see that there is more than one way to prepare an outing and sometimes changes need to be made last minute in case of bad weather or other insinuating circumstances.

Currently I have expectations that I will finally finish my changes to the ropes course over the next two days, but I know that things could happen to change that. My plan though is to be at camp until Wednesday working on that and other projects. We will see how it goes.

Battling the Floods

August 3, 2008

Last evening I was at the house of friends when a big storm passed through San Pedro Sula and dumped lots of water. I left their house at 9:15PM and as I headed down the main highway I noticed what looked like a standstill in traffic ahead so I turned right at the light, figuring I could find my way home eventually. I did not expect to have to drive through such high water though. I was ever so thankful for my SUV that allowed me to pass through the waters and not be one of the victims of a flooded engine. I passed 5 or more cars pulled off the side of the road because of their passage through the waters. The drainage system apparently could not handle the volume of water because the water was gushing up out of the man hole covers. I was praying each time I drove through the high waters because I had discovered that I had left my cell phone at the apartment which meant that if I had car trouble, I would have to walk and it was dark and I was on some back roads. I probably have not been so scared in quite a while. Thankfully I managed to make it through the flooded areas and arrive at the apartment with my car in one piece. I think that I hit at least one open man hole though so who knows what external damage I did to the car. My biggest concern was getting home without having to walk so I was still happy.

This afternoon I hiked up to the Coca Cola sign with two girls from Taiwan and one Honduran. We had a triangle of communication in that 3 of us spoke Spanish, 2 Mandarin, and 2 English. There was no language in which we could speak and have everyone understand each other. I had to tell several stories in Spanish and then again in English in order to make sure everyone understood. It was a good hike and I was glad to have an alternative activity as opposed to just sitting in the mall eating something or drinking coffee.

The Plague of Mosquitoes

July 31, 2008

And so the months tick by. I cannot believe that tomorrow is August already. It has been a busy week or so but sadly it seems like most of the busyness was in vain. I was preparing for a group next weekend by training some people to help, putting together the schedule, and altering lesson plans only to get a call yesterday to hear that they are postponing until later in August. Because they will now be coming mid-week, I have no idea where I will find all of the people to help. It is frustrating seeing a bunch of my work simply be in vain and yet I know that at least some of what I did with the lessons will prove useful for future groups.

Tuesday and Wednesday of this week I was out at camp working on some ropes course repairs. I looked more like I was a bee keeper because the mosquitoes were so abundant in the jungle that I pulled out my mosquito netting for my face and wore long sleeves even though the heat made it a little unbearable. Anything is better than being the feast for the mosquitoes which I still was but not so much my face. Monday night I awoke around midnight to the sound of mosquito buzzing at my face. I knew that I could not sleep again with it there so I sat up and read until it came around and I killed it. It must have known my plans though because it waited a good 20 minutes to re-appear. Just as I settled down to sleep again, I heard another mosquito. This time I fished out the mosquito netting and covered up. This time of year seems to be the worst for the mosquitoes since I remember being here three years ago over this time and every time I tried to take a picture, the mosquitoes would feast on my fingers.
My to do list continues to be long but hopefully I will make some progress on it over the next few days, including getting a newsletter written