This post is random, with lots of themes and lots of stories. Sorry, but life here is random. Read on.
We celebrated our one month anniversary in Honduras on Tuesday. It is hard to believe it has been a month already. It's been an easy adjustment so far, but I hear that missionaries have a honeymoon period and then they start to hate it after a few months and then they go back to loving it and the cycle goes on and on. I was thinking about this yesterday as I was thinking over how gracious God is. I was shocked and amazed to realize that I have cried less than five times since we moved here. That is a miracle. But as I thought about that, I told Jd that I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I feel like I am. I am just waiting for the day that I cry and weep for my family and familiar surroundings. When I expressed this to JD, he said to me "God's grace is bigger than the other shoe". How true it is. His grace is bigger than what I dread, and He has only promised us today and that Hid grace is enough for us today. I don't need to worry about tomorrow or next month, or the day I cry because I miss home. He is bigger than that. That day may never come.
At school, I constantly think about how God is bigger than language. Every morning we are supposed to have devotionals. Mine usually consist of prayer and reading from this book called "Big Thoughts for Little People". It goes through the alphabet and gives a character quality for each and a Bible verse, like F is for forgive, for example. The other day I was feeling really foolish because I was talking and praying in English in class, talking about how God is good and in charge of everything. I felt this lie tell me that they don't care and God can't use this because it is not in their language. I decided right then and there that while I am learning Spanish, I will continue to share and love them and speak about Christ in English because God is way bigger than language barriers. He is way bigger than that. If He can part create oceans and eyeballs and all the amazing things He did, and if He can part the waters and calm the sea, and if He can rise from the dead, then He can use what I say in English to impact the life of a child who only speaks Spanish.
Last Saturday, we finally saw our friend Pedro. We have had a relationship with Pedro for years, mainly through e-mail and when we would visit in the summer. Last fall, when we came down, we were told that he stopped going to church and that he was possibly into some bad things. We left Danli and decided that we would pray for Pedro every single night, and since that time, we have and continue to pray for Pedro. I e-mailed him back in November to see what was going on. He e-mailed me back about two weeks later, telling me that he hasn't been at church because he was having some issues with God, but that he was thinking about going back. He also told me that he was going to a bilingual university in Tegucigalpa so he would be moving in early January. I didn't know if we would see him anymore. Well, last Saturday night, he was in town visiting his family and he and his brother, Byron, came to church. We were thrilled to see Pedro, give him hugs, tell him we are proud of him for getting out of the dangerous life he was in and starting college and all of that good stuff. It was wonderful to see him, and it really was an answer to prayer. God does hear our prayers. This is a picture of Pedro in 2007. He asked us to get him a new guitar, and we asked around and someone at The Village gave us one for him.
Until later. Love you. Miss you.
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