Day two we woke up nice and late. They let us sleep in after our flights there and the crazy early morning. It’s a good thing too, because I got about 15 minutes of sleep the night before. No joke. We had a missions prayer meeting then I hung out for a little bit and then went home and made final checks on everything. By the time it was all said and done it was 2:00 AM and we were leaving at 2:30. Great…
So we went out to the meeting area of the compound and met up with the girls. We cooked and ate a breakfast of pancakes and eggs, which quickly became the staple breakfast meal, and had our own personal God Time. About an hour later Jeff and Michael showed up. Jeff ran us through the next two weeks. Telling us what the days coming were going to look like and what we would be doing. He then instructed us on making care packages that we were going to be handing out to the village people on the mountain that Jeff is ministering to. The care packages consisted of rice, beans, cooking oil, salt, toys for the kids, vitamins, a spanish bible, and some other things essential for life. We made about 30 of them and got it done in lightning speed. We’re DLA.

After finishing up those packages they told us to go get our trunks on, cuz we’re going swimming. Ok. So we got ready and hopped in the bus. This was actually the first of many times that we rode the school bus that took us everywhere we went while in Honduras. Saleen, our bus driver, was a great man. He didn’t speak a lick of English, but I could just tell that he had a great heart. So we were on the bus for a little while and ended up at this house. Michael payed the man there some money and they let us through. We started walking through the jungle and towards a river. We kept walking for about 5 minutes and showed up at our destination. A waterfall that fell into a pool of water and then the river flowed from there. It was beautiful.
We didn’t need to be told what to do. We dropped our essentials, and the guys dropped our shirts (an opportunity to take our shirts off? You better believe we’ll take advantage of that.
), and ran to the water. I was expecting it to be pretty warm, considering we were in Honduras. But nope, it was pretty stinking cold. Not like glacial runoff cold, but like just-came-from-the-top-of-a-mountain cold. Of course some jumped right in and others took about 45 minutes to get in. I on the other hand was busy watching our bags with Jacob. We were two of the three sweepers on our team and just as we started getting in, a couple guys showed up behind us. So we had to watch our bags. Just in case you know. Jeff then showed up and we were free to swim. We swam for a little while.

Then after that, we climbed up the waterfall and went to a pool above it and swam in that for a while. Jumped in from the rocks and such and just hung out. Then we left, and picked up trash on the way back to the bus. This was something we did everywhere we went. Honduras is littered, literally, with trash, and we just did everyone a service by picking up trash everywhere we went and putting it in bags we were given. We picked up tons of it, but didn’t even put a dent in it. It was really sad actually.
Next we drove home, had a little time of prayer and worship for the upcoming week and ate dinner. Over the course of the week, Jeff hired a cook from his church to come a cook for us. She was a Honduran lady, and let me tell you, she made some stinking amazing food. That night we had eggs, rice, beans and this stuff called queso crema. It was basically a thinner version of sour cream. So good.
After a night of just chilling we all went to bed and had sweet dreams of honduras.
What was going to happen,
Morgan

So I’m going to do something new and a heck of a lot easier on me. ha. I’m going to write a blog every day for each day that was spent in Honduras. So I’ll start on Sunday, and we left two weeks ago on Sunday, so it’ll be really cute like that.
The former, not the later.
The Vision
“Choose joy” is a common phrase here among us DLAs. It’s something that, though it may have become a cliché, it still holds loads of truth. Choosing joy is a way to live life. It’s a day to day thing. It doesn’t end in the moment. It is a self-conscience decision that must be made at every moment.
Check. Wallet? No…
Do you ever feel like you just want to get away? Like everything around you is falling apart, in your mind, and you just want to leave? It’s a time when no one seems to be behind you, even though a whole slew of people are backing you up, and you are fighting this fight for life on your own, but you still know you’ve got Jesus at your back. At 19, I totally was feeling this. Like I would do anything to get out of my house, and darnit, no one was going to stop me.
The week before last was uneventful in light of the things previous and the things to come. A normal week. Workout and class and nightly sessions and stuff. I made some very sweet commitments with God and had some great conversations with friends. The one thing that did hit me hard was while I was reading in one of the Gospels and Jesus says of John the Baptist, that he is the greatest man that has ever lived. Woah… Greater than Moses or Daniel or the Patriarchs and such. These are the people in the bible that are looked up to, not so much J the B. But he was greater. It got me thinking… What does and what would Jesus say about me? Would I be in the crowds listening to him commend someone else like that, or would I be worthy of such lofty words? But it also makes me wonder, does God look at the weight and size of my ministry, or at the weight and size of my heart and motives? John prepared the way for Jesus to come fully to others, but does my life prepare others to come fully to Jesus? Snap! God just gave me that. That’s deep…