I was doing a little online preview-Christmas shopping, whatever that means, and thinking about what new toys the Stepping Stones might like for Christmas (as if they didn't have enough toys already). After a little while, I shut the browsers down and decided to look through my photos - I was thinking about a new project-ish and I wanted to see what I had in my pictures (that part doesn't matter).
I clicked on my 2007 photo album, and the very first folder is my mission trip to Tegucigalpa, Honduras, in spring 2007. I clicked on the folder and started looking through all the pictures. At first I was looking for a few pictures that would make great photo magnets, but then I got side tracked.
By the stark poverty. By the bare-footed and dirty children playing in the dirt road. By the lined-faces of the people who work hard just to eek out a meager living. By the one room tin-roofed homes that housed a family of six, or eight, or ten. By the horse-pack laden with fire hooded plodding down the main road that ran by the mission.
|The school next door to the mission - children could only attend if they could afford the uniform and supplies (which a lot could not).|
|A house in the Colonia outside of Tegucigalpha|
|Language barriers were not a problem for the two young girls who came on the trip with their moms, nor for the children of the colonia.|
|Building the walls of one of two houses that our team built the week we were there.|
And I wondered - what happened to that person who packed a single backpack and small bag to travel to Central America because God said "Go" and I just obeyed what He said. What happened to that person who left a lot of those clothes at the mission because there were people who needed them more? What happened to that person who just worshipped God with abandon, no matter who was around or what was going on? What happened to that person who was eager to work hard just to please the Lord and not anyone else? What happened to that person who cared more what God thought than anyone else and didn't let anyone get in the way of that relationship? What happened to that person who used to carry verses around in her purse and pull them all-the-time to review them?
I'm not entirely sure. But that I want to be that person again. I want to be alive for Christ like I used to be - not weighed down by cares of the world and able to just live for Him.
|Some of the people are angry with the missionaries, some of the people were protecting the missionaries.|
|In the meantime, a lot of woman gathered together and started praying.|
|And we worshipped.|
|The mission feeds most of the children in the colonia lunch - for some, it is their only meal.|
|One of the ladies who received a brand new house (for her and her ten children).|
I realize that I've fallen a long, long way down. But now I'm here on the bottom and I'm looking up. I realize what I need to do. Now, I just need to go and do it. Please pray for me.