Back to the altar
Sitting in the dining room of what I call my new home, located in a small neighborhood in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, where the sound of Latin music comes out of every house. A neighborhood where dogs bark from morning to night, where cars run as late as possible, and where you form part of every neighbor’s conversation (not because you want it, but because the houses are so close to each others that you can hear it all!). This is my Childhood neighborhood, a small domicile located in the surroundings of the city. It is here where I spent 25 years of my life. My earlier memories come from this place. Some of these memories I had already forgotten, some others still remain in me. My first “firsts” took place here. My first time on a bike which by the way I broke (it was my friend’s bike lol! it wasn’t funny at the time). It was here where I lost my fear of heights, when I finally made the decision to climb to the top of a tree. It was here where I had my first crush on a boy. It was here where I learned that life sometimes can play dirty and dreams can be possible if you just believe. This place saw me give my first steps as a believer in Christ. Colonia Viera, is its name. Viera saw me grow. In this little place God spoke to me too many times. It’s here where I learned to love my Creator; it was also here that God prepared me for the next to come. I of course did not know it at the time, but He had and has His ultimate plan.
So, for some reason that I don’t yet understand I am back here, wondering what God is going to teach me in this new season of my life. Somehow, I truly feel like Abraham! Anytime God was going to tell him something or renew his vision, He took him back to the altar, right where He spoke the first time as well as the last. So, now I find myself thinking of the things that God has called me to do and the things that I am doing right now; I think of His amazing grace, incessant blessings, and abandoned love toward me.
Sisterhood!
My new house is filled with laughs, silly screams, fights for the bathroom, the sounds of cell phones’ keys, books, make-up, cute tops, etc. Five girls and I are now living together in where I call our Honduras sorority. I have to be honest, I never thought of being in charge of five girls but once again, His plans toward my life are so unpredictable. Paola, Claudia, Fermina, Rosmery and Miriam are five incredible girls that are pursuing one of their dreams, the dream to fulfill a College degree. All of them came from Yamaranguila, Intibucá a little town with a population of two thousand people to a City of one million habitants. Leaving everything behind they decided to jump into the river of the unknown. They are determined to trust the One who can see the whole picture.
Our lives’ and backgrounds are different but at the end, we all are here because, He has a wonderful plan for our lives. While the world says, you can’t do it! God’s Word says “You can do all things through Me” (Philippians 4:13) and we all have believed that.
My job here is to encourage the girls to seek God even when time is not enough, to keep going even when life gets tough, to believe in themselves even when nobody else does, among others things. I sometimes am the mom, the big sister, the friend, translator, peacemaker, cook, and more, I try to help them keep the house rules. We enjoy studying the Bible every Thursday. The girls and I have a meal schedule in which everybody has the responsibility to cook and help to clean the kitchen two days a week. When they are not studying we gather in the living room to watch “SmallVille” which by the way we totally love! We are learning how to share things and little by little we learn to live together.
Who would have guessed that I was going to be doing the same things people did for me back in the United States? To those of you who helped me while I was in the States. Thank you. You guys taught me so much. The things that I learned with you all, I am putting in practice with my girls anytime I can. Because of the example of service that you have shown me, I now want to serve. Your actions spoke louder than your words.
What’s ahead?
Weeks before I came back to Honduras, Mama Ruth (my Texas Mom) taught me about the parking spots. I remember her saying that in life some particular seasons were temporary. She said “when a car goes there (parking spot) it doesn’t stay too long just the amount of time needed”. Therefore, I do not know for how long I am going to be here with the girls. Even when I enjoy every minute that I spend with them, deep in my heart I know that God keeps calling me to serve Him on the mission field in Africa. When? I don’t know! How is this going to happen? Not a clue! Meanwhile, I keep serving my country. I don’t want to miss the opportunity to serve Him wherever I go!
Nursing School
God once opened the door for me to go to the United States to become a nurse. Then, He closed those doors and gave me the privilege to come back to my country to serve my family, friends, and people. Here He is showing me and challenging me to keep pursuing my dreams. Since I came back from Texas, God has been placing me in situations where the care of a nurse has been required. Not too long ago God gave me the opportunity to translate for a Doctor and a nurse in a medical brigade and I had a blast! Doctor Curt and Nurse Marjorie taught me how to measure people’s Blood Pressure among other thing’s, I truly enjoyed it! When I see the impact that a career has in the mission field it makes me want it even more than before. Why? Because “faith without deeds is dead”. A nursing degree is one way to go and serve people in Africa, but not only there, everywhere. I am not saying that this is the only way to do it, but I believe that it is a great tool and it’s one of the dreams that God has put in my heart. I have been asking God to open doors again and provide a way to go back to the United States and reach this dream. Would you guys join me in praying for this?
Contact:
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Victoria, Texas
77904
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