Honduras.

The closer it gets to leaving, the more and more I feel it in my heart. I love this place. I love the beauty and I love feeling almost like a cowgirl... I can romp and get dirty and make fires, I can pet horses, pick berries, retrieve coconuts, ride in the back of the truck all the time-feeling the wind in my face and smelling the smells around me, I can behold all there is to behold around me. I can see creatures on a regular basis, I can gaze out across the amazing Lago de Yajoa.
I know it is time to move on, but that doesn't mean it will be easy. I don't do well with goodbyes. But I am so grateful for the time I have had here and for the person I have become here. I know Honduras will aways have a place in my heart.

Sunday School.

I figured I better post something to get the Easter Post past the first in the line up. Well let me think... I found a great sunday school craft online and I can't wait to try it out with the kids. Boy do I love these kids. The twins Micah and Zachary are so much fun. I love the way they see things and think about things, it is all in a very unique and special way. They do and say fun things that crack me up on a regular basis. One time a while back Eulogio shaved his face and one of the twins, I don't remember which one, told Eulogio "You look like the wrong Eulogio!" They say stuff like that all the time. They word things almost in a adult manner but not quite, I love it.
Our craft is a cardboard butterfly that you secure to a toilet paper tube you then double a string and string it into the tune. So you have pretty much two strings next to each other. You pull the strings apart to sent the butterfly to the other end where someone else is holding the other side of the strings and they send the butterfly zipping back! Since it is spring-esq I am going to doing a teaching on being a new creation in Christ, such as the butterfly. It seems like it is going to be fun.
On Easter Sunday we had a visiting group of little girls, that weekend we all dyed eggs 7 little girls and the twins I read about the resurrection of Jesus and how we change with Jesus in our live like the eggs change when we dye them . Now that was good times they loved it! Then we all went to Chris's house for an Easter picnic.

Easter

Happy Resurrection Day everyone! Jesus came back and paid for it all!
I love you!
Do not forget HIS sacrifice!

Comyagua

So we are headed off to Comayagua a town here in Honduras. I went there last year with Ms. Bueso during this time of the year they use dyed sawdust to make large, intricate designs on the ground. At the end of the week Easter weekend the reenact the Passion and everyone walks through the "sawdust carpets". It ought to be a good time, get my mind off of here.
Will take pictures.

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Where to start. There seems to be so much loss in this world today... I guess it has always been. But I know just recently looking to the skies means looking up at a dark gloomy sky. People we know and loved have moved on to be with the Lord. It weighs heavy on me saying goodbye for good, and saying goodbye for awhile, too many goodbyes.
Today a sweet friend Carissa, left Honduras to return to the United States because one of her dearest friends went home to be with the Lord this past week. I felt it with her, we here, our little family of missionaries felt it with her as well and now we feel the empty place she left in all our lives. I feel she did what she needed to do and I am happy for that, but my heart is missing her.

hot, hot, hot

It is getting very hot here in the fine country of Honduras. We have been waiting and waiting for it to happen and yes the time has come. The time to sweat and yearn for the cold waters. I don't mind it not yet anyway.
I am in a stalemate as far as Sunday school goes, we do it out side in the incomplete Sunday school building and it can be a daunting task to plan a lesson with a craft. If you have any ideas let me know or if you know of any websites I can find good Sunday school games for small groups please send it to me. Please also pray for ideas designed to make the best of the situation.

Goodbye my faithful friend.

I have a bit of sad news.... my faithful companion and vigilant friend Muñeca died this morning. I guess it is not just a bit... I am pretty upset. It will be very hard for me to romp with out her by my side. Traipsing through the jungle will not be the same without her chasing squirrels sniffing around and rolling in stinky things. Walking felt so lonely today, I didn't want to look back because I knew that she wouldn't be there . She always seemed to understand all my words and even my thoughts at times. Every thing felt so much better with her near. I never had a dog that was so awesome, she was the opitamy of loyal dogginess. I even debated taking her back to the states with me when I go back. But alas I can not I can only cry and smile in sweet memory of one of the best friends I ever had.