|scenes from honduras|
it was february 15.
i was sitting in church reading the bulletin when a section caught my eye.
it was announcing a meeting for a short term mission trip in the summer.
& it was to honduras.
for those of you who don’t know, i’m half-honduran. we took what may well have been our last trip there in the summer of 2010. honduras is currently has the highest number of homicides in the world, among other issues, so it isn’t safe to go.
i started crying and shaking. i had almost entirely closed the door on ever setting foot on honduran soil again.
“God,” i prayed, “You wouldn’t put this trip in front of me and not let me go, would You?”