Tonight I had small group. I may only have 3 more small groups before I leave if plans work out the way I am thinking. I have asked for prayer because I think it makes sense to go to Honduras for 90 days, then come back to the US. It serves several purposes: I can go to Telluride with Bob and his family; I can come back and do more fund raising with a fresh perspective, new photos and new stories; I can find a house while I am there, then have a place for me and my cats to move into when I return; and I can get my passport stamped, which I will have to do every 90 days anyway.
One of my small group members said 90 days is a good amount of time for me to get a feel for things down there. We agreed, the first month in a new place is fun, but after the second or third month things can start to get old. She said she thought I would get frustrated over the lack of running water. I told her the lack of running water has never bothered me and reminded her that I lived outdoors year round, doing wilderness therapy before she met me. I told her about standing in the snow and bathing with a coffee can of water. She laughed and said once again, she is amazed at all of the ways God has prepared me to serve in Honduras. In Honduras I will NEVER have to stand in the snow and wash myself with one coffee can of water. I'll have the luxury of a bathroom!
My life in Honduras has really been years in the making, from Spanish classes in high school, to the close relationships I formed so naturally with Central American friends at various restaurant jobs in my 20's, to being baptized in Honduras (which went against all of my plans), then going back to Honduras to become more fluent in Spanish and realizing I was called to serve there. And so many things in between. There is no doubt where I belong. The only question is when. Right now I am praying about March 27th.
