This post will be short because I can't type very well. I got a cast on my arm Wednesday. My first cast ever. It's almost as itchy as the mango rash.
Three weeks ago while I was in the US I fell. I wasn't doing anything exciting. I was running across the road in flip flops. Now that I have a cast I wish there was a more interesting story behind it.
I don't have health insurance in the US and couldn't figure out a way to get affordable treatment, so I waited to get back to Honduras to see a doctor. No broken bones, but I messed up the cartilage in my wrist. We are praying it will heal with the cast. I have never had so many people pray over me! Lots of people are praying for this wrist of mine.
It feels great to be back in Honduras. I am not back in a normal routine yet, but I've been busy every second. This week was full between doctors' appointments and conferences.
Sunday I was invited to take part in a meeting for the leaders at my church. Being invited to attend felt like a big new step. The meeting was motivating. I learned about plans for the future of the church and made a commitment to help achieve them. It was exciting!
Monday I got my driver's license renewed. Aquiles, a man from Honduran Fellowship, helped me get that done. It's quite a process. In Honduras you have to pass a psychological exam in order to get your license. The exam asks questions about how quickly you anger, if you can tell time, and if you can draw a line through mazes without touching the walls of the maze. How that assesses your ability to drive, I'll never know.
Tuesday was a conference for women entitled "Dealing with Disappointment". I was surprised by how many women attended. Every chair was full! We learned and shared. I met interesting new people. They invited me to attend a women's bible study.
Today was the first day of a two day conference about Unity between missionaries in Honduras. I loved what the pastor who opened the conference said. He said that working together is not enough. We need to love one another. In that manner we will be serving the way God called us to serve. He was inspiring.
We spent HOURS talking about how to get containers passed through customs in Honduras. After about three hours it came out that in reality the Honduran Port Authority has no authority over the ports. The ports are controlled by a private entity. Basically the private entity can do whatever it wants to do.
There is a group of people who are available to missionaries as advocates. They are lawyers and members of the government who joined together to help us get things done. They talked about how much they appreciate the work of missionaries in Honduras. They don't want us to waste our resources on taxes and fines, as many people are doing. They don't want us to waste our time fighting with the people at customs when we could be using that time to serve. So they are willing to do that work for us. They are accomplishing everything faster, with fewer fines than any of the private ministries can. It was nice to see that the Honduran people understand our struggles. It was even nicer to see them standing up for us and fighting for us.
