Stepping off of the plane and entering a foreign country was an impactful moment. Knowing it would be a week till I would see my family again and venturing out into the unknown was surreal but I had God's peace. I took in the faces and language with wide eyed wonder. Hola, audios, amigo, and como te llamas were the only words I could recognize from the Spanish language. I took a year of Spanish in High School but for some reason, It just wasn't coming back to me.
After a long drive to the mission house we went to sleep with anticipation of what lay ahead the next day. Over the next week my team and I hiked for 4 hours a day going door to door and talking with the Lenca Indians and sharing our testimonies. I remember one house we had come upon that was home to a 14 year old girl and her family. Peaking out of her front door, her eyes showed curiousity of the pale white foreigners. Through a translator, we spoke to the young girl. She told us that her parents were out in the fields working and that she was home with her brothers and sisters.
Our translater asked if anyone would like to share their testimony with this girl and immediately I said yes. She looked and me and I her. Her eyes were filled with wonder but brokenness. she had no idea what a pale white girl with blue eyes and blond hair had to say, but she listened. I talked for about 10 minutes about my testimony; the story that God had given me and the moment when I met Him. She was a Christian so it wasn't like I was trying to convert her or shove Jesus down her throat. Her cross earrings dangled from her ears as her head bent. She started to weep as I shared a verse with her from my Spanish/English bible. I then asked if she would allow me to pray with her. She said si. I laid my hand upon her shoulder as my team gathered around and I lead us in prayer. Her face was still in distress with what she was going through but she showed a smile after our 20 minutes with her. She is a fellow sister of mine in Christ. God had specifically sent me to Honduras to meet this sister of mine and pray with her. To tell he that its going to be ok and that she will get "THROUGH the valley of the shadow of death". As we said our goodbyes, I thought later on that week that even though we are in completely different countries, cultures, and times in our life, we are not so different from each other. Yes, we have different color skin, homes, and lives but we have so much in common too. Like our father in Heaven, our moments of feeling broken and helpless, and the fact that we are sisters in Christ. I will never forget my time in Honduras. It was not a place to just scratch of my list of places to go. Its now etched inside of me and one day I will return there. I cannot wait until I get back on another plane!
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