Just a couple more sleeps and we will be headed back to Honduras. For a while now I have been saying “home”. But in reality what is home? Home is in two places. My heart is in Honduras, but I also love it here in Canada. We have enjoyed our time here, although I think we were perhaps a little too busy. So much to do in so little time. Time went by fast, but at the same time it went by slow. I was really ready to go back after two weeks and I thought the day would never get here. At the same time there were still people I wanted to see and things I wanted to do. But, I missed Honduras. I missed our dog! I missed my normal routine. I felt a sense of being somewhat discombobulated.. Especially during the first few days. There were times when I did some “Honduran” things….like standing too close to someone in the Tim Hortons line and the grocery store. There was the time when I caught myself trying to barter with someone over the price of something Elisa had wanted to buy with her birthday money but she didn’t have enough… Even Dale has experienced this by honking his horn at people.
There are a few thigs off the top of my head and in no particular order that I am looking forward to once my feet hit Honduran soil.
Routine. Going up to the mountains and seeing the kids, teaching them, and their hugs!
Reuben, my dog. Letting him lick my face off.
Working out with weights. No way could I pack them and bring them to Canada.
Our church family CCI.
More counter space for cooking.
Reliabale internet that more than one person can be on at a time. Ha! Unbelievable the internet would be better in Honduras.
My mountain view
I can say that I am so excited to get home that I have actually lost sleep over it. At the same time my emotions are a bit conflicted. Dale and I were chatting about this yesterday after returning the rental vehicle that we used when we went to Kingdom Bound in Darien Lake. He doesn’t want to leave his mom who was recently diagnosed with cancer. That one is a tough one.
We have enjoyed and cherished what time we have had with friends and family and it would be very easy to slip back into life here again. Although we both know that it would get very old quickly and we would end up with that sense of not being where we are meant to be. We have enjoyed having our favorite treats, some of which we had forgotten about. We have taken advantage of some really good sales. It would be so easy to get caught up in all that…the need for more stuff, which I recently wrote about . I love to shop, and I am frugal but that isn’t always a good thing, especially if I don’t really need something. Did I really need that ten dollar dress?
Also there is a part of me that is actually dreading going back, if I can admit that. See, the two years we have been in Honduras have been the hardest two years of our lives. There were times when it would have been so easy to shake the dust off our feet, pack it up and just give up. Quit. God never said it would be easy though, did He? And I wouldn’t trade them but the reality is…it has been anything but easy.
Along with adjusting to a new culture, trying to learn a new language there were other challenges which I have wrote about already at some point or another. Identity theft, issues with the Canadian government saying we owed over $20,000 because of some mix up with our taxes. We were robbed. Twice. I was hospitalized for four days. My mom was diagnosed with cancer. Our kids struggled. There were times when we felt so loney and weary, battle worn and emotionally done. Broken.
On the flip side of all that, it has also been the most rewarding two years of our lives. We know it is where we are meant to be. We know it is where God has called us. It’s where he has us. We love the kids in the schools and are anxious to get back to them. I’ve missed their hugs! It is so refreshing to see them eagerly learning their bible verses and the excitement when they remember the bible story from the previous lesson. They are getting it and it is so rewarding to see them”eating” up the Word of God, for lack of a better phrase. I don’t know how else to explain it but that they get excited and they truly listen. It’s exciting to see faith spark something in them. Seeing them come alive, and the joy on their faces even though they have so very little in the way of materiel things. I love hearing them sing with utter abandon the song “Hosanah, Ho Ho Hosanah!” I love seeing hungry children fed because of the feeding program. These kids are worth everything we have gone through. Every heartache and every trial. And I miss them.
Please pray for us as we transition back into Honduras. Especially for our children. We know it won’t be an easy time for them. And prayer does work! There was one time not long before we came back to Canada that Dale was feeling lower than he had ever felt since coming to Honduras. There was a lot going on and we were having issues with one of our kids. He felt like throwing in the towel. He just felt so broken and empty. To be honest I was a little scared because I have never seen him like that. He is always so positive and can shake things off easily. Not that day. At some point during the day he had a FB message from Bev, a lady in the Stratford church. God had put Dale on her heart and she wanted to know how she could pray for him. And pray she did. That day she was a lifeline to Him. The burden lifted and the heaviness he had been feeling all day….gone! Prayer works!
Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens and I will give you rest. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gente at heart, and you wil find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and the burden I give you will be light.