Tonight I got out my travel journal so that I could jot a few concert ideas down from my study abroad trip next semester. I had forgotten all of the things that I had written down while I was in Honduras last spring. Sadly, I had forgotten what kind of person I was while I was there. This week I’ve been feeling like I’ve let God down because I haven’t been who I need to be and I haven’t been what others need me to be. That person in Honduras was everything that the Lord asked of her and she basked in His glory like she couldn’t get enough of it.
Tonight was the night I fell in love with Honduras. I need this country like I’ve never needed anything before. I feel so alive here and so at peace and close to God. My prayer is that God has more plans for me to be in Honduras in the future. At this point I would choose Honduras over Europe. There’s just so much good that can be done here and so much I need to learn from these beautiful people.
Friday was the day I had been dreading since my arrival in Honduras— it was the day we were to go to the dump. I didn’t dread it because I didn’t want to go; I dreaded it because it was going to be hard. Mark told us though ‘if you don’t feel comfortable doing something then you need to do it, because the spirit is a guide and a guide doesn’t lead you where you’ve been before.’
I had forgotten all about Mark’s quote. I have failed to let God guide my life. He has given me the desires of my heart and all I’ve said is a quick “thanks” and gone on my way. I’m so thankful that I wrote my heart’s feelings in Honduras, because now I can strive to be that girl again.
