As I write this, I’ve been back in the states for a little over three days. We arrived at Harrisburg Discipleship Center just before 3:00am on Saturday morning, the 26th of April. We had a relatively smooth transition through customs in Houston, though I nearly lost my Spiderman pillow twice.
Thursday night was our last night in Honduras, and we had a party and invited some of the locals that we had spent considerable time with and had gotten to know well. We had almost 50 people at the house and were very glad we made invitations instead of giving a free for all invitation. The night started off very adventurous and we weren’t ready on time, but thanks to all those that showed up fashionably late, we were able to have a great evening. The night ended in a prayer in which the locals surrounded us and blessed us before leaving. We were also able to thank them and offer a prayer for their continued ministry in Teguz. As people left and I made one final trip to take people home, I felt both a sense of accomplishment and a twinge of sadness. We all slept in Rachel’s house that night and left in the morning for the airport.
At the airport, we checked in and paid the exit taxes (the normal things), then began to wait. Not to our surprise, but much to our delight nonetheless, we had visitors who came and spent our final hours with us before passing through security at 11:30am. My host brother Lemuel, his nephew Aroni, Lemuel's girlfriend Jeannette, and another friend Alejandra all showed up and spent about an hour and a half with us. Andrea’s host family also showed up for a little over an hour to wish us a “Feliz Viaje” (technically “Happy Trip”, though better translated as wishing a “Safe Trip”). It was great to have Lemuel there and he made his sacrifices to spend time with me. He had an exam that day at 12:00pm that he said he was, “Not really prepared for” and he had skipped two classes the day before to spend time with me and run errands for the group.
Here at HDC, life continues. We are continuing the process of debriefing (we started during the last week in Honduras) and discussing and still learning how we have changed. I imagine this will be a continuing process. I am personally trying to understand where to go next with my life. I am learning a lot about how the Lord speaks and how to respond to His call or answer to “wait”. I imagine my next post will deal with this issue and share some of my feelings and hopefully… insights in this area.
As for now, I am grieving the loss of my right flip-flop. It had never broken in years of service and finally gave in to the pressures of my feet. As long as I can keep convincing myself that those are the issues in my life, I’ll get along just fine.
Our going away party.
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