Last week we had the wonderful opportunity to go to Honduras for a week on ministry. Our team went to Porto Cortez (a city right on the ocean) with the purpose of pouring into Iglesia Zion Wesley Huci (a local church). Instead we were blessed as many Christians surrounded us with love and truth.                                                 Each time we went...

When I first met Maria, her hands were shaking, her eyes were drooping, her emotions were hiding, and her hope was disappearing. She lives with her son and his family, and her day consists of constant pain and sitting outside in a plastic chair. The first few times we went to pray for Maria it was obvious that she didn’t have much hope left in her. When we would talk with her, she would try and respond, but it all came out as painful mumbles. Most of our information about her came from her daughter. All she was able to tell us was what area she needed prayer in. Our team is a group of...

I walk into the infant room at the orphanage, look down and see a small child, sitting, observing, but not being affected by the joy, the screams, or tears being shed around her. She sits, emotionless.    We stare into each other’s eyes, but she does not move. No matter what I do she doesn’t react. But I knew I was not supposed to leave her side, that there was a purpose greater than I knew. The time comes when I must leave, so I kiss her head, tell her I love her, and walk away. I was confused and overwhelmed by her walls. God, why does she feel nothing? Why...

After missing a week at the dump our team was more than happy as we loaded up in the white rusty van with no seats that we call "Petunia". The children were there to greet us like usual as we pulled up, all smiles, giggles, and quite a few "Holas". I smiled and hugged the kids while my eyes kept wandering around for my amigo, Enner. With me being sick the past two times, it had been three weeks since I'd seen him. I spotted his brother and asked him where he was. He replied back that he had died.. I didn't laugh at the joke. Grace, Rob and I were walking down...

One of the things that I have learned sense I have been here in Guatemala is how much I need to trust God. Now, that is something that God showed me a while ago. He taught me that it doesn't matter my circumstance and it definitely doesn't matter if I am comfortable. But trust in him with EVERYTHING!   That's easier said then done.. so that's what I did. I would say that I trust in The Lord and not actually 'trust in him with everything.'  There was nothing testing my faith though. I was very comfortable and kept myself...

To define unrequited love is unreciprocated or returned in kind. This love is purely worldly and not to be anywhere near the throne or mere hem of the robe of Christ. But, sadly this is what I fall into sometimes. I choose solace and solidarity apart from enjoyment of people's company. Now, this kind of love I have not practiced 100% here, but I have fallen into it. Especially when I have one of my emotional spats or I wake up groggy and not realizing that life is to be lived. I was brought to such a vast realization of this when I wasn't releasing a friend of mine fully to the...

I was sitting on the bench just outside the women's and babies room, enjoying the fresh morning air after a bitter cup of instant coffee, when the young children began poking their heads out the door, curiously gazing at this gringo with holes in his ears and oddly styled hair. Like most people when they're around babies, I made strange faces and noises in an attempt to get smiles and giggles out of them, and actually managed to be successful. One child in particular caught my attention. He poked a closed eye outside the door and peeked with his open eye through the crack between...