Sorry this post has
been a while in coming; we’ve been busy. But now that the team has left for the
States I can finally write an update.
We had the first
mountain mission of the summer last week. I went to two villages: Plan Grande
and Quebradas. They were both very beautiful towns high up in the mountains in
the heart of coffee territory. The title of this post refers to a question I
asked myself continuously throughout the week, not in a negative way, but with
awe and gratitude.
It is incredible to
think that God has me of all people in a foreign country, in a place few ever
see, working among such incredible people as a missionary. Every time I gave a
talk or had a conversation I wondered why God chose me. I have done things I
never thought I would do here. Wasn’t there someone better to work alongside
the Hondurans? It is a mystery why God chose me, a mystery I doubt I will ever know
the answer to. But that’s ok because I chose to live it and embrace it. I am so
grateful for this.
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