I have always wanted to do missions. My dad started going to Honduras on mission with his church in early 2000, and since then I wanted to do this. I just wasn’t able to go due to family reasons. I started this blog to put down my experiences in hopes that if anyone is thinking about going but is too scared to go, thinks they don’t have the money, or that they don’t have what it takes, then I am here to say……YOU CAN DO IT!!
I felt this way. I ignored my call from God in the beginning and made excuses on why I couldn’t go. I have 2 small kids, I can’t get off work, I don’t have the money, God can’t use me, I don’t know what to say, and the excuses go on and on and on and on……But I listened, took the first step of faith and did it. I felt God call me to missions around 2004. My heart was there but I didn’t know where to begin. I had 2 young kids at home, so I couldn’t go far. I volunteered at church and through work in different areas, but it just wasn’t what I was looking for. I was wanting more.
The beginning of my adventures in missions started in 2011. I am going to take you back to my first trip and through my experience and how it has evolved into medical missions. The primary mission is to show the love of God through our works. This may be through us working side by side with the locals on construction, VBS, teaching kids English or doing crafts with them, or teaching them Bible stories. Over the years that I have been going, our trips have evolved and each year I go is different.
Here are my stories.
Dad’s church went to Honduras each year on construction and church planting trips and I would hear his stories and thought, this is what I want to do.
In 2011, I was able to take my first trip. I was so excited and didn’t know what to expect.
We went to LaCeiba for help with the construction for the Hogar de Amor orphanage. It was the first time I was away from my family for 2 weeks. It was hard, and I have to admit, I did get homesick. I think the only thing that kept me from being tearful homesick, is that my dad was there with me. I experienced a lot and learned a lot. I learned what God called me for this trip, but little did I know how big it was going to turn out.
Read on for more exciting stories from being on mission!
Bendiciones (blessings)
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