Today, June 29th, marks my 48th year. My family and I have been on a mission trip with our youth pastor and other church members to Honduras. As I write this post, I struggle to find the words to convey the experience we had.

When we landed in Tegucigalpa, I honestly had no idea what to expect. Our son, Andrew, has been twice before. He tried to prepare us for what to expect. But until you go and see it with your own eyes you really can’t understand.

As we traveled from Nashville to Houston and Houston to Tegucigalpa, we were informed that Honduran truck drivers were protesting a toll on a toll road by not delivering diesel to fuel stations. We prayed and asked others to pray that the team meeting us at the airport would arrive safely. Praise God that they did!

As we drove from Tegucigalpa to Talanga where the missionaries we partner with are located, we only saw one area with protesters. We arrived safely at our destination in Talanga.

Our team included twelve of us. Five of us were first timers. Our youth pastor has been taking teams to Honduras for fourteen years. He likes helping the missionaries with any jobs they need completed on their ranch. While we were there, we stained playground equipment that a team before us had built. We helped dig a septic tank but were unable to finish it to the depth of six feet. Hopefully the next team will be able to complete it. We helped pour concrete for a basketball court that the next team will be painting.

We attended church services at three different churches. Worshiping with our Honduran Christian brothers and sisters was so very sweet. Some of the songs were familiar to us so we would sing in English as they sang in Spanish.

We also did some ministry outreaches while we were there. Feeding the school kids on the mountain was definitely everyone’s favorite. Most of the kids bring their own bowl and cup. We brought disposable plates and cups for those who didn’t have one. Most of them enjoyed their food after it was served but a few others would wrap it in a plastic bag to take home to their family.

As I said, today is my 48th birthday. I wish I hadn’t waited until now to go on my first mission trip. I’m very thankful we were able to go as a family. We are forever changed and are looking forward to going again.

“And how shall they preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace, Who bring glad tidings of good things!””

‭‭Romans‬ ‭10:15‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

https://www.bible.com/114/rom.10.15.nkjv