At the Service of Honduras

It is the night before I set out for the Finca for round two. There are quite a few thoughts buzzing around my head. I've gone back to the initial call during my time at home. What was God speaking to me? And  what was He inviting me into? Quite simply, He called me to trust Him. Could I go to an unknown place and begin a new job and speak a new language in order to spread the love of Jesus Christ? Turns out, absolutely not! I cannot. I guess that's the main thing I've learned so far. I reach the end of my capacity pretty quick. However, over my time at home, I have had all the time in the world to think and to pray. I have been so focused on my own incapacity at the Finca, letting it weigh me down. God's very simple message to me over this break with family is that life is so much simpler than I want to make it. God loves me. He delights in me. It's that simple. It seems silly to write it down like this. But it's not silly; it's incredibly importan