Its still tough to leave behind the culture, the great friends I've made in my fellow interns and Honduran locals, the abundance of beautiful scenery and nature, and just the overall experience as a whole, even more so as I sit in a clean gym in a relatively gigantic church on my Mac with Subway sandwiches for a midnight snack. Life goes on, but I know I've changed. My heart does hurt. For reasons I'm not entirely sure of and for the realization that I'm leaving an experience I will cherish forever. In the book I'm reading the guy talks of our little link to eternity. Even here we realize in moments like these that we just never have enough time to fully enjoy a moment. The beauty of a sunset will always fade into the night sky. Time always continues on. It doesn't wait; it just keeps going. Time always flies. For now, I know God waits for me in the depths of my heart. I cry out and He says "Come and drink!" I don't know what it looks like or exactly what that means yet, but I'm trusting its good. I remember the times in the past where I've met Him in the depths of what matters to my heart. The places of deep wounds and pain, the places of immovable captivity. I remember the literal indescribable joy and pure love I felt when I realized I had been so incredibly pursued and set free, so loved and so rescued by the God of the universe. I cannot put into words what is like to truly meet the person of Jesus Christ. It does not do the experience justice. Paul does not kid around when he claims he considers all but Christ to be rubbish. I know Jesus calls out every day to me: “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.’” Leaving is hard, loss is hard, rejection is hard, failure is hard, life is hard, but I know He continually invites me to Him, as a person, as a Father, to the perfect love only He can fulfill. Its a long journey, I'm happy to be on it.
I've loved my time here since I last wrote. My last week in Honduras majorly involved helping out with VBS at a local church, hand sorting coffee beans to be roasted, continuing to take Spanish class, and hanging out with an awesome team of 3 families that came to serve along side of us. Seriously, we hand sorted so much coffee...
Here's some other pictures from my last week...
Yesterday was among the highlights if not the highlight of my trip in many regards. I absolutely loved it. I'll let some of the pictures speak for themselves.
Our trip was to Panacam, one of the 3 National Parks in the country. We arrived around noon, hiked down to the first waterfall, and then continued on to a pretty tough hike up to the second waterfall. The second waterfall wasn't as beautiful, but the hike itself was astounding. Everything was as green as green can be, water flowed freely and joyfully, birds and bugs constantly provided background music, and the fellowship was as a friend of mine would say "over the top". It was a beautiful day. On the way down we stumbled across the sunset over a mountain with the only lake in Honduras in front of it. The picture gives an idea of the view, but wow it was incredible.
I'm glad I have a few more days left to hang out with my friends. It'll make saying goodbye harder, but I'd rather suffer the pain of a goodbye than miss out on the opportunity of developing true friendship.
It is late, so I'm off to bed. I'll probably return to write at least once more. Despite my feelings of leaving Honduras, I am very excited to return to my friends and family.
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