Friday, March 26, 2010

March 26, 2010 The Bus Was Not The Only One Sputtering! I Could Hardly Breath!

At first from about a mile away, I thought it was a car on fire...
But the closer I got, the better (or worse) I could see. It was a bus...

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Why Am I In Honduras?

The other day I was balancing over a filthy toilet, every muscle in my legs screaming out in pain, one hand holding a wadded piece of toilet paper over my face and mouth to keep out the atrocious smell. My other hand was holding a roll of toilet paper, afraid to place it on the filthy floor, thinking of all the germs that might seep into the paper. My pants rolled up from the bottom in an effort to try to keep them from touching the nasty floor. My stomach was hurting from yet another case of amebas or some other stomach infection, which I occasionally find myself fighting here in Honduras. The pain excruciating.... Tears were streaming down my face. Praying or maybe I should say complaining and asking "God why did you send me here?"

36 of the ministries 48 white plastic chairs have disappeared into thin air.... they cost $9.00 each... All of my matched set of screwdrivers from Sears GONE! My Skill Saw, evaporated into thin air.... The "mata burro" (kill the Burros... brush guard) on the front of the truck loose and falling apart for no reason. The white plastic thing which goes inside the toilet paper roll and allows it to spin around …STOLEN. It is probably not worth more than a dollar, BUT I have to go try to find one, buy it and waste gas, time and energy. The list goes on and on and on... It was one of those days!

After leaving the "bathroom", I decided that there was only one way to combat this overwhelming hunger to go to Kansas and stay there. PRAISE!

So as soon as I could, I returned home, to take a shower and relax. BUT when I returned home there was NO water. So I turned on my computer, looked at all the smiling photos of all the people I have been able to help with wheelchairs and surgeries and began to say "Thank you God that you have allowed me to be your hands and your feet and your spirit of service in this country!"

There are hard days in Honduras. I am accustomed to 1st world living. But more than the lack of the comforts of security, electricity all the time, clean bathrooms, safe food and clean water I think the lies and the stealing bother me the most. I will survive and I will continue to do what I am called to do! But HONESTLY, sometimes it is hard!

I am thrilled that I serve a living God, who helps me through the hard times when I am far from my family and the comforts of my native home.

Today I am blessed to be able to peel 50 pounds of potatoes and fry 20 pounds of ground beef. Does anyone want to help?

March 23, 2010 Only In Honduras It Never Ceases To Amaze Me The Unnecessary Ricks People Take

I was driving along a rough road on my way to Pueblo Nuevo, Choluteca and saw this... It still makes me cringe!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

DIRT IS DIRT CHEAP Compacted Earth Home In Santa Maria, Danli

I am so happy to have a new friend Jeannie Loving. She is a missionary here and I met her because of my poodle Esther’s internet romance. Esther, my poodle, became romantically involved with Skyler via internet and NO it was not an internet dating service. Jeannie has a friend who is also a missionary in Honduras and has a male poodle. Thus we met... DIVINE PROVIDENCE

Jeannie and I do some running around together when possible and one of our recent trips, we went to see the compacted dirt home she is building for a woman without a home. The home is supposedly much stronger than a regular adobe home and more resistant to earthquakes according to other literature I have read.

I am thinking of sending a couple of men and I to the Compacted Dirt Home building school, here in Honduras. Is anyone interested in sponsoring the men? The best I can tell it will cost about $75 per person to attend the school and then they can start building homes for others. The school is 3 days of intense work on a project to learn hands on and the $75 includes, food and lodging. I would like to send 4 men to learn. Dirt is dirt cheap! So this is an effective way to help the poor have homes. And in the process, the people who learn to make the homes have a new source of income making homes for others.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sometimes I Want To Cry When I See The Physical Condition Of Some Of Our Wheelchair Beneficiaries

Ramon Velasquez was the happy beneficiary of a wheelchair this week. He is one of the fortunate ones, he has friends and family who are helping him. Many others in Honduras have no one. It is such a blessing to help people like Don Ramon.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Pelicans and People

Pelican taking flight!

Here you can see two children in the water and the five pelicans fishing close to them.
Neither is afraid of, nor interested in the other.
Amazing and beautiful!

I saw something strange floating in the water.

Turns out it was a turtle. Yes, we returned him to the water and he floated away.

This local dog is a little upset because the pelican is too close to his owner's boat. So the goes dog paddling after him.

The outcome was obvious to all but the dog.

The pelican escaped with lots of room to spare.

If you look carefully between the boats you can see the stingrays on the ground.

The men are skinning them to sell the meat.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Practicing With My Camera

Sadly death is a part of life. Some of these photos show death. Some show life. Some show life cycles. I hope you enjoy them. This is my precious Honduras!

I am having a wonderful time with my camera, except for the fact that the screen is broken. Someday I will get to the USA and get a new one, with a screen that works and a titanium case, where everything in my purse doesn't break the screen.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

March 11, 2010 Danli Cofradia Nazarene Church Eye Clinic

Today we saw 97 people in the Eye Brigade at the Nazarene Church in Cofradia Danli. Other than the heat, the day went really well.

People waited in line for hours.

Rolando carefully fitted each pair of eyeglasses.

Victor Montoya works to get the correct lens adjustment for a patient.