They say that week 3 is always the hardest week. Well, that was proved true for me on this trip. Because a lot of our team was sick & exhausted from working very hard the first two weeks, we didn’t do construction at all the 3rd week. This means we were either on house (helping with cooking & cleaning) or children duty. Well, let’s just say it got boring really quick. We had a lot of down time and a lot of us started to get antsy. Because of this, I started to truly question my purpose of being here. I felt very ineffective, wondering if I was even making a difference. I...

A is for Ants… they’re everywhereB is for Bucket showers… if you showerC is for Cornflakes… every morningD is for Dreads… either by choice or from not showeringE is for Elf… first team movieF is for Fernando… who came the same night we got here and loves repeating everything you sayG is for Gracie’s Gringas… because that’s who we areH is for Hammocks… great for napping or vloggingI is for Intercession… because we love GodJ is for Jenga blocks… 4 blocks per kidK is for Kiddos… they’re crazy but we love...

When you’re a little kid in America, you try to “bother” your siblings by saying “I’m not touchingggg youuuu”…here in Honduras, I cannot imagine that ever being an activity.   I have never been one to have physical touch as a love language, but here, it’s almost impossible not to catch the “fever”.    When you’re outside or in your bed and you feel something touching you, it probably is. Common occurrences: a child, a teammate, or a human in general. Other possibilities could be an ant, a mosquito or a bug...

  Over the past week God revealed to me that He wants to cultivate me into a prayer warrior. He was calling me out to be more bold and confident in my prayer life. A prayer warrior? Really God? Me? In my head I began to list off all the reasons why this couldn’t be for me. I am practically TERRIFIED of public speaking and just speaking out in front of groups larger than three or four. I am also prone to a disease I like to call “word vomiting” (aka rambling like an idiot due to panicking). Also over the last few years I have been wrestling with hearing the voice of...

“Mami mami!!” Screamed 7 year old Mercy after being taken into her room with her 2 year old little brother, Dariel. Their mentally ill mother was standing on the street outside the compound yelling for them. Mercy and Dariel were dropped off by the police on Gracie’s door step at 3am on Mother’s Day. Their mother frequently comes by the compound and yells for her kids but she is unable to take care of them. Every time this happens, we have to take Mercy and Dariel into their bedroom so that they cant hear. Seeing tears fall down Mercy’s face was...

1) Relationships- Gracie has taught me so much about creating relationships. It is truly incredible to watch her go run “errands”, which involves, praying over a sick women, stopping to talk to a street boy, checking up on a house because she felt The Lord was telling her to, and many more things. She always says, “forget about the todo list, that’s all just stuff, forget about time, nothing is more important them talking to that one person in that moment!” 2) Boldness- Mama Gracie told us this story about how one day during Christmas time she was at Walmart...