Three years. I’ve been living in Honduras for three years. The plan was just one year. Somehow that turned into three years. People told me I was brave and courageous to move to Honduras. What I didn’t tell them was that I was terrified to leave my apartment. Everyday I walked to school trembling in fear and quoting Joshua 1:9 under my breath to strengthen me, yet I was ready to break into a run if a car or motorcycle dare stop near me. I tried to keep my cool, but I was sweating. I was sweating a lot… all the time to be exact. That’s probably why I never take selfies. No filter can hide the amount of sweat I produce in this country.
Anyways, when I was preparing to move to Honduras, I didn’t have a lot of expectations. My plan was to spend a year helping the organization by making some videos. Before going down, the director asked if I could put some hours in helping at the school too. I said of course because I was ready and willing to serve in any capacity. What did I imagine for my missionary life in Honduras? Working in the school and making videos. Sounds good.
Then reality took place. I think I made 3 videos in my first year in Honduras because things really move slow on the mission field. Ask your other missionary friends, they will tell you the same. The rest of my time was spent taking photography requests, which was interesting because I only ever dabbled with photography and by no means considered myself a photographer. However, I shot family portraits, engagements, maternity, school portraits, you name it. I also helped design a logo, assisted with youth girls Bible study, loved on foster kids, and worked 20hrs/week in the bilingual school. In short, God exceeded my expectations of what I’d be doing while I was in Honduras. What I thought I’d be doing the most of I ended up doing the least of.
Now that we’ve taken a trip down memory lane, I have an announcement to make.
The last commitment I made to Loma de Luz ends in November 2017. Although I’ve had peace about leaving at that time, I’ve decided to stay through the spring of 2018. From today, that is 8 more months that I will be living in Honduras. To some that may sound like a long time, but to me, it is very short. Time moves quickly here and if I think about it too long I will probably start crying.
You might be wondering why I would leave this place I’ve grown to love… Did some type of missionary drama build up? Am I ignoring God’s plan for me? Did the heat and discomfort finally break me? Is it due to the fact that there are no eligible bachelors on the mission field?
Sorry if I stirred up thoughts you probably weren’t having. But the answer is actually quite simple (and maybe even boring). I’m leaving because it’s time. I want to further my skills and become more helpful on the mission field. This will happen as I get more work experience in an environment where I am being mentored.
I still have a future with Loma de Luz. There is no way I can simply leave and never return. I know the needs and I want to come back on future short-term trips to serve.
Even though I have an end date in what I would consider the near future, I have some new responsibilities. I’ve joined a team of volunteers to help out at the children center in a time of a leadership transition. I will be working in communications (I know, shocker), helping with after school homework, and play time. I will also be spending extra time with two boys from the children's home in a "big sister" role. I’m excited about all I get to do with the kids over the next year, but, I also know that saying goodbye will be that much harder for me.