Finals are over. Finally. My sixth semester is complete. I didn’t know if this day would ever come. My summer has begun. Wow, for months, I knew Summer ’10 would be particularly great. Until recently, I wasn’t sure if I’d go back to Honduras, though. Last semester’s accident made money tight. I wondered how long I’d have to wait to buy my ticket. I saved. I stayed in Edmond for Spring Break to save. I cut down on activities to save. I needed to be able to send out letters, and I finally could. I had four weeks left until I wanted to leave on April 30, giving me four weeks in Tegucigalpa.
I prayed. I knew the people that usually gave me funds would be generous. I was certain of that. I wasn’t worried about how quickly I had to raise money. Ideally, I wanted to buy my ticket two weeks after I send out letters. That way the price wouldn’t be more than normal. It wasn’t, and people were generous.
Last summer, I had to leave Honduras early. I knew I had to go back, and I hoped the time would pass quickly until I could. Now, in 14 hours, I’ll be in Tegucigalpa again. The missionary’s son Darwin became like my little brother. I cried when I left him. I cried when I didn’t get to say goodbye to the kids in Magote I love so much. Now, I get to see them again. I can’t believe it. It feels surreal. God is good. God provides. God blesses.
Thank you to everyone that helped me get to Honduras. You are incredible, and I’m so blessed to have you in my life.
Pray for me.