I love my job! If that is what you want to call it. I love learning a new culture and language (sometimes). I love waking up and having lots to do right out my front window. I love dreaming of what this place will look like in 5, 6 or 10 years down the road. I almost feel guilty sometimes that my job is ministry. I feel like, man, it must stink for those people back home who have to work a real job for a living. Bummer for them!
Please don’t bother me on my perfect little island where everything is nice and sweet and salty…what…salty!
Bummer…I forgot about the salty.
Have you ever been served a cup of fresh coffee only to find out on the first sip that some fool loaded it up with salt. Blahh! Nasty!
Believe it not…we do get those salty days.
So without further ado, here is our last month all sweet and salty like a caramel with sea salt from Munson’s.
- Held a camp for the blind. Sweet
- Upgraded the water system. Sweet
- Half the family got staph Painful sores. Salty
- Bought a truck for the camp from my savings which it desperately needed. Sweet
- Truck broke down 2nd day driving it. Salty
- Went to a class on Honduran culture and Culture shock. Sweet
- Found out at the class that I am in culture shock and stressed out. Salty
- Started constructing an additional bathroom off of our main meeting hall. Sweet
- Backed into a tree with our family car in the driveway while being distracted by the kids. Salty
- Understood about 25% of a sermon in Spanish. Sweet
- Didn’t understand the other 75%. Salty
- Get to serve God here in these beautiful mountains. Sweet
- Get to experience things others will never get to. Sweet
- Get to serve alongside the best wife ever. Sweet
- Get to serve the only true and living God. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!
Thank you all so much for your prayers and support. We truly couldn’t do it without you.