Things You Never Really Get Use to.........

We are in our fourth year here in Honduras and a total of five years living outside of the U.S.A.  Sometimes you just never get use to the the things that you see each day. Living in the states you see things and you kind of get use to them. Living here it is the same way. However, sometimes there are things that you see that you just never really get use to seeing. Waiting in line this week to drop Taylor off at the airport we saw at least 5 different homeless people. It is heart breaking watching them walk around begging for food, some half- naked, others with tattered and torn clothes, some that are to big, and they walk about like crazy people, talking to them selves and pointing of in the distance.  I started to think about the man in the Bible in Matthew 8:28-34.   Where all the people were afraid of him and he was naked and possessed with the devil.  Then, I started to think about how Jesus didn't pass this man by. He saved him. He gave him his life back and more abundantly. I never want to get to a place in my life where I can easily pass people by. I never want to forget what Jesus did for me. What kind of life HE saved from. (I'm not saying I had a bad life.....) I am stating that if I had not trusted Christ as my Savior I don't know where I would be today. As I sit here and type I pray that the Lord continues to have mercy on me and give with grace renewed each morning. I pray that I can extend that into compassion and love for others. I don't want to just do that here in Honduras but I hope and pray to be an encouragement to all that I know and meet. So, what about you today....are you going to continue to get use to things.....or pray that God gives you that same desire to see peoples lives changed through Christ.

What does love really mean?

Well, Christmas has come and gone and the new year is already in bloom. However, a sweet story to share is one from our newest little girl Sindy. She has not been with us very long but she has really jumped right into this and we are her family and home. She calls us momma and daddy and she loves Hunter and the boys. We were unsure if she was going to be able to go home for Christmas and really was only thinking it would be for a day at the most. However, her aunt decided to come and pick her up and they all stayed together. She traveled during the four day break back and forth to her aunt and uncles homes and her cousins. Her aunt Marta would explain to her now this is my brother......or this is my sister.....and I just love spending time with them it makes me so happy. Well, Saturday rolled around and Marta was walking Sindy back home as they do not have a car; only a bicycle. As Sindy got to the gate of our property she looked up at Marta and said; "Now I can be happy because these are my brothers and sisters". Marta began to cry. She walked the rest of the way to the house. She began to explain what had just happened. She wasn't crying tears of sadness....she was crying tears of joy because it was the first time that she had seen Sindy express what love really meant and what it meant to have a family like she always wanted. Thank you to those who give to help little girls like Sindy know what love is...not just love from a momma and daddy but the Love of JESUS as well.