This morning Marc, Kale, Felicia and I went up to Mirador Oriente, a village outside of Tegus. That is where for the past few weeks Marc and the Hondurans have been building a woman's center so that the women can take their families to wash up and clean clothes on the downstairs floor and on the top floor the women will be able to learn how to sew and teach classes to oneanother. It is way neat and is coming along so beautifully. Tomorrow they will probably be roofing it.
We got there early this morning and after a while Marc, Feesh and I went into Tegus to meet with a lady named Nora who had requested a new home. We met her and she was so sweet. Feesh and I were doing our best to speak with her, but our Spanish is limited. We listened as she spoke with Marc. We found out that her house is 13 years old and that she has 3 children. We drove up a narrow, rugged road into a rough neighborhood. People had starving eyes and scarcily anyone would smile. We got to up above her house and walked down a dusty path to her home. Outside was a little girl, I took to be her daughter and she was holding a puppy that we pet. Her heart seemed as though it was deeply hurting.
We all went inside and a couple of her family members were there. It was cramped. A tiny room that was pungent and had no food. One person could not live comfortably there. When it storms the water comes in and the wind cuts through. Destitution.
Nora showed us around the outside and Marc told her in Spanish that they would build her a new home. We all held hands and prayed and afterwards she said "Thanks be to God!" and then thanked Marc by giving him a big hug. That joy, that sincere faith in God was overwhelmingly impactful. The power of Christ is magnificent!
The rest of the afternoon we were in Mirador. When we got back there Marc dropped off Feesh and I at the Comisa, which is a place where sweet sisters prepare and serve the 250 children of the village everyday before they go to school in the afternoon. As we got there, a few children were already mingling outside. We were introduced to the women back in the kitchen and all the smells of the kitchen were so delicious. Feesh and I were greatly appreciative of their patience with us Gringas as we tried to express that we wanted to help and made hand motions. Kia, one of the women, was trying to tell us what different words were. They set us to work helping dry some baskets, squirt soap on the hand of the children as they came through the door, and served the children the rice and beans with morrila. They also had a type of juice that might have been pinapple. They insisted, after many of the kids left, that we have some of their food. I'm so grateful for that.
I'm also thankful for feeling foolish. I really, really can appreciate better what my foreign friends of the past went through with struggling to communicate. It is very humbling.
Those women there are incredible servants of God; body, soul, and with all their might. Their bones ache; they work to the glory of God.
After all that Feesh and I went to see what we could do to help the guys out. Marc had us cleaning up some concrete rubble. That was fun.
Anyways, I'm muy sueno and should turn in for the night. But God bless you and I hope to write some more insight tomorrow.
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