Making a Way
Today, on the way to La Sorto, Otoro, the team stopped in the center of the Americas. There is a gas station in Honduras that is the half-way point from the furthest point north in Alaska and the southern tip of Argentina. When we got to the community, the community leaders had already prepared the school for the clinics and all of the student's desks were in front of the school with community residents waiting for their turn in the clinic.
The long bus rides and times before leaving and after returning to Alfredo House have been times for the American team to bond and grow together. There is something about getting away from the hustle and bustle of home and concentrating on a mission and other people that open up worlds of opportunity to grow in our diversity. We have become comfortable with each other and that has developed into a trust in each other to share our hearts and our problems.
Tomorrow will be our last clinic day and that is a bittersweet thing. It has been a long week with many "roads" that have been little more than a path of boulders up the mountains. Certainly it is not unlike that paths we travel spiritually, but God is faithful to "make a way" for us. In Isaiah 42:15-16, we read, "I will lay waste mountains and hills and dry up their vegetation. I will turn rivers into islands and dry up marshes. I will lead the blind by a way they did not know; I will guide them on paths they have not known. I will turn darkness to light in front of them and rough places into level ground. This is what I will do for them and I will not forsake them."
There is not a single member of the Laurel Hills team that will not testify that God has made a way this week for the love of Jesus to make the world a little better, one child at a time. Through flight delays and vehicle issues, God has provided for the success of our mission.
After dinner tonight, Nury shared the history of Honduras and the diverse cultures that make up the population of Honduras. A country of 80% mountains and 20% flat land has allowed the Hondurans to have a diverse agricultural economy. The Honduran team grows a good deal of the food that is eaten by the medical mountain teams and the staff. So, as we ride to the different villages we see the steep mountain sides with coffee beans and bananas that all have to be picked by hand. The people that pick those crops to distribute throughout the world are the same clients of the FOBF medical teams.
We go tomorrow to the smaller community of Los Hules. We have been promised a shorter ride and fewer clients; however, it doesn't matter because God has already prepared the path for us.