Honduras

Where do I begin? Everyone keeps asking me how my trip was and I don't know how to put it into words. If I could tell you every little thing I would, there is just too much unless you would want to sit down for 3 hours and listen. I miss it a lot. The people there were amazing, I have never met a group of people so loving, so caring, so accepting. What I saw was people living a life that I probably will never have. What they were living seemed to be so much more real then the life I live every day in Canada. The Hondurans sincerly cared about you and accepted you for being you from the moment they saw you. They were so grateful for the small things. The kids wanted to be with you everywhere you moved. They wanted to hug you, hold your hand, talk to you even if you couldn't understand. They wanted you to spin them in circles til they couldn't walk straight. There are so many little stories that mean the world to me. It is too hard to write them all here, but I'll let you know sometime. This world holds so much more then I understood until I went to Marcala. If you ever get an oppurtunity to go on a missions trip take it. I can gaurentee that you will come back feeling blessed. God is amazing and He is everywhere. Dios le bendiga. Buen suenos. ~ Jessica