As I sit back and reflect on my time in Honduras I am filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. I should have known God was up to something good when my airline ticket came out to only cost me $17.50! Man, God is so good.
Honduras is like a place I’ve never been. Or maybe it was just the people I had the opportunity to serve with. Either way, God’s hand is on Honduras…there is no denying that. He is powerfully at work through Signs of Love and having the opportunity to witness it first-hand is an experience I will take with me forever. Even only being there such a short time, I feel like God grabbed hold of my heart and finally allowed me to see what He sees. To feel what He feels. To dream how He dreams. God showed me that my life isn’t about me. Who could ask for a sweeter gift and revelation? He allowed me to know a group of people who love and serve with the hands and feet of Christ in the most real way I have ever seen. This organization knows no boundaries and sets no limits. Daily, they pour out to Jesus for wisdom, guidance, truth, direction, and opportunities to share His overflowing love.
I’ve known for some time that God was calling me to serve the Deaf. I wasn’t sure when or where but I could not deny the tug on my heart. I am beyond elated that His perfect plan is beginning to unfold. I knew that Honduras was “the place” when I realized that amongst complete chaos of a new country, new culture, and new language (that I do not speak one word of…yet) my Spirit was at complete peace. Each new person that God put in my path felt like home. Even the guard with the machete at the end of the my street felt like a divinely placed angel.
Honduras to me is a place of hope. A place that is tilled and hungry for the powerful work of Jesus in their lives. They are a loving people who are eager to share life with you and to tell you their stories. I know that God has a compassionate heart for this place. Through His grace, He has allowed me to see that. Through His grace, He has shown me that He is willing to move mountains to save His people. His people, who are marginalized, abused, oppressed, unloved, neglected and forgotten. God, the Creator and Sustainer of the Universe deeply cares and deeply loves these beautiful people. As a result, they have become my heartbeat too. Upon my arrival in Honduras, God almost immediately birthed inside of me a boldness of advocating for His people. This is unusual for me, as I tend to hide behind “David’s” of the group and cheer them on as they fight Goliath. God has shown me various confirmations that He wants me to be the bold one this time. He has shown me that we are all called to be David. He uses the weak in the eyes of the world to proclaim the glory and power of His name. I am both humbled and honored to be part of His kingdom work here in Honduras.
The next step of this incredible journey is getting to join Signs of Love in serving, loving, and teaching the Deaf in Honduras. I am hoping to be there by September! What else can I say besides, “God is so good!”? As I have been praying for a specific vision of what God has for my personal role in this ministry, I have so far seen a huge, God-sized dream. A dream that I am confident He will bring to fruition. I believe that the Deaf in Honduras are to also go and bring the gospel to the ends of the earth. I believe that God wants the Deaf of Honduras to be church planters in unreached people groups all over the world. That the leaders who emerge here will not only change their immediate families and immediate villages, but will change the world by boldly proclaiming the name of Jesus to the Deaf of every nation. I absolutely cannot wait to see God’s plans for this place unfold.
