belonging

 I've been suffering from a blogger's writing block. I've tried to write a blog several different times, but it seemed words just weren't coming. That seems shocking, considering I rarely run out of words. I guess it's because sometimes, I feel as if I have too much to say. So then, I decide to say nothing instead. I feel as if this season has been one of standing under a waterfall. God has been pouring into me at a rate I can't quite seem to keep up with. I keep learning new things and trying new things. At the same time, life also starts to become normal. I finally feel normal. I have somewhat of a routine. I am used to my people and my places. I know where I belong here. I thought I would post a few pictures to show you some of what I've been doing and the place where I have come to belong, well the best that I can (but more on that later)... 

These sunsets and mountains never get old.

Melissa, one of our translators. It's always great to make new friends. 

Teaching Bible at one of the schools. I have come to get to know a few more of the kids, which has been exciting. It's great to seem them come running and when they start to know your name.  

The view from the HFMM office building where I work 2 days a week. I wouldn't have imagined how much I would enjoy getting to work with and encourage other missionaries through this ministry.  

Some of my goofball kids at school. Isaias and Hugo are hilarious 4th graders. They totally get it when I tell them to make a crazy face. 

First graders... mostly listening? 

This weekend I am going with the HFMM to put on a retreat in La Moskitia, a more remote area in Honduras. I'm flying in on a tiny little plane! I'll be working with the missionary kids there! I am going to be teaching the kids this weekend about where they belong. I know that ultimately I belong to God. In a beautiful post, another blogger described what it was like being a missionary, or really any sort of expatriate living in a different place. Imagine I'm a yellow person. I live in a yellow person world. I am used to it. I follow the customs and all the people around me are yellow. Then I decide to become a missionary to the blue people world. I move to the blue people world, and I figure out that I am a blaring shade of yellow. I can't fit in no matter where I go. I can't talk to them. I don't always understand the way they do things. In fact, people always seem to notice I'm yellow. But the longer I live in the blue people world, I start to take on some blue characteristics. Slowly, but surely, I have become a lovely shade of green. I don't blend into the blue world, but I'm much more comfortable there than I was before. Now, it's time for me to come back to my own yellow world and I can't wait to finally be in a place where I fit in again! As I walk into my yellow home, I realize that I am no longer yellow, I'm green and I don't quite fit there either. Sometimes I do weird green things that yellow people don't understand. Once the blue has been mixed in, it can't come out of my yellow. I can't unmix the colors. 

This sums up how I feel so many times. I feel as if I have two homes and no homes at the same time. Sometimes the people who understand me best are other green people. But I take comfort in knowing, that there is a place where all the colors feel at home. That's in the body of Christ and with Him. 

This is a short post, and I'm sure I will have a lot more to say soon, but for today that's it!