Emily is serving with Dilia Zelaya in Honduras...

Two days ago we delivered groceries and household supplies to a small village called "'La Puerta" located in the mountains. I was immediately drawn to a small baby boy who was being bounced on a woman's knee. I went over and started making peek-a-boo faces to the little boy, (thankfully these faces transcend all language barriers). I asked and got the baby in my arms. I learned that his name was Juan and he was just 5 months old. His mother told me that he was also her first child. It was obvious that Juan will grow up without much materially, but with lots of love in his life. Juan will grow up walking an hour and a half to the nearest city for supplies as everyone else does there. (The path is also so steep and treacherous that our truck died halfway there and we had to walk the rest). Juan will also most likely grow up without a father like so many of the kids here. Playing with this little boy though, he felt like just one of many other babies I've held and loved at first sight.  

Every child whose name I learn earns a place in my heart. Making them smile is the biggest win and I just want the best for them. I imagine this is 1/100 of how much God cares for them. That He wants them to know that they are desired and loved here on Earth and by their creator. That He looks at them and is jealous to know them intimately. I am thankful that I get to be a small part, hopefully a stepping stone, to these kids discovering God in all of His greatness.

I am thankful for all the prayers and people I know I have behind me. I am personally just getting over the culture shock and becoming comfortable where I am staying. I have realized just how difficult it can be to be in unfamiliar territory without the support of my church family like I have on other mission trips. I do love though how God becomes my comfort here when I feel alone and encourages me in the perfect way every time. 

Love, Emily H.