God sent me back to Honduras for a multitude of reasons: He wanted to show me how much love I have for the country, my dependency on Him, and to remind me just how much Jesus means to me.
After comparing this year’s and last year’s journals, I found a common theme: I want to live in Honduras serving God for at least one year. The first entry of me wanting to stay occurred the very first day we arrived in Honduras in 2010. No matter what, the most important thing is that I follow the path God has for me – Psalm 119:35 – “Make me walk along the path of your commands, for that is where my happiness is found.”
I didn’t fully realize my dependency on Him until my return back. It’s easy to go from full-on serving the Lord in Honduras, to returning to America to “everyday life”. I refuse to let this happen. I asked Him to make my heart break so that I burst into tears each morning because of his wonderful love, grace, and mercy. I vow to actively live for Christ because He died for me.
Lastly, when sharing the gospel with the Hondurans, I found myself reaching deep into my heart to find out how much Christ lives in me. I wanted to let them see how Jesus affects me and to experience the raw emotion that pours out when I seek Him inside of me. Telling them how it feels to have Jesus in my heart helped me rekindle the burning flame for Christ that I have.
Also, God showed me that while we went to Honduras to do mission work, our entire life’s mission is to save others. Not simply go to a country for one week and be complacent with our work. Each of our hearts should break for all of the lost souls, not just ones in third-world countries. I challenge myself and everyone around me to do just this, spread the love of Christ throughout all places, wherever you travel. Everyone needs to hear God’s word, everyone.
I know that if God wants me in Honduras, he’ll put me there. Jeremiah 29:11 – “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Thank you Father, for your never-ending love.
– Kenny Erwin