Jackets, sweaters, hooded sweatshirts...

I know it's not as cold here as it is wherever you may be, but it is all relative and here in Honduras we are COLD! The kids and me all have long sleeves on and we're sitting here in the house cold. As you would guess there is no heat in the homes in Honduras and we're cold. The rains are still with us daily and there seems to be no relief in sight...this year rainy season really is rainy season.

As uncomfortable as we may be I cannot imagine living in one of the pieced together tin shacks on the 'bordo', the river banks, or in the hundreds of poor villages in the country. Sometimes it's difficult to come to peace with the conditions of this world and the conditions of the poor around the world. Living in a tin/wood/cardboard shack w/dirt floors(w/all the rain more probably mud floors), no electricity, no running water, and worst of all...no hope! How do they cope? Their only hope is for us to bring them the Light of Jesus and on a cold and damp morning that call seems particularly relevant to me. PRAY, GIVE, GO!!!