Another Great Day

She wakes up as her mother walks out the door of her 13x10 home and begins cooking food for her four siblings. From the early morning hours until 6 in the evening she will change diapers, wash clothes, tend to wounds, and wipe tears. At six, as the last rays of sunlight sweep across the mountain, she swings a backpack over her shoulder and walks down dirt trails to a school that allows her to attend from 6 to 9. Her mother isn't there on Sunday as she gets the children ready for church and brings them to the building. Her name is Cynthia. She is nine years old.

Her's is one of many touching stories in the mountain community of Mona Loa. We spent the day climbing steep cliffs and handing out bags of food. Running out of bags is our biggest fear. While we walk from home to home hand in hand with the children who are so glad to see us, others are running a clinic, and crews are working hard to make sure two new families have a shelter to call their own.

As the day comes to an end we are exhausted, poured out. Children carry gifts from gringos and, we hope, permanent memories of the love Christ. At devo, we exchange gifts and laughter while pulling random items from a sock. Top honors go to a fancy lighter and clay figurines.

It is a good day in Honduras