Open the Eyes of my Heart Lord

On a Spring Break trip to Mexico in 2008 I learned the words to "Open the Eyes of my Heart, Lord" in Spanish.  It was on this trip that I first began to feel a call to missions.  I was with my college campus group, and it was a memorable time for many reasons- from funny things that happened to the gratitude of the church we helped that week.  However, what I remember most is that I was sitting outside the church, talking with a friend, and suddenly I felt God calling.  I didn't know where, when, or for how long, but I knew that I was being called.

This Sunday, over seven years later I stood in church and sang "Abre los Ojos de mi Alma" (Open the Eyes of my Heart Lord"), and I just about started crying.  So much has happened since then in reguards to my calling to missions and God has taken my life in a direction that I never would have suspected my Junior year of college, and I am so very thankful.

On Tuesday nights there is a Bible study at the school, and we meet for a meal, Bible study, and worship.  One of the songs we sang was "Open the Eyes of my Heart, Lord".  As I sang the song in English, the words sunk in.  I thought of the words in a way I hadn't before.  Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, to see all that you have done and are doing for me.  Open the eyes of my heart to see Your presence is the world.  Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, to the needs around me and how You would have me serve.

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord. I want to see You.

It's Already Been a Month

It's both hard and easy to believe that I have been in Honduras for a month now.  I am settling into life here nicely.  Currently I am living in Siguatepeque and studying Spanish.  I live with a lady named Nary, and her niece, Vanessa, who is about my age.  I spend spend the afternoons taken Spanish classes, and the evenings, mornings, and weekends studying, practicing Spanish (communicating with the people around me!) and going to church.

A couple weeks ago something (I am not sure what) happened to my back and I was laid up for a few days.  It was painful and a little scary, but God was with me and he blessed me in the form of people who were here to help me.  I went to the doctor, got a lot of rest, and my back is much better and feels normal unless I try to do too much.

Siguatepeque is a very nice place to be!  It's pretty quiet and safe and it's up in the mountains so it's cooler than many other places. The past couple of Saturdays I've gone downtown and explored and done some shopping for things that couldn't quite fit in my suitcases.  It's nice to feel like I know my way around a bit.

There is so much more I could say, but a newsletter will be coming shortly, so I will save it for that!