I jumped.

Honduras was amazing, inspiring, moving, fun, hot, touching and I'll never find all the words to describe it properly.

My husband told me the other day to not expect anyone else to care as much as I do about Honduras. I was changed, not in a huge way that everyone around me is marveling about, but I was changed. I will never forget the time that I spent in that small, beautiful country.

We spent our two weeks painting the school, painting a mural, visiting the villages, fixing the local's bikes and so much cuddling, hugging and playing with the kids both in the school and locals. Trips to the beach, river for swimming, church services... it was all memorable. Being attacked by a bat (guess that's what I get for pretending my head was a banana...), making slime, alkaseltzer rockets and pop bottle rockets with the school kids, the passionate worship, campfire worship. All amazing. I took over 700 pictures and still didn't capture a tiny slice of it.

And, God was with me through it all. I was filled with anxiety before we left, and traveling. I'm not going to say that I was filled with peace the whole trip but I was shown his grace and given an amazing experience where I was blessed and cared for at all times. I was able to give my fear over to God and relax, seeing him watch out for all of us was amazing. We were supposed to leave on Sunday, however, our flight was canceled so we had to leave on Monday instead. We later found out that, as always, it was part of the bigger plan, His plan. If we had left on Sunday we would have all been stuck in San Pedro Sula as the roads to the school were flooded due to heavy rain. No Canadian with no knowledge of Honduras should be alone in San Pedro, again, it was a blessing. God always has a plan, and it's exciting to see his plan for me unfolding.

I feel a definite call on me to go back to Honduras. I don't know in what capacity, with the youth group again, or if my husband and I will just go on our own, I do believe I'll be back. The connection I now feel with the country and the people cannot be ignored, or forgotten. It's this connection that makes it hard to remember that other people just don't care as much as I do... and really, that's ok. I'm just glad that I had the chance to go and see and do and love.

So yes, I jumped and what a good jump it was.