June 1

So I’ve been negligent in my blog duties. I’m sorry, but at the same time I can’t lie… I just didn’t want to do it. Every delicious, juicy, tasty moment I have free is usually spent sleeping. I tend to put the blogging off as much as possible.

There’s a lot that has happened since I last put up a blog. The Infa has been very stressful… not even because of the kids, but because of staff that I haven’t been getting along with. This is really difficult for me because I have never had this much conflict with someone in my life. I’m learning all kind of life skills I never ever wanted to learn. Conflict is something I try to avoid at all times, but I’m glad (at least I’m trying to be) that God is helping me learn from all these difficulties.

Also, there was a girl that went missing a while back. Her name is Rixi and she’s 12 years old. She was gone for 6 days before she showed up again at her house. Here’s the story….there’s this girl that lives close to Rixi. She’s around 15 or 16 and she used to go to the Infa when I started working there. She only went a few times, but it was enough for me to get to know her a bit. She was a quiet, modest girl. She would never talk back and would always do her chore well without complaining. Her brother and sister were the same way. Then she didn’t come back for a while. I would see her sometimes, but it would be on the bus and so I wouldn’t be able to stop and talk to her. She looked completely different. She was wearing short short skirts, ridiculous amounts of makeup, and lots of jewelry. One day she told Rixi that she was going to go into town to buy stuff so Rixi went with her. In town, she grabbed Rixi and dragged her to the bus stop. Apparently this teenage girl is dating one of the bus drivers (likely to be many many many years older). They made Rixi go in the bus and rode off. They dropped Rixi off far away saying that they were going to sell her for 200 limps (approx. 10 dollars). They also said that she had to stay there or else they’d go and kill her brother. Rixi waited for a while until it was getting late and so she started walking back. For six days she walked towards home during the day and slept in the dirt by night. She walked back without any food. She drank water from the nearby rivers to survive. Honduras isn’t exactly the safest country and even so, she made it back safely. God heard the many prayers that were going up for her and he answered them, making sure she was protected. Now she’s living at the Infa. I think it’s a good idea because the parents just let her go wander the streets when she wants to. She sells food out by the hospital late at night and then has to make the long trek up to her house alone. Mirna, the “mom” at the Infa, is going to take good care of her. I went with Rixi to buy a new uniform and some new shoes. Everytime I’d see her before, her skirt would have a hole in it, or she’d be wearing sandals to school when everyone else wears shoes. Her shirt would always be dirty and her hair was never combed. Now I know that Mirna will make sure she washes her clothes everyday and that she takes care of her things.

Talk about buying her clothes reminds me of something else… I have been buying a lot of the kids uniforms and shoes lately. I haven’t before because of a bad experience when Tarynn and I tried to help one of the kids. I don’t think I’ve fully realized how much these families appreciate it. I know the kids aren’t always thankful, but the parents are. After I bought a family shoes, the kids told me the next day how happy their mom was. These parents do not have the money to support their kids. A lot of the parents at the Infa are single moms or single dads. There is this one mom I know that works hard all day selling food but only gets 30 lempira (about a dollar fifty) a day. She has 4 kids to take care of and there’s no way that she can afford to get them clothes, shoes, or stuff for school when she has to pay for food, water, and a place to stay. Sometimes I get frustrated that she doesn’t make them clean their clothes everyday, but what do I know? I always have enough soap to clean my clothes. I’ve been so blind when it’s come to these kids’ poverty. I’m beginning to realize how far my money can go for these people… now that brings me to another thought… it’s about home. I’m not ready to go back and face a certain reality that people back home are not going to care. I’ve heard other missionaries tell me that, but I haven’t actually believed it until now. I posted something up asking for help for the kids and did not receive the response I was hoping for. Maybe it’s not that they don’t care, but that they haven’t been through what I’ve been through and so they don’t understand. I admit, I don’t even understand the difficulties that these people face, but I am trying. How would I feel if I had to go to a school where everyone wore a uniform, but I couldn’t because my parent couldn’t afford it? I’d have go to class everyday with the same dirty clothes and sometimes without shoes. How would I feel if I had no pencil or no notebook to do my homework in so I’d have to just try and soak it all in? How would I feel if I had to walk to and from school in the rain with holey shoes and not have a hope in sight for new ones? I’ve never had to go through any of that, but I’m trying to understand, I really am. It’s going to be hard to go back home to the way things were and also just to society in general. It’s going to be hard to accept these things and the fact that people at home may not want to understand, but I’m glad that I’m realizing that now so that I can prepare myself when I return.

May 18

I was combing through Rosita’s hair and she was telling me about her day. As I started to braid her hair, I commented on how pretty her hair was. She thanked me politely and then she shared her thoughts with me. “I’m going to change my name to Ingris,” she said to me very decidedly. I was surprised at the random change of subject and the choice of name. I asked her why she wanted to do that. I told her that I thought her name was very pretty. She politely thanked me again, but she didn’t agree at all. She then explained what steps she was going to take to make it happen. The steps pretty much turned into one step which was talking to her dad. She explained that she was going to go to her dad and tell him that he should change her name to Ingris. She seemed very serious. I reassured her again that I really liked the name that she had, but she was very determined. Aren’t we all like that? Haha, here I go taking lessons out of everything. We’re determined to change ourselves even when it’s the way God made us. Even if we don’t think that we’re beautiful or if we think low of ourselves, there’s always that One person who thinks we’re perfect just the way we are and we should be able to accept that and see how things are great just the way they are. Rositas parents probably would not appreciate the fact that she wanted to change the name that they had chosen for her… and I think the same thing goes for our heavenly Father. Have we ever stopped to think how God feels when we say that we want Him to change who we are when He Himself made us that way, a work of art? Anyways… just something to think about.

May 16

One of the kids knocked on my door today and came in with a bloody hand and knee. As I cleaned him up, I asked him what had happened. He said that he was biking down the side of the road with another boy and a bus came by and opened the door right when they passed him. The door hit him, he fell off the bike and the bus kept going. Marvin was telling me that he wasn’t even biking on the road, he was on the grass completely. It made me so angry that they could do that. Actually one of the kids at the school died this year because a car had hit him. I’m so thankful that at he wasn’t injured any more than he was. Stupid Honduran bus drivers. It makes me so angry.