Epilogue

Since returning from La Villa San Francisco, many of my thoughts and prayers have been focused on the loving people there and the experiences I had while there. Others from the Mission Team have said they see the streets of La Villa when they close their eyes at night. That place and those people have left an indelible mark on my heart....and on my fellow mission worker's hearts it seems.
Growing up, missions was a big part of my church. My pastor and his wife came to our church after serving as missionaries on one of the Cayman Islands (Little Cayman). When a missionary would visit our church, my mother always made sure she had the servant of God for dinner.
As an adult, my husband and I became members of Bakerstown Christian and Missionary Alliance Church. Missions is a main focus of our denomination! I have served two different terms as Alliance Women president. Alliance Women is our women's mission group, studying different countries where the Alliance has a presence as well as praying for our missionaries around the globe. I have hosted missionaries in my home, following in my mother's footsteps.
But I cannot tell you how different it is to actually GO on a missions trip. I see things about missions from changed eyes and a changed heart now. Maybe that was one of the purposes God had in this for me. I understand so much more how being a missionary is your life, not your life's work. How being a missionary is so much more about what you do than what you say. How what you do impacts people for Jesus more than 10,000 words or 100,000 religious tracts.
This may be my last post about Honduras, at least for a time. I hope you enjoyed my reflections and memories as much as I enjoyed blogging about them. And I hope that sometime in the future I will have more to share about the people I love from that Central American village.