prayer request

I don't know if any other missionary wife has the same feelings I do, but Thursday it was very rainy and all I wanted to do was to be able to go to church in the states. How I took for granted the paved sidewalks and parking lots back home. As usual when it is raining the pathway to the church is one big mud hole. Only Thursday it was worse than normal. As many people use the path for a garbage dump, we usually have to clean it up before people come to church. Unfortunately, on Thursday evenings when we go to church it is pitch black dark and you cannot see a thing. This past week it was raining harder than normal so the path was a river. By the time I got into the church my feet were soaked.

When it is rainy you see who is really dedicated to the Lord and church. Ther are no cars to travel in. All of our people have to walk. We had several kids waiting for us to get there and we picked up two adult men that were walking on the way to church. We had a few adults show up after we got there so for a really rainy day it was a decent attendance.

A few weeks ago we started holding a nursery on Thursday evenings for ages 5 and under. We started it for Joey who can't sit well for more than 30 minutes of preaching. Also if other kids are there they are usually permitted (by their parents) to play in the back of the auditorium and if this happens then Joey who may have been sitting good ceases to do so. This week we had 7 kids in the nursery and the adults had a lot more peace in the service. The kids do stay for the song and prayer service though.

This week a young man that normally doesn't get home from work in time for the services was there. Esperanza's man (to read Esperanza's story see old blogs from around March to June of 2006), Osmin, was saved a few months ago and was baptized last baptismal service. He and Esperanza and trying to start the process to get married. Anyway, he came on Thursday night and asked prayer that his mom would come to church. What a blessing to see someone leave the wicked lifestyle he was living and not only get saved, but become faithful to the things of God and be a witness to his family.

I was having a pity party that night with my cold, wet feet. After hearing that prayer request I was glad that we were in Honduras and not in the states.