It has been brought to my attention by my loving mother that my blog needs to be updated. I just want to take a moment to apologize to all of my faithful readers who dutifully check each morning to see if I've posted something inspiring and insightful to go along with their Wheaties. No, really. I have wanted to blog but haven't had the time or energy. On Sunday I returned from a relaxing vacation on Roatan. It was my second time on the island.
Beautiful is an inadequate word to describe this place. There is ugliness too. I suppose life is a dichotomy of beauty and filth. It's like trash caught in the seaweed along the beach; God's perfect creation littered and ruined by man's pathetic inventions. I walked the beach, collected coral and shells, watched the sun set, and gazed into the starry heavens, yet all of this was tainted by the presence of man.
I was still able to get a taste of heaven. Now I'm back at the Hogar, five months down and four to go. Sometimes I don't know how to keep going, and others I'm not sure how I would be going without this. These kids are taking a part of me, but I don't want it back. I suppose a part of me will always be in Honduras.
