Writing poetry has been a way that I can express myself when it seems there are no other words to express how I am feeling.  The realization of the reality here in Honduras has hit me pretty hard and I've been struggling to find a way to put into words what my heart is feeling.  Not only has the realization of "their" reality been hard for me but also making the transition with our family.  Helping our children to understand what they are seeing and helping them to understand what they are feeling has been overwhelmingly hard too.  Please pray for us as we continue to make adjustments here and as the "Honeymoon" phase has worn off.  The reality here seems to have hit us pretty hard but we hold firm to our calling and know that He who started this will help us finish.  Thanks so much!

Lord, I feel so torn

In this land with such need

I feel so small

With just a little mustard seed.

Lord, I’m holding on to your word 

My little seed of faith I’ll hold tight

You said it can move the mountains

So it can surely help us fight.

To fight for Your precious children

To fight for what is right

To step into the darkness

In order to bring Your light!

Lord, apart from you

I can do nothing of eternal worth

For my heart has already broken

And could not proceed forth.

My flesh is so weak

And yet I try to do so much alone

Forgive me, Lord

For no Glory do I own.

It should be of no surprise

That I would feel so weak

And that my heart would shatter

At only just one peek.

Just one peek of your broken world

Just one peek of a broken heart

Just one peek of the greatest need

Just one small part. 

Lord, help me please,

To be all that you’ve called me to be

Lord, remind me please

That I am only little me.

Let no area be left in darkness

No matter which way I go

Even though I am so weak

Please help me to know.

Help me to better know how

Help me to better know who 

Help me to better know when 

Help me to better know You.