This is four of five boys that I personally have seen grow in the last four years that I know would be perfect candidates for a boys home, to nurture and guide them as they furthered their educations, guiding them in a life rich in the love of Jesus, helping to allow them to see and dream of a future they could attain. From left to right: Marco, Jerbin, Errias, Tony; they are all between the ages of 13-14 years old and in forth and fifth grades.
Friday after Pat and I staked out the corner columns for the house foundation,
we stopped by House of Hope to deliver some baby items and crib bedding and to see the kids and babies. I am happy to report, most all are doing well and were happy to see us. I was saddened to see one of Lisa’s favorites, we will call him baby “N”, is having some medical issues that are being addressed.
I am glad to have gotten to see baby “N” and would like to ask for prayers if it be God’s will, for urgency and healing to come upon this helpless, innocent, loved baby of God.
After we had a chance to spend some time in the nursery with the babies we were able to take some of the older boys swimming at our hotel, they had never been swimming in a pool before this. We had a great time playing Marco Polo, seeing who could swim the farthest under water, doing crazy dives and flips and just allowing them to be boys and have fun doing something they don’t normally get to do.
Before long, I realized we needed to get two of the boys back to HOH so as Pat walked back to the hotel, I jumped in the front seat of the taxi, the four boys piled into the back seat and we were off to HOH first, then Jerbin got dropped off were he stays and Marco at his place, now all I had to do was get back into town. Easier said than done! Maybe a mile later the taxi driver had gotten his taxi completely high centered on a rutty road with both tires spinning freely in sloppy wet Honduran mud! It was pitch black out, and not completely able to communicate in their language I decided to call my friend Osiris Sanchez. Within 15 minutes he showed up on his motorcycleta, took one look and saw his bike was not the right tool for the job and road back to HOH and got the 4×4. When he arrived back at the slough we saw another problema, the chassis was completely stuck in the mud with nowhere to tie a tow rope, so we then began to disassemble the taxi’s grill and front bumper. Once that was removed we could fasten the rope.
After the car was freed and we re-assembled the bumper and grill the taxi driver asked me to get in and he would take me home; Osiris would have none of that and he let the driver know he had taken me far enough and that he would get me home. I was back at the hotel around 9pm. Thank you Lord for surrounding me with good friendships. I am truely blessed to have people I know I can count on anytime, any reason, any place.
Saturday, Pat and I got to sleep in a little. Although our hotel has a pool and a/c, which stayed on most nights until midnight when the power goes out, then the room heats up very quickly and we are unable to sleep past 6:30-7am, so we start the day with a cold shower. And did I mention, the hotel’s wifi that never worked! That is the reason for no blogging the past three nights. Sorry. So, Saturday we got up and had coffee. We had asked Alex, Chuck and Osiris, to get together as I wanted to go over the plans for the house that my friend/retired architect drew up for me using my sketches.
I had asked to meet around 11 am, so we could look at the plans then have lunch. Well at 11:30 I started calling the guys to remind them of our plans and we were gathered by noon. When in Honduras it is like many other third world countries where time is an irrelevant thing. No problem. Mostly this was a meeting to share and discuss what we are aiming to accomplish here, to give a little clearer vision. Almost a team building opportunity and I wanted to get Alex’s thoughts on the size and scope, making sure it fit the need and would not be over built for the area. Alex then agreed the vision was a commendable one and that if he had do his place all over, it would more closely compare to what we want to do in this project.
After lunch Pat and I decided we would enjoy spending some more time wth the boys so we got permission to take one of the HOH boys along with Jerbin and Marcos with us. As God would have it three was just the right amount due to the fact we only have two bicycles and I’m not sure how I could have fit a third boy on my bike!
We got to show them the progress on the property. None of them had seen the fence, the gates, the sea wall, the beginning of the septic system, where the well will be, and the well tower and pila for washing clothes will be, along with a bathroom and a shower for the yard, plus where the house will be built.
As you can imagine they were quite excited to see “their” place being built with the understanding that they must continue to do well in school in order to be candidates for furthering their education at IVA. (Please learn more about the IVA school at http://www.reachouthonduras.org). Later that evening we were out at the property with our friend Walter and his daughter, Osiris, and another friend Willie (who works for Habitat for Humanity). While showing them the progress we got caught in a Honduran down pour and we all huddled under the shelter of the watchie.
Sunday we went to church with Jerbin and Marco then took them to breakfast. We got to expound on the good news of the gospel and they were eager to hear.
Proverbs 11:25 “He that waters shall be watered also himself”
After breakfast with the boys we noticed Jerbin was still wearing the pair of shoes I had brought down for the boys over a year ago, so we decided to take them to get a new pair of shoes. We then stopped back at HOH to talk about baby “N” before heading out to the property where we sat at the waters edge and read a little Matthew 9:27-31 and some in depth commentary.
We have only everything to be thankful for, humbled to understand that without Him I could do nothing.
Today is now Monday and we moved hotels as my usual hotel, Yu-Baiwan, had a room open up for us. So tonight you can all rest assured we are safe and securely bedded down with a US Marines attachment also based here at the hotel. They are here to build a school and help do some much needed work on the hospital. If you ask me I think there may be a bit more to the story as this area is one of the most heavily trafficked cocaine distributors in the world. Regardless, after making acquaintances with several of our service men I must admit it feels good knowing we the Americans are down here militarily to help out – we don’t get to hear much of the good stuff on our media. Why is that?
As we prepared to ride today I noticed the extra weight on the bike the day before was a bit much as my rear tire was bulging from the rim, so we spent the noon hour with my friends at the bike shop who helped me replace a broken rear derailleur the time I was through here – all for the grand total of three dollars then, and this time it was only $7 for a Knobby tire and intertube.
Bicycles are surely the affordable mode of transportation here in Puerto Lempira. I received word that our cyclone fencing is made but it missed being delivered to the port in La Cieba making the expected delivery date to the property to be moved out to Sept. 4-5? More of that “time is irrelevant” thing. So I am working on getting materials for the well tower, pila and bathroom, delivered along with the galvanized tube to build a frame to be wrapped in razor wire -it’s $500 more than 3/8″ rebar but will not rust. Pat has been working on a spread sheet for the house footings, columns and floor, so I feel our time thus far has been a gift of God.
Tonight one of our issues was to find our night time watchie a good flashlight and after finding every possible hardware, I know them all, four in total – we were told by Cenna the lady who owns YU-Baiwan, about a newer solar store that might be able to help. After going there and much discussion with Gabby the owner of El Solara, we went into the back and brought out a four battery led Rayovac covered in dust. Following some haggling we got her down to 1350 lempiras. That had to be the most expensive “foco” in all La Moskitia. Thank you brother, I’m sure Aldolfo, our watchie is enjoying it as I write.
In closing, please pray for our dear friend Katrina (former director of HOH) who underwent another operation in her battle with a brain tumor today. Praying for God to be glorified and thanking Him for all she continues to do in His names sake.
set up for a little slumber and we started to watch CNN coverage of our most embarrassing political situation, we were told they changed our gate to the “E” gates! So, we packed up again and made our way to our new fully crowded departure gate (where there was no chance to break out the Pouch Couches). We eventually got to San Pedro Sula at 11:30am as we lost an hour on the 3-1/2 hour flight; thankfully we were able to get a little shut eye on that flight. As we made it through customs and got our 4 items checked onto plane number three to La Ceiba, again we had to go through security screening, and without fail they decided to tear apart my back pack (that’s two for two). 15 minutes later I was able to call “el Hefy” over and after much petitioning to keep my bar of soap, he finally gave in, allowed me to keep my soap and let me go. Feeling a little sleepless in San Pedro Sula Pat and I spent the next hour or so, running around the terminal thinking we were missing our flight and trying to figure out what time it was, all because the time on our phones “couldn’t be correct” – there was no way it was only 12:30pm as they read-and with 32 hours and little sleep, we felt like it had to be 3 pm (our flight departure time). Well, 3pm came and went, and our flight was late. I had intended on buying materials once we arrived in Ceiba so that they could be shipped to Puerto Lempira due to expense and availability. Thankfully it was a short 30 minute flight to Ceiba and we landed around 4:20pm. We stay at the Pico Bonita Hotel; it is very close to the airport as we need to be back there by 5am Thursday morning (August 18th) for the fourth and final flight to get to Puerto Lempira.
All of the materials needed to finish the fence are in transit to the property, and with the fence nearing completion we will begin the septic system next. God is transforming this place right before my eyes – very similar to His transforming powers in my life that I have expressed during this labor of love, that will in turn eventually have transformative afffects on the children that will call this place home.

Picture of Todo (left) and Osiris (right) both born and raised in Puerto Lempira.
I will be missing these guys! I am a man truly blessed! More than ready to see my wife, little more than 24 hours I will be home. Asking for continued safety over all my friends in Honduras, including the guys working on the project. Praying for God to be glorified and praised over this vision and people to come along side us best they can.






Then you begin to hear the Miskito language and people mulling around sweeping and the power boats start their cacophony. I know this is as good as it gets for me, because that beautiful sun takes no time to burn through the marine layer, then it will be 85′ degrees feeling like 90′! Although the trip has had its difficulties so far, I am grateful God has chosen me for this role and He never ceases to surprise me with His mercy. Maybe it’s the Christian couple he sits next to me on the ride into San Pedro Sula, or the way everything arrived with me except for some new drill bits that didn’t make it out of Seattle, or the way Alex picked me up at airport to take me to the place I’m staying, only to realize the woman that owns the hotel is the very same one we purchased the land from, or how I was able to procure all the lumber needed for the forms in one stop! “Timbre” as they call it here can be a huge commodity; or how when the second day I was here my rear derailleur on my bicycle broke in two, and at home this would be a $100 minimum fix only to discover I could buy one from China and have it installed for 70 Limpera (about $3.50 US); or the way Alex was prepared to let me employ his crew – the guys involved with the on going school project, or even the fact that Cena’s son Cheldon speaks good English and final paper signing was relatively easy, with one prayer request that I would be able to stay Christ-centered as I will be meeting with Cena’s husband to negotiate access due to the fact that after said papers were signed, she told me the road leading into our property was “her property”. On another note, seldomly have I ever felt like such a rock star as when I rolled up to the House of Hope on my bicycle, and the kids went crazy. Kind of like when I see my nephews, Titus, Levi and Shadrach 😀 (making me a bit homesick). Thursday and Friday were all about measuring the property and sizing it up. This weekend I was able to get the forms, braces and stakes for the four posts made at House of Hope where I also delivered 61 onesies for the babies and another twenty where donated to Mama Tara’s (the other orphanage). On a sad note, House of Hope lost a precious new baby today and some of the form scraps where used to build the coffin.

I will be going alone and leave on the 15th of March and plan on blogging the entire way. Reason for this trip is to build (4) large 2’x 2’x 10′ high concrete property corner posts that incorporate fencing for the compound and to solidify plans to have the fence project mostly finished while I am state side helping people to see things a bit more clearly in my window cleaning business;)