Returning to Civilization

Awake

        One becomes aware of waking, perhaps alerted by the distant crowing of roosters, the raucous sound of myriad birds in the surrounding jungle, the distant roaring of the ocean, or a gecko greeting the start of a new day.  The acrid smell of fires burning permeates the air.  Dampness is ubiquitous, the pillow wet from sweat, a clamminess upon the skin.  It's morning in Honduras.

       These were my thoughts the last morning I awoke in Raista....at least for this trip. Saturday was our travel day back to civilization.  Our bags were packed and near the dock by 6am, breakfast eaten and adios said we were into the canoes and on our way.

       There was a quiet solitude as we headed for Palacios.  Everyone seemed caught up in thoughts about what's been done and what we've experienced.

       Upwards of 700 patients treated medically, perhaps another 200 for dental work.  Minor surgeries performed, bones set, lives saved and changed, and meds dispensed. Potentially 900 lives provided with clean water and now plans for more training and education.

       I am in awe of how 20 individuals, many of whom have never met each other, can come together for two weeks in pretty extreme conditions, heat, humidity and on the go for long days and there has yet to be a single, significant tense moment.  Kudos to each and everyone on this team!!

     Today the team will play a bit.  The plan is to enjoy a day of zip lining, hot springs and massage.  I am certain it will be thoroughly enjoyed by all.

       So, here I sit, on the shores of the Caribbean, listening to the waves crashing and being blessed to be alive, to be here, to be used of God in this manner.  

       Blessings one and all!!!