by cpowellhonduras | Jan 17, 2018 | Honduras, Journal, life, Love, Missions, Pastors, Pastors Training School, Trucks
When I look back and see what the agenda held for me this last week, like many weeks throughout the year, I see two things repeated over and over… Pastors and Coffee! As many of you know Cynthia and I started a Coffee Company last year with our pastors and their...
by cpowellhonduras | Jun 17, 2017 | Camp, Honduras, life, Love, Missions
Things have been crazy. Missions teams, Pastors training, visiting pastors, writing lessons, preaching,visiting more pastors, teaching homiletics and grading sermons, and to top it all off a week of Kids camp! This is what our month of May looked like this year! Out...
by cpowellhonduras | Jun 14, 2017 | family, Honduras, Journal, life, Love, Missions, Uncategorized
Many of you are thinking that this is going to be all about my life, but I actually want to give you a glimpse of someone who not only out-Hondurans me but he also out-Gringos me!! Our baby boy is growing up in what we thought would be a life full of adventure for...
by cpowellhonduras | Sep 28, 2016 | Honduras, Journal, life, Love, Missions, Pastors
Our schedule during pastors training school is a week of preparing, setting up, teaching, tearing down and leaving everything ready for next month followed by 3 weeks of traveling up into the mountain villages to visit pastors, encourage them and continue the study...
by cpowellhonduras | Sep 13, 2016 | Agriculture, Honduras, Journal, life, Love, Missions, Pastors
Growing up in a christian home I heard the Bible applied to our daily lives more often than not. God gave me parents and a family that influenced me in such great ways and have made what I do now possible. One of the verses that I grew up hearing was Matthew 5:45...
by cpowellhonduras | Sep 3, 2015 | family, Honduras, Journal, life, Love, Uncategorized
11:30 pm “Clay, I’m going to bed, my stomach hurts!” “Contractions?” “No, its weird but its not labor, I’m sure of it” After about 30 minutes I decided to ask again how she was doing (I have been annoying her because every little pain I have been convinced there is...
