For some time now I have not written down my thoughts or even sat to simply think and collect my thoughts, but this weekend I was blessed enough to stay over at a friend’s house and enjoy a day to unwind.

I have been in Honduras for just shy of 3 years now and as I reflect back on the lessons I have learned and mistakes made in ministry the peace of God floods my soul.

Through all the ups and downs God has never given up on me or stopped providing for me.  Yes it’s true that times are hard but Love never fails. 

One of the things that I do every week is go up into the mountains and work at the agricultural project that Miqueas Home has to help oversee the development of a commercial farm to generate revenue for the well being of the children of Miqueas.

Days are spent clearing land, coordinating workers, building corrals and getting our fruit groves ready for harvest.  The temperatures easily soar up to 100+ and the humidity is draining as it is near the coastal city of Tela.

However this week’s trip was different.

I spent the majority of the morning pouring out my heart to a dear friend who is a local pastor who frequently helps out at the Home.

As many of you know I am marrying a beautiful, Honduran woman who just happens to be my best friend in the world this summer and my head has been swirling with thoughts of our future life together.

The hardships of life in ministry and seeing the direct impact that our life choices in the present will affect our lives forever and even our children someday has perplexed me as of late as I posed to him the question:

“How do you willingly choose that suffering for your wife or children?”

With a glisten of tears in his eyes he shared with me the deep sorrows and heartfelt joy that he has that Yahweh has given him peace about not being able to “provide” and shower his children and wife with gifts and all the things that one notices in others.

Then it hit me.

Peace that passes understanding.

In other words,

Peace that doesn’t make sense.

I shouldn’t have peace.

But I do.

Life is literally CRAZY right now.

But there is peace over me.

Sometimes we must arrive at our breaking point before we experience the healing that we have ached for.

I don’t have the solution other than to trust, but Cynthia and I are both here and trusting that God will make a way for us to live, work and live ministry here in Honduras.

Thank you to all the loyal friends and family who support us day in and out with prayer and with financial support.  Know that we are forever grateful to you for your willingness to be used by God through us here in Honduras!

Grace and Peace,

-Clay-