I am quite sure that I have effectively eliminated all readers from this blog with the lack of activity. I still can't find the discipline to regularly sit and write of the events that are shaping my life and faith. That being said, I will continue to make the attempt if for no other reason than to sort through things in my own mind and use this blog as the outlet for those thoughts.

WOW! That is truly the only word I can use to describe the whirlwind that was this summer. Three months in Honduras, 144 houses built, countless families given food, clothing, and medical care, and relationships entered into that will change me for a lifetime.

I know that God has shaped me in many ways through the events of the summer and it will take me some time to process it all. One thing I know for sure is that my definition of what it means to be "blessed" has been forever altered. Do I have much to be thankful for? Yes! Do I have all of my physical needs provided for? Yes! Is that a "blessing"? I'm not as sure as I used to be. I am convinced that the things that lead us closer to God are truly blessings and I am not so sure that all of my material wealth and comfort do that. What leads us closer to God is when we have to rely on Him, put our faith in Him, depend on Him.

I want the faith of men like Job, Abraham, and Noah. I want the kind of faith I saw in people like Marta, Praxedes, and Raquel. If I had nothing would I still believe? If I were asked to leave all I had, could I do it? Would I do it? I am praying that I could.