Back, I'm back!

(random photo of me serving with a Medical team in the city:

not my regular job)

I'm back to regular blogging, oh, wait, I guess we will have to test that. In theory, I'm back!

Just the other day, some of us were talking about blogging and how I was so regular at blogging, at least weekly I made an entry. I never wanted to be one of those bloggers that blogged once in a blue moon, but none the less, that is what I have become. Sorry to all my loyal blog readers. I resolve to be better. For my sake and yours, God's first.

I had an extra help and push this morning to get back to blogging. I drove the morning "bus run" into the surrounding community, San Matias, to pick up all of our workers and bring them up to the Ranch. For those of you that know, a ride up that mountain is much appreciated. For those of you that have yet to experience it, there are hardly words, until you come and see for yourself.

So, on my way down to the first stop, one of our employees (I guess she had the day off) stopped me on the road and asked if she could get a ride as far as I was going on the dirt road toward the city, until I had to turn around and head back to the Ranch. Of course, I let her, her son and another young lady a new born baby have a ride. emphasis on: new born baby!

I can't hardly do justice to the undying joy that was on the dad's face! He was all smiles with this most precious creation of God, a miracle really, relaxing in the soft of his forearm. The baby was so quite and peaceful most of the trip. If you know this road, you would imagine that a newborn would make a fuss for the huge disturbances caused by the washed out road. It wasn't until just before the end this baby's first trip down the mountain that I heard a cry. A newborn cry! For mothers, you've experienced this: the cry of what I would expect from a baby arriving into the world. Obviously that baby was new, it was like he was trying to find his lungs and his cry was merely a peep of sorts, hard to describe. You've heard it, but on movies and stuff, or maybe you've heard it in real life. Cool sound, unique all to itself.

There was something overly peaceful about this cry. I can't put my finger on it. 

As I was driving back up the mountain, baby off to the city, bus full of Honduran workers grateful for the ride and surprised to see me behind the wheel (today was my first time to run the route). I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and joy in my season of life. I know that God has placed me on this remote mountain, up some tough hills, into a place that is receiving so much blessing and direction from God. These people have come to know me and I have grown to love them and learn from their selfless hearts of service.

I think that's all for now.