Please.
Please.
Please.
Pray for my housing situation.
I need to stay in the house that I'm currently in, and I feel like I am facing many obstacles. I'm trusting in God to iron out all of these wrinkles, but please pray for me and for staying in this house!
For only being a two hour flight away from Miami to Honduras, yesterday was one of the longest days ever. With the travel time that it took to get here, I should be in Europe or something.
Let me start from the beginning. As many of you know, there will be a group from my church coming here on July 14th, and I was originally scheduled to arrive with the team. I changed the date of my flight to give me a little bit of time to become situated before the team comes, so I flew in yesterday, July 10th. With the airport still not officially open in Tegus, all flights have been re-routed through San Pedro Sula, which is only a mere 4-5 hours away by bus. I arrived in Miami 2 1/2 hours prior to departure, made it through customs, and proceeded to sit at my gate for a long time. A REAL long time. In fact, our flight was about 3 1/2 hours late, but I made good conversation with a group of Americans waiting to go to Tegucigalpa for a missions trip. We chatted, shared banana bread together, and as I realized that there was no way I'd be able to reach SPS in time to make my 2:15 bus, for which I was going to have someone waiting for me to pick me up at the bus station when I reached Tegus. The group I was sitting with had chartered their own van to get from the airport to Tegus and said they would give me a ride, so I was good with the situation. I tried to call Melvin from the payphone in Miami to relay the message for me to my ride (Alvin), but the phone call wouldn't go through, so I then had to call my mom to call Melvin to tell him to call Alvin to tell him that I was going to be very late, but I had a ride.
So, seems pretty easy right? Not too complicated? Well, as we touch down in SPS, I stick with the group and we get all through customs to realize that our flight was so late that their chartered van had left. It drove back to Tegus. Without us.
All of the rental places inside the airport were closed, and it was late enough that there were no more busses going to Tegus. I found myself stuck in the SPS airport with a group of 13 abandoned Americans that did not speak Spanish and that had no idea how to get back to Tegus or even how to get a hotel or taxi in San Pedro Sula.
After talking with anyone and everyone working in the airport, I had guys calling their uncles, friends, cousins, brothers, ANYONE who might have a van large enough to accomodate the team of 13 plus myself and all our luggage, that would be willing to drive us in the rain all the way back to Tegus. After about an hour, we found someone. Praise the Lord.
After talking with the team, I found out that they were staying at a church retreat center about a mile away from Pinares, and in fact at the same retreat center where Melvin was currently working with another group of Americans. I, again, made a few phone calls and got Melvin to meet us at the bottom of the mountain to show the driver where to go because I was being dropped off at my house.
Its amazing the way God uses us and puts us in exactly the right place and at exactly the right time for his purpose.
