I dutifully (and even joyfully) awoke at 3:
30am. Even though our flight would be three and half hours
later, this early hour was most likely the result of the
previous week’s terrorist threat. Therefore the longer
security lines would force us to get to the airport by 4:30am.
I looked forward to even the sporadic sleep I would get later
on the plane. Everything went smoothly in Nashville.
We did encounter a delay while ready to
leave Miami. An unfortunate woman who lost her passport decided
to remain in Miami. However, because of international law, her
luggage had to leave the plane as well and the ground crew had
unload most of the luggage off the plane in order to retrieve
this woman’s bags. But this hour wait was nothing more
than a step to prepare us for “Honduras Time,” a
much slower pace that that of the U.S.
Tom did have a potential problem when
another passenger mistakenly grabbed his bag. After we had
already filed a missing luggage report, the embarrassed man
returned with Tom’s bag when he happened to open it in
order to change shirts. Alfredo Cerrato greeted us at the
airport and, along with Alfredo the bus driver, drove us to
Siguatepeque. The lush green countryside greeted us as well. It
was good to be back in Honduras.
After getting cleaned up and settling into
the same apartments as last year, we jumped on the bus, drove
through downtown Siguatepeque, and arrived at the
Cerratos’ home. Along with Jennifer and the family, Dan
and Lee Compton, the first part of our team who arrived
earlier, welcomed us all. Later, I asked Jimmy as to whether he
slept at all on the flight down. He quickly replied, “Are
you kidding? I saw every cloud!” This was his first ever
plane flight.
May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon
us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our
hands.
Psalm 90:17
