God in the little things and We´re not so good at the metric system.

Making a volcanoe of conrete to start on the wall.

The church ladies making donuts in the class room.

Kids Day at Mogote church.


Fixing the tire.

We went to start a construction in Mogote today. We’ll be attempting to finish the classroom walls all the way up to the ceiling so it will be less noisy during bible class. Luckily Darwin didn’t have school today so he could help us round up materials. We went to the ferreteria (hardware store) and on the first load picked up 50 cement blocks and 4 bags of cemento. We drove up the mountain and dropped off our supplies at the church building. We returned to the ferreteria to buy some sand to mix with the cemento to make the mortar.

Oh the metric system… so we ordered a meter of sand, not really knowing what that meant exactly, backed up Shakira (Amber’s Ford Ranger truck) to the sand pile and they started shoveling it in, and shoveling, and shoveling… So a meter of sand was a little more that we had planned, Shakira’s bed was overflowing with wet sand. We headed back up the mountain with Darwin driving and about half way up Shakira didn’t want to keep going. (Let me try to explain the road up to Mogote… It is like rock climbing in a car. I’m still impressed that cars still work after going up this road.) So we rolled back down the bumpy road to get a head start.

At this point I was praying that we would make it to the church. It would have been a mess to try and unload sand in the middle of the road, on a huge hill, with no shovels. We tried again and with horn blowing, and dogs and chickens scurrying out of the way, we made it up the worst part. The water truck was in the road at this point blocking our way so we got out to check on Shakira. One back tire had a huge bubble on it. Another prayer, “God, just let us get to the church.”

We made it around the water truck up another rough patch and made our way back around to the church. Relief! We had made it! We parked, went to get our shovels from inside and we hear a POP! Shhhhhhhh. (that’s the sound of air rushing J) I was so glad that God got us up to the church before that tire blew. I’m starting to see God in the little things. I’m not sure I would have ever asked God to just help get me somewhere in a car before Honduras, but I really think He is there all the time and He wants to be a part of the little things in our lives.
Raquel.