Having breakfast an hour later this morning felt a little like trying to pay off a school loan with a five dollar off coupon from CVS. It is a nice gesture. It is simply, laughably inadequate against what is actually owed. Our bodies were demanding a full week of sleep and we handed them sixty extra minutes and a plate of eggs. But we shuffled in anyway, grateful for the slower start, and sat down to another wonderful meal of eggs, fresh local fruit, and the low, unhurried hu

Rain came first. Then a rainbow. Before the day was over, we watched God keep His promises in ways we never expected. We helped build a home for a single mother who had waited years, prayed with a teacher who trusted Christ as her Savior, and worshiped with believers whose joy echoed through the mountains. Sometimes God sends rain. Sometimes He sends rainbows. Today, He sent both—and reminded us that He's building far more than houses.

I thought I was traveling to Honduras to serve. Instead, somewhere over Mexico, the person sitting beside me reminded me how easily I overlook the ordinary gifts God places in front of me. By the end of the day, that lesson continued in a line of little girls waiting to have their fingernails painted. Day One wasn't what I expected—and I'm grateful for that.

It started with bread, but it became a story only God could write. From a quiet hillside homestead with a wood-fired oven to a mountain vill

High in the mountains of Honduras, our team reached the remote village of San José de Ramos—dusty roads, steep switchbacks, and all. We shared the Gospel through skits, handed out school supplies and food to grateful families, and watched joy light up the faces of children who have so little, yet radiate so much. The day ended with a stop in the artisan town of Valle de Ángeles, where we supported local craftsmen and picked up fresh-roasted Honduran coffee—souvenirs with a so

A powerful day of ministry in Honduras as our team visited a military base and witnessed how one man’s story of pain and faith opened hearts. From church services to quiet moments of worship, we saw how God uses the willing—not the polished. Cassidy’s raw testimony reached soldiers in ways words alone couldn’t. This is a story about scars, surrender, and saying yes when it counts.

What do sunscreen, a machete injury, and a youth worship night have in common? Day Four in Honduras was a day of sweat, tears, and holy hope.

She didn’t believe it was real. But today, Sonia got a house—and something more. Read what God did on Day Three of our Honduras mission trip.

With full hearts and aching bodies, we finally crawled into our bunks, the rain still falling like a lullaby on the roofs around us. Tomorrow begins construction on two homes—promises long-awaited by families who have prayed and hoped for nearly two years.

“The bags are packed, the prayers have been whispered, and the nerves are real. We’re not in Honduras yet, but mission starts long before th