Much Needed Update

Wow, an update is much overdue!

I could spend pages and pages of how much my life has come full circle, but for now I will settle for a few paragraphs...

First, I am no longer working for Nikki Beach. In true Courtney fashion I quit my job with a huge dramatic display of emotion (found out my boss hires prostitutes everytime he visits the island from Miami, and not only promotes the huge problem of child prostitution that we have here, but also cheats on his fantastic wife). Needless to say, I am fairly certain I am no longer allowed on the property....

As is my relationship with God, when He wants to show me the light, He usually does it by first punching me in the face. Seems that is the only way that I recieve any messages, haha.

The very next day I started my work with Project Honduras. It is a non-profit organization that was thought up by a brilliant man named Joe Summers. Joe left his life in the States, sold everything he had and decided to invest all of his money into Project Honduras. He came to Roatan, and saw the immense amount of children living in extreme poverty and decided to do something about it (my kind of guy :)) . He hired on both myself and Rev. Bob to help him start the Project and we are now all working together in hopes that we will be up and running by October. The website is still a work in progress, but is http://www.hondomission.com/. Please click on and check it out!!!
More updates on the Project to come....

I took a trip to the mainland a couple of weekends ago, and as I was riding along through the mountains of jungle and valleys of tiny little villages, I realized the true depth of love and devotion that I have for this country. Honduras is not just land and water to me, it is the beat of my heart, the blood flowing in my veins, the song in my soul. Honduras is just as much a part of me as the air that I breath. My heart swells to more than I can handle with love for even the most horrendous part of the reality of this country.

We pass by a landfill where children are filling up empty bags with whatever food they can salvage. Houses made of nothing more than clay and a few sticks. Babies drinking coca-cola, because it is the only thing that is sterile. And I know that I would give everything in my being to take this country into my arms and fix every problem.

But the Lord has offered me a channel for all of this emotion in Project Honduras.

As I left the mainland and flew back to the Island, I realized that faith is much like flying. When you are on the ground, the trees and rivers and houses seem to be sparadic. Following no consistent pattern. But when you are looking at it all from above, you truly see the pattern in it all. Every single tree serves a purpose in the blueprint of the land.

And as we all stumble around on the Earth below, we can be rest assured that there is someone so much bigger than you or I that can see the layout of it all.

It is because of that assurance that my heart is finally at peace.

I am truly opening my ears and taking up my cross.