Butterfly burdens

Been a long month. Lisa is stateside visiting one of our kids. Ermita's son Jorge is still fighting to be alive. Ermita's family has mortgaged their home and sold their car doing what they can for him. The hospital wants to send him home but needed a machine to breath. The also installed a chip that stimulates nerves and with a brainwave machine were able to move an arm showing there are still nerves connected to the brain.
Mariana fell and broke her collar bone and needed to be pinned, and this week
 After a great day Saturday(see below) got kids safely home in bed and sleeping. 60 seconds after the kids left the dorms this morning our little Isai comes in my room. "Papi, I have axdent". He ran by where the guys had been fixing a roof and cut his leg on the sheetmetal. Yikes. Tape him together, call a Honduran surgeon friend. He says bring him by in 4 hours... uh ok. A few moments later get a text to bring him now, sorry didn't understand your need... so we rush to his house/office and he does his skill like a master.

Not a single tear with this poor little guy. Likely very little scaring because of the stitching mastery inside and out. Then off to church. Thank you Lord... and remember we still need a tire... :) ministry run on faith in the LORD.
Sat. promised drive with family. Morning drive up the mountain on the paved road to the more northern border crossing to find a humble waterfall (20meters) and the beginning of Rio Coco. It is the frontier river that runs from us in the South near the Pacific but empties hundreds of miles north into the Atlantic as a great river basin like the Amazon. Little over an hour and 2800 feet climb only to turn off the road through a farmers field and an hour straight down the mountain on a rocky, steep, narrow, curvy, cliff hanging, paint scraping, loaded with all the kids and lunch, straddling a single desolate cow path crossing several private farms.... without a spare(blew tire on way up mountain). So I am in the middle of the tropics, with all the kids and babies, 2 hours from the nearest civilization, in a former border war zone, with no spare, sitting at the headwaters of the second largest amazonian river basin in the world, cooking hotdogs on a hotplate in the kia for the kids playing in the water... simply beautiful with plantlife blooming and butterflies everywhere... and I have internet? And faith... welcome to Honduras...

 You know you are strange and off the beaten path when the border police you asked directions from come looking for you after a few hours to make sure you are ok... only problem was had to use matches instead of kia to cook for a house of 20... the hot plate was not up to task. Beautiful there on the mountain divide of Honduras. One side of the mt goes to the pacific the other atlantic and we straddled it. Kids had a great time... cost? Half a tank of fuel, flat tire lunch and made priceless memories... one side of river Nicaragua the other

Honduras... kids fed the policemen as a thank you..