Hi friends- you’re all invited to Honduras. Or to West Palm Beach, where I spend the other half of my time, if that’s more your style. There are a few differences. This next week will mark my third trip to Honduras in the past two months. My time there is spent working with like-minded friends toward a common goal: change. Although the most change I have witnessed so far has been in myself, change is happening in the little lives, homes, and villages I am becoming a part of. My friends and I fight for this development through education—helping kids complete and graduate from high school, which is more of a rarity than one might expect. With 7 education centers affecting 19 different remote villages, 1500 children and their families are catching HOPE. This is a long-term investment, not a band-aid. We’re not looking to treat the symptoms of poverty, but the root causes. So far, it’s exciting. It’s hard. It’s promising. Education is the door to opportunity for these kids and their communities. The door is cracked open, and the light is coming in.

Before I decided to join the work in Honduras the previous years were chocked full of experiences. Some good, some bad. Some in the first world, some in the third. But without a doubt, every single one has been used to stretch me, challenge me, teach me, and mold me. They have changed me. That’s what this new platform is all about—sharing stories of change. Change in the world, and change in the self. Transformation into something better. Watching the Kingdom materialize. I have learned to treasure my experiences and the personal revision that has resulted. But, if I have learned anything, it is that the real, raw, priceless treasure is found in the dirt and among the poor. The destitute, the disadvantaged, and the dependent often have the most important lessons to teach. That’s what so attracted me to the work in Honduras in the first place: I felt hope surging underneath the gravel. We can bring change to them, and they can offer change to us. It’s a superior currency, born out of relationship. So here’s to change, in Honduras and in ourselves. And to playing in the dirt.

Here are some treasures!