Dear Friends,
Since our school only goes to ninth grade, we always have a graduation for those who finish ninth grade. Most of the time I have taught the ninth-grade students for several years as I teach seventh, eighth, and ninth grade. I get pretty attached to the students throughout the year. So, although I am proud of my graduates, I’m also sad to see them go. Please pray for Diego, Fabio, and José as they begin the next phase of their life. Pray that they will continue to grow in Christ and that they won’t forget the foundations that they have learned here at our school.
Two days after graduation, I flew back to the United States to spend a few weeks with my family, as well as visit a few of my supporting churches. Since I never had an official time of deputation before I began serving in Honduras, I try to utilize the few weeks that I come home for the summer to visit new churches and to continue raising support. I enjoy traveling and getting to connect with many people from all over. This summer I was able to visit 16 churches in Texas, Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, and Tennessee. In several churches, I not only presented my work, but also had an opportunity to teach the teenagers. It was a blessing to see two teenagers saved this summer.
As far as adventures go, let’s just say that returning to the US doesn’t mean that life gets boring. During the summer, my dad tries to travel with me, so I don’t have to go by myself. A few Saturdays ago, my dad and I set off for one of the churches. Before we left, we tried to make sure that we had everything packed. We decided to take the scenic route since we were leaving earlier than anticipated. However, we got about an hour and a half down the road when my mom messaged us. Apparently, we had left behind something very important – my dad’s suit! We turned around and met my mom about halfway to hand off the suit and have supper together. Then, my dad and I got back on the road – this time taking the interstate instead of the scenic route. We laughed at ourselves for that one. Thankfully my mom discovered our mistake before it was too late.
Please continue to pray for my paperwork. I almost had my residency in hand before I left Honduras for the summer. Everything was going well. However, the day I was supposed to go pick up my paperwork, my lawyer called me and told me that there was an error on the government side of things. My name had been misspelled. That means my paperwork has been delayed once again as we are waiting for the government to fix things on that end. Pray that the government will get their mistake fixed quickly so I can finally be finished with this process.
I am headed back to Honduras on August 8th. Please pray for us as we are soon going to be starting our next school year. Pray for the salvation of my students and for those on my bus route. Please pray that I can make a difference in their lives.
Sincerely,
Ericka Wright