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When Time Grows Wings


It had been about a few days since I had arrived at Hospital Loma de Luz when I was visiting long time missionary Iain in his office in June of 2016. Sweat was pouring down my face and my back. The humidity was suffocating. "I really think that I'm going to die!" I exclaimed. "I don't know how I'm going to survive two years in this heat!" 
"Two years is going to fly by! You're going to blink and it is going be gone already." was Iain's response. I kind of half-heartedly agreed with him all the while thinking he was a little crazy. 
Well that crazy old Scottish guy was right. It has been almost two years. Twenty one months to be exact. Time is strange here. The days and weeks are long but the months and years are short. I think I've blinked a few more times than once but those two years are almost up. 
I've spent the past 6 months praying about the future, about what the Lord wants me to do next. Do I stay at Hospital Loma de Luz longer or do I go back to the States? God made it so incredibly clear that I was supposed to come here but has not made it clear that I am supposed to move. 
When talking to a very wise friend about what was on my heart, she reminded me of my current study of the book of Exodus, particularly the very end of the book in chapter 40. By the end of Exodus, after the 10 plagues and Pharaoh finally letting the Israelites leave Egypt, the Israelites were now wandering around in the wilderness directed by the presence of God which was represented by a pillar of cloud by day and fire by night. Verses 36-37 of chapter 40 say, "Throughout all their journeys whenever the cloud was taken up from over the tabernacle, the sons of Israel would set out; but if the cloud was not take up, then they did not set out until the day when it was taken up." My friend wisely told me that until God moves, I am to stay put. He will make it obvious when it is time to move.
So here I will stay until that time comes. I officially told the hospital that I will be here for at least another year. I am happy and so excited to see how God is going to continue to work in this place over the next year! 
praying with a patient before surgery
Thank you to all of you who have prayerfully and financially support me over the past two years! I would not be able to be here without you. As you all know, this is a volunteer position and I am required to raise financial support to work here at Hospital Loma de Luz. I have to raise $1,300 a month (or $16,000 for the year) to live here in Honduras. Would you prayerfully consider continuing or starting to partner with me in the work that God is doing here at Hospital Loma de Luz? 
Donations can be made by mail or online at http://www.healthservicecorps.org/author/martin/
daily morning prayer time with the clinic patients


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