A girl in the village of Cataluna. This is the photo that tells all.
A young mother at the hospital in Tegucigalpa.
This is her baby.
One of my jobs on the trip was to shoot portraits of the women in the village. This experience hit me hard, and made me realize the reason why I am a photographer. To take a photo of someone is to say: "I care about you. You matter. You are worth something, and your life is valuable. You are beautiful because God made you. In His likeness." This is Maria. She asked me to remember her.
This is another woman of the village, Francisca. I loved her joyfulness and her entrepreneurial spirit. She owned the snack shop in the village.
The little boy who broke my heart. He was sitting in this little chair, crying. His sister told me that he was thirsty and wanted water.
Children sitting outside their home in the village.
The little boy who broke my heart. He was sitting in this little chair, crying. His sister told me that he was thirsty and wanted water.
The evening church service in the village.
This little girl played and played with her "tricycle" It had no seat and only two wheels, which did not match, one of which was broken.
On dental health day. This little girl obediently waited for us to brush her teeth and give her a fluoride treatment. The children had many holes in their teeth. When we brushed them, some of the teeth just crumbled away.
Homes in the village.
The women who came to know Jesus during our stay: Blanca, Keilin, Leslie, and Cilia.
At the hospital.
Pretty little shoes.
The moon over the village.
A loquacious little lady at the retirement home. And her little legs.
The ladies show off the bracelets they made during our time with them.
Keilin was a 13-year-old girl in the village. I have a 13-year-old niece here in the United States, and I thought of her when I saw Keilin. That could have been her. I brought a Spanish children's Bible with me on the trip and read it to the children when there was down-time. Keilin started reading along with me, and she read very well. I left the Bible with her so she can read it to the younger children in the village. She is a very smart girl, and she was happy to receive the Bible. I think that she has the potential to be a leader in the village. Prayers for her!!!
Jeilin in the sun. She is so beautiful.
Jeilin loves puppies too. My kind of girl.
This intense little girl was worried, but beautiful in the sun.
The women who came to know Jesus during our stay: Blanca, Keilin, Leslie, and Cilia.
At the hospital.
Pretty little shoes.
The moon over the village.
A loquacious little lady at the retirement home. And her little legs.
The ladies show off the bracelets they made during our time with them.
Keilin was a 13-year-old girl in the village. I have a 13-year-old niece here in the United States, and I thought of her when I saw Keilin. That could have been her. I brought a Spanish children's Bible with me on the trip and read it to the children when there was down-time. Keilin started reading along with me, and she read very well. I left the Bible with her so she can read it to the younger children in the village. She is a very smart girl, and she was happy to receive the Bible. I think that she has the potential to be a leader in the village. Prayers for her!!!
Jeilin in the sun. She is so beautiful.
Jeilin loves puppies too. My kind of girl.
This intense little girl was worried, but beautiful in the sun.
The hardworking hands of a man in the village.
A little girl at the hospital proudly showing off her sutures.
A little girl at the hospital proudly showing off her sutures.
Flossing on his own on dental health day!
I love her little pursed smile. I cleaned her teeth. 
Brushing!
Brushing!
Loved his honest little eyes.
Isolated little boy. We were not allowed to go in his room at the hospital.
Blue.
Isolated little boy. We were not allowed to go in his room at the hospital.
Blue.
We brought little gifts to the children in the hospital. This little girl LOVED the stuffed cat toy in her bag. She just got the biggest kick out of it and my meow noises.
This was a difficult photo to take. When I left, the back of my camera was wet with tears. My heart broke for this mother.
One of my favorite shots of the trip.
Angels in the sun.
One of my favorite shots of the trip.
My experience in Honduras was amazing. I am irrevocably changed by it. I felt like I was shooting with more purpose on this trip than I have been shooting for years. Or ever. I can't wait to see what God has planned for me. I am officially releasing the reigns!
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