If hell was personalized...my hell would be cold, windy, frozen, icey. So basically it would be like today. When the snow comes, I think happy thoughts. I think of a place where "the beer flows like wine, and the women flock like the salmon on the island of capastrono" --No actually, I think of Nicaragua.
I think of all the beautiful green hills, the smelly cars, and the heat. The heat that makes your clothes stick to you or right when you get out of the cold shower; you sweat instantly. Some of my favorite times was when I would take a siesta and lay in bed with the fan blowing on me full blast. It still didn't help, but to think about that heat, makes me smile.
I know I was born to live in a hot place. Because I love it!
I am just waiting for Jesus to send me to the Middle East, Carribiean, or Central America. Anywhere hot, basically.
This is a random blog.
I miss the people. I miss the relationships that I made there. But I was so encouraged that no one forgot me. If anything, I made MORE friends by leaving and coming back. Even the random guys in the market that I never officially met, they came and hugged me when they saw I had returned. It was great! What sweet, caring and authentic people. I am so blessed that they still write me, they still care, and still pray for me. I pray for Nicaragua. Father bless them with your presence, Rain down your love over Nicaragua. I pray for the children living in the streets, washing car windows... Bring them out of the poverty. Would you change me, so I can believe You and by your authority, "Go and make disciples..."
Thank You for Your Mercy, Thank You for Your Blood, Thank You for Your Love!!!
1 comment:
I miss my Nica Family too. I am a little jealous you will get to go in June. But maybe...Adios Pinocchio
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