out how to describe our time here in Nicaragua. We live on the churches
property. They own 5 acres at the end of town. There is our house, the clinic
and covered area for church. Since there are so many children and young adults
that come to hang out on the property they also have a basketball court,
swings, and a grassy area for baseball and soccer. That also doubles as the
pasture for the bull and goats. It’s a pretty cool place to live, hot, but its
fun playing sports with the kids all day.
There is a lot more to that,
though, as we are learning. The kids come to the property to be loved. Most of
them have lost their fathers, either to the fathers dying in their 30s as a
result of working on the sugar cane plantation. Or they left to find better
jobs elsewhere. A lot of the kids also have been left with family members as
their moms leave to find better work in Costa Rica, etc. By the end of the day
we are wiped out, but it’s hard to not run ourselves into the ground. The kids
are so hungry to be loved. I’ve tried to think of a better way to convey my
hopes and prayers for this place… for these people. But this is all I’ve got:
Visions in my head blur my
sight,
But the things I see are far
beyond something that could be made by me…
God is bringing Life back to
this nation…
He is singing them back to
Him…
It’s a New Song sung by Lions…
The land is washed… fresh and
new…
The children spring up from
the ground…
The rain pours down all the
more…
They take our hands and we
dance…
We dance to the New Song sung
by Lions…
Father’s return…
One Father to Love them all…
One Father to restore what has
been lost…
One Father…
He takes their hands and
begins to dance with them as we pull away…
the New Song sung by Lions…
