These past two weeks here in Nicaragua have been indescribable. I’ve felt overwhelmed by the thought of writing my first blog post since getting here. What on earth do I say? What do I not say? How can I possibly explain in one post everything the Lord is doing here? How can I squeeze these insane two weeks into a few short paragraphs? I considered not even writing a post because of those doubts and concerns. This morning during ministry we were doing our morning chores and yard work around the orphanage, which gave me a lot of time to think about everything that has happened over the last two weeks. The word that kept coming to my mind over and over was growth. Immense growth. I kept thinking about all the ways that Jesus has stretched me through ministry, living with 15 girls, being in situations where I have no choice but to place all of my trust solely on Christ, travel days, choosing community, building real relationships with the kids and workers here even through the language barrier, throwing away the comforts of life back at home, and so much more. He is growing me. He is restoring my fear with freedom and deep rooted joy. Also, I have the most encouraging, God fearing team! These women inspire me daily and are constantly showing me how to look more like Jesus. I can’t explain how thankful I am to go through the insanely joyful times and also the painful ones with them by my side. I’m thankful for a Father who is lavish in love and teaches me that growth is a beautiful thing. He is nourishing my mind and soul and spirit. Nicaragua already feels like home. Soaking in every moment.
