We had the opportunity to spend a little over a week in the little town of San Jose. The town is so small that we had to stop in another town to make groceries, then take a van down one dirt road for four hours to make it there. It was sweltering hot, and we were attacked by mosquitos everyday, but there was something special about that place.
There was so much life happening around us. Just at our house, there were 2 dogs, both name Pichula. One had just had babies the second day we were there in the tiny church on the property. There were roosters, chickens, hens, and their babies following them, and there was Doris, the pig.
There was one night at about midnight, where I’ll never forget being woken up to about three horses and six donkeys trodding into the gate about 5 feet away from our tents. And then minutes later, watching Wilder shew them out and lock the gate. It was the funniest thing eveerrr.
There was one day when I was lying in the hammock reading and I heard the most incredible sound of three horses galloping so freely. The sound was tremendous and powerful! It was almost frightening! I’ve never seen horses, donkeys, and pigs just running around so freely. They belonged to people, but they just roamed the land. It was awesome.
Our days of ministry were us going door to door introducing ourselves and inviting people to church. The town was so small, that once we visited one part of the town, there was no reason to go to the others, because word had gotten out that we were there.
Church was at Juanito’s House under the tree. I’ll never forget having church under this huge, beautiful tree that provided so much shade, and then the next day having the most delicious cold coke I’d probably ever had in my life. It just goes to show that church is not just a building, but it’s the body of Christ that makes it. Souls were saved, and 7 people came to Christ under that tree.
We only got to spend a week there, but I’ll never forget that place, along with Nohemis, Wildercito, and Denar. Denar was a wobbly one year old, who would smile and run every time I made eye contact with him. Wildercito was the most beautiful six year and probably the loudest. It was his voice you would hear over everyone else’s during worship time. And Nohemis was their mother, a fiery Cuban missionary who the Lord sent to San Jose to gather His people. This lady is mi hermana! I love her! She was soooo goofy, not knowing English, but laughing allll the time about everything. Such a giggle box!
Mannnn, it’s still hard leaving. It legit doesn’t get easier. Even when living conditions are uncomfortable. It’s weird! So yeah, that happened. We’re now in San Iglesio. Let’s see what these next few weeks in Bolivia will hold!
‘Til next time! Adios!!
(Sorry about no photos.. my WiFi is a little shoddy, but the story must go forth!! Love ya!)
