This month we have been working at an orphanage on the
island of Ometepe in Nicaragua.
The island is beautiful and the people are awesome. The orphanage is self-sustaining and
the kids are pretty baller.
My job has consisted of a tractor ride or drive out to the
bottom of a volcano to pick up hay for goats everyday. The land works as a cooperative, so
money transactions have been rare to see.
It makes me laugh being in a super not consumerist society for
Christmas. Not to mention might be
hunting iguanas this weekend (from what I am told they taste better then
chicken).
God is moving.. I know I say this a lot, but when you put
yourself in this place everyday it is easy to see. There are things that I miss, family, friends, my bike but I
can honestly say that the experience and journey are far outnumbering the
things that hold me to the things that I left behind. I have been called into a season of joy, things are not
always easy but you learn to laugh and soak it all up.
This is a word that God kind of
pressed upon me the other night…
retreating
refuse to let out of my grasp!
With safety becoming more and more a distant memory.
song that dances undignified invading the air
before my enemies as an offering to step into the deepest depth of knowledge
and the mystery that is explanation.
I choose to climb not
knowing if I reach the summit or slip and fall into the familiar and daunting
days that I continually choose to leave in the space called my past.
NECESSITY.
PURSUER?
7-18 the last few days and it has opened my eyes to what island living is
about. It is about Being and
realizing that my eyes are set on the unseen.
I hope the holiday season has found everyone completely full
of joy and loving on friends and family.
I spend my days in tank tops and flip flops completely thankful for all
of you back home.
