A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
Talk a lot, Pick a little more! (Music Man)
This week was quite witchy for being a week after Halloween. It mostly had this feeling because one of our investigators was telling us her life’s story and part of it included her 4 year old sons tragic death. She just kept commenting on how “the devil robbed me of my son.” It twas rather odd, but in the end everything worked out great and the investigator went to church with us. (but only after giving us one of her strange brews and presenting us to her similiarly, witchy neighbor.)
Did you also know about the unusual chickens here? They come in all shapes, sizes, except one: NORMAL. They’re usually bald with few feathers, or have really large hobbit-chicken feet and a tiny body. They’re actually a rather interesting variety. I just loved how the owner of the house we rent responded when we had told him about the man on top of our roof, walking in the night. He just replied and said, “Don’t worry, it’s just the chickens. In my head I was thinking “what a Chick-zilla we have!” :)
Something I really love about missionary work is seeing all the changes people make in their lives and how happy it makes me. Like when Javier just shows up to church and we didn’t have to do anything. Now, just imagine, if a little change makes Hermana Beatty happy, how much happier is our Father in Heaven when he sees us conquer our own egotism, make small changes and become more like Him. May we all change this week! :)
Christmas has arrived in Nicaragua!
hola! I'm Naomi and I love reading, my amazing family, and the color green.