I have crayon under my fingernails.
My hair has dirt in it and is uncooperative.
My legs are scratched up, bug-bitten, and hairy.
I'll spare you the details about the revolt happening inside of my body.
I'm physically drained but emotionally and spiritually on a mountain top!
Sorry for the silence last week. I was on a mission trip to Nicaragua. We had one goal and one goal only: serve God.
That meant going to five church services in one week but being the church all week.
It meant entertaining 80 kids for an hour... twice.
It meant building relationships and encouraging people in what they're already doing.
It meant loving and serving with everything we have.
It meant visiting the fire station, touring the local hospital, and climbing mountains.
Let me tell you, the Holy Spirit is alive and well in Nicaragua! It was so encouraging to see!
I'm trying to get all of my thoughts into the same language. As I do that, I'll share stories and photos... so don't go anywhere!
But now... I must go to bed. Yesterday was a 22-hour travel day that included a six am pit stop because someone was bus-sick, two plane rides, and a 1am tire-change on a 12-passenger van. But we are all home safe and healthy!