I remember

Hot sun dancing off the colorful buildings

Bicyclists and pedestrians ruling the streets

Waking up to fresh fruit smoothies

Listening to the rain roar over the terra-cotta tile roof

I remember

Weaving through the maze of fruit and meat that is the marketplace

Riding in the bed of a pickup truck through back roads

Buying salt from the rear window of someone’s house

I remember

Playing soccer in the street

Inviting kids to Bible club

Mastering the tronpo (toy top)

Trying to remember the names of children

I remember

Serving at a care home for the elderly along with ten guys on fire for Jesus

Breaking bread with believers

Playing ping pong with recovered drug addicts

I remember

Men growing in the faith

Lives transformed

The joy of unity

I remember

Addictions

Bondage

Despair

As well as

Hope

Life

Rescue

I remember the week I spent in Nicaragua. Last month I went to visit my host family in Granada. It was a good time of preparation as we prayed together and dreamed about the coming year. I am excited to rejoin them as soon as I finish raising support.