Reflections with Robert Frost

Buenos dΓ­as one last time from the beautiful city of LeΓ³n! I can’t believe this is the last time I will be writing to y’all from here…(for now anyway). These two years have passed by so quickly! Once again thank you so much to everyone for your kind support in remembering me in prayers, emails, cards, etc! A favorite poem of mine since I memorized it in school has taken on a new meaning for me lately… and without further adieu, 

The Road not Taken {Robert Frost}

Two roads diverged in a yellow woods, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood up and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth.     The path looked rather predictable …  smooth… I could see some flowers along the way… there was a bench up ahead to sit on…not many rocks… most of my friends were planning to or had already taken that path…  

Then took the other just as fair and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same...      I have never been one to follow others, I would rather do something different, go somewhere I hadn’t heard much about, go against the flow, so I chose the second path. I didn’t recognize others who had traveled in that direction and they seemed to be talking a language I couldn’t understand…but I don’t usually find it difficult to talk to new people and I’ve always wanted to learn another language! the path angled up the hill and here and there it looked a little stony and rugged…but hey! the journey is about putting yourself out of your comfort zone, right?

 And both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black, so I kept the first for another day yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back…       along the first pathway lie events that will not be repeated. time and experiences that will now never be had… 

I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence, two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. The road less traveled that I chose that morning years ago has completely and totally affected me. I am not the same person I was the day I took that first step. This path I am on for now looks like it is veering back towards the beautiful Shenandoah Valley (with a slight detour through a little more of Central America). A fact that leaves me breathless with excitement, but that also leaves my pillow wet with tears many a night. I took the road less traveled by and it truly has made all the difference. I don’t know exactly where this path God has me on will take me from here but I’m excited about His hand which is guiding me! πŸ™‚ 

Blessings to you all, 

Deborah Horst 

water balloon volleyball with the youth πŸ’¦

Crammed full “bald bus” rides:) 

Having a group from my youth group in the states here was all I expected and more! 😍

To dear Sadie: I’m going to miss you like crazy!!!! Praying all goes well as you carry on the work down here! 😘

Of Sunshine and Talent Shows

Buenas Noches πŸ™‚
Saludos from beautiful, sunny Central America. We are enjoying the hot, dusty dry season currently. As I was walking down the street this afternoon, a gust of wind whipped past, hurling dust particles into any unsuspecting crevice it could find. I overheard two ladies in market today talking, discussing the affects the dust has on lungs this time of year. However, I can’t help but love this time of year! It’s a running joke among my friends how much I love the sun. I always tell them I want to get tan to look as good as them, so they frantically try to shade me to prevent that! πŸ™‚
I have been kept pretty busy lately between group, visitors, and just the day to day life of teaching my 3rd grader, and community work. Some days I want to hit the pause button and truly soak up everything that is happening. The clock of my time here in Leon is ticking along, rapidly.

The neighborhood children loved the face painting done by the girls from the group from Ephrata, PA. I thought Jaqueling did a great job turning me into a dog! We had a whole pack of us. πŸ™‚

One of my recent girls class lessons was on spiritual gifts. We were learning how to view the gift you have, and the way the body of Christ functions as a whole. A verse that stood out to me that I would like to share with y’all is 1 Corinthians 12:19 “But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased him.” It was such an encouragement to me to be reminded of the fact that God has placed me in the body of Christ where He pleased! When He created me, He placed within me the personality and resources that I would need to work for His kingdom where He called me. Today my heart was just praising the Lord for where He has placed me, for now; and I want to thank y’all, my support team, for allowing me to come here to Nicaragua. I truly am so blessed. I don’t always feel qualified to be here…so often I don’t feel I measure up to the stereotype “missionaries” fall under…but I just want to claim the quote, “God doesn’t call the equipped.., He equips the called.” (-Rick Yancey) and praise the Lord that He will give me what I need, when I need it!
Today as I was walking down the street, I noticed a guy standing on the sidewalk, conversing with some other guys who were hanging out there. I noticed a hat and three large knives propped against the sidewalk. It was at an intersection that has a stop light (one of the approx. 4 in the city), so I decided to park myself across the street to see what would happen. Sure enough, after about 15 min of waiting, (a street corner is a very entertaining place to people-watch, so I was not bored) he gathers up the knives, rolls his dreadlocks into a bun on the top of his head to put the hat on, and rolls out a unicycle (WHAT?!). He jumps up on the unicycle, and starts going back and forth a little, to stay upright, sticks out his foot, to throw his hat onto, and starts juggling these machetes! I must say, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to walk past like some of the people were doing! When the show ended, I walked over to leave a donation, and he said he was from a little country in South America. Just traveling through, he has been to all the South American countries, and now is going through all of the Central American countries. (I would have liked to look through his passport! So many stamps!!!) I thanked him for the show, and went on my way…maybe that will be my next hobby, juggling on a unicycle….We shall see, I guess:)img_1299

Visitors are such fun! I have decided I would enjoy being a tour guide! Here is a peek at a few I’ve had lately!

There is always something going on in Central Park! If not human activity, at least the birds and Cathedral are always picturesque. πŸ™‚


Thank you all for your continued prayers!!! May the Lord bless your week! – Deborah Horst

Of Warm Climate Ways


Buenas! πŸ™‚

I recently had a discussion with a friend about why Spanish is called a Romance language, and it got my mind rolling. I came up with, and shared with her, my reasoning. It must be because of the terms of endearment that are commonly used. I am called on a regular basis variations of queen, princess, love, beautiful, white girl (which is a compliment, since it is way cooler to be white then to be tan down here), and so on. At first it made me super uncomfortable because I couldn’t understand why people who didn’t know me, taxi drivers, shop keepers, cashiers, etc would be calling me these different, yet flattering, names. I have become pretty accustomed to it now, and rarely think about it when I’m referred to like that. (It also helps that they call everyone else the same things, so I realize its not just me πŸ™‚ So that must be why Spanish would be called a Romance language…because of all the “romantic” nicknames used on a regular basis.
But then I kept thinking…and I decided that it had to be because of all the friendly people who speak Spanish… (yes I am aware that I am only speaking from my tiny exposure to the people here in Nicaragua, and there are many other countries that speak Spanish…but this has been my experience) The other day I was in a different part of then I usually get to, I was in our big 15 passenger, and (thankfully) found a place to park super close to where I needed to be. I finished up my business, and returned to the van, only to realize that in my absence a horse cart had parked parallel with the hood at the front of my van. There was a motorcycle directly in front of me, and some furniture and stuff a little bit behind me…so I wasn’t sure how to get out. I sat there for a little bit with my van running hoping that whoever had the horse would see and come move him. Well that didn’t work, so I rolled my window down and asked some men who were chilling on the other side of the street if they knew whose horse cart it was. They didn’t know, but all began shouting loudly “COWBOYYY, COWBOYYYY”…well the cowboy isn’t showing up…(but with all the racket they were making he must have either been deaf or far far away) I didn’t feel like moving the horse because well, number one, I know nothing about horses, and didn’t want him to freak him and run away; and number two, I didn’t know if that was socially acceptable for me to mess with someone else’s horse. So I decided to take advantage of the fact that my dear van can basically turn on a dime, and try to get out even with the horse there. When the men saw what I was gonna do, a couple came rushing over valiantly to shout directions. With a fair amount of pulling forward and backing up and tuuuuurning and pulling forward and backing up, I managed to finally wiggle that 15 passenger out of there…and all the random strangers from across the street were congratulating me as i drove away. πŸ™‚ Then there was the time I got a nail in tire on my bike and some random fellow had noticed while the bike was parked that its tire had gone down, so he waited there to point it out to me, and then took me to the nearest bike shop to get it fixed. Or the fact that any time you are conversing with someone about directions to some place, or where you can buy this or that thing, or how to do something, everyone that is within hearing distance gathers near to give their advice and opinion. Another thing that I just love is the response I get when asking for a recipe for something. I have never received written down instructions when showing interest in some food. They always just sit down and describe exactly how they made it. (And no two people make any food the same I’m pretty sure)
Or maybe Spanish is called a Romance language because (again, at least in Nicaragua) its all about not placing blame. It is grammatically improper to say “I forgot”, the correct way would be, directly translated, “it forgot me.” Also, when accusing someone, you kinda skirt around the problem, referring to it vaguely and asking how this problem should be taken care of…you don’t (or maybe shouldn’t) directly say, “I know you did this, now fix it.”
But then, I googled why Spanish is a Romance language…and the only reason, having nothing to do with the romantic nicknames, friendly people, or unaccusing ways, is that the language comes from Rome, where Latin was spoken.
So I guess my observations in the difference in Spanish and English probably have more to do with the difference in cold climate/ warm climates then languages. πŸ™‚

On Sunday we were over in the rich part of town, because there is less traffic, and I was trying to help one of my friends learn how to ride a bike. The gated part of this community has a hill, so we went over that way so she could go down it and just focus on balancing instead of balancing and pedaling both. She couldn’t really get the hang of stopping by pulling the brakes…she would just run into things to stop…so she gets close to the bottom of the hill, and sees a bridge, but didn’t want to cross it because of the thought that she might wreck on it. So to stop, she just runs into the curb and kinda falls over. A young guy (approx 20 years old) comes walking up. He comes over and informs us that it is prohibited to fall on a bike here. We said, “whaaaat?” and he says, yes, its prohibited to wreck on a bike here! We kinda looked at him like, you’re crazy…and started to try to ignore him. Then he asks us, “Do y’all know me?” I looked at his face…but it didn’t look familiar, so I respond that no, I don’t know him. “Well have you ever seen the news? Have you heard of Daniel Ortega?” (He has been the president of Nicaragua for 10 years, and was just recently re-elected). Well of course we knew who he was… “I’m him.” The guy informs us…We looked at each other and tried not to bust out laughing…and walked away. He keeps following us, talking some broken English, and trying frantically to think of anything to talk to us about. “Do you study the Bible?” He asks me…I responded that yes, I do, and he informs me that he needs to study the Bible lots since he’s the President and all…We left him…but now always joke about the fact that we met the President of Nicaragua! πŸ™‚

Life in Nicaragua has been going really good! I had a quick trip home last month for my Grandpappy’s funeral. It was definitely an emotional weekend, but I was so thankful for the opportunity to be there! Β Thanks for continuing to remember those of us down here in your prayers!

Visitors are SO much fun!!!! πŸ™‚


As always, the children have me wrapped around their little fingers:) Esp. this little munchkin!:)

I’m always thankful for the opportunity to travel a little and see different parts of Nicaragua! The falls are Cascadas Blancas in Matagalpa, and the beach is Poneloya, Leon.img_0036

Finishing up second grade with Gloria called for a celebratory trip to the zoo, and then McDonalds afterwards for lunch:)img_0062

If you notice, the front of this cathedral is pure, new white, while the side looks very different…rather old. The city is repainting it (amidst the protests of the people). They would prefer for it to stay original and antique.



Of Baking Bread :)

Buenas! Puedo contarles una historia? Okay, maybe I should switch to English. πŸ™‚

I was given the opportunity this week, to accompany a friend to her baking class to learn to make some of the delicious Nicaraguan bread. When she called and asked if I wanted to go along, I jumped at the chance, and after switching my school duties from morning to afternoon, agreed to go with her. We rode on the back of a pickup truck over to a different part of the city; one I’m not really familiar with. When we arrived about half the class was there, and part of the instructors, but not the head chef. After waiting for about 45 min, (while the rest of the class trickled in, and Yolanda sweetly cleaned the whole room) the instructor shows up, to the hoots and hollers of everyone asking why he was late…which he gave some kind of excuse for… then we started making bread. Mountain loads of bread! After scrubbing the wooden table a second time, we poured about 12 pounds of flour into a big pile in the center of the table.


It was so fascinating to see how differently they make bread compared to how my mom taught me. We made a big hole in the middle of the flour to add the salt and sugar, and then added the dry yeast in little holes we dug all around the outside. I found it so interesting that down here we do not need to dissolve the yeast before adding it to the flour, the humidity and heat activate it once we add the cool water. Our instructor told us that up in the northern parts of Nicaragua, and in the mountains where it is cooler, they have to add warm water; but because of the temperature here we just add cool water straight from the faucet! We had to mix the dough carefully to make sure that the yeast part didn’t mix with the part that had the salt and sugar until it was all moistened. After mixing it into a dry, crumbly mixture, we kept adding water until it was the desired consistency. It was actually really nice to do it this way instead of adding the water first and then the flour, because then your hands do not get as sticky. πŸ™‚ We split the dough into about 8 different parts, and all stood around the table, taking turns kneading it. When we had mixed it sufficiently, we put it through a roller machine thing.


It was like two giant rolling pins that turned when you cranked it…this was to get all the air bubbles out of it, and mix it more. After putting it through that probably 30 or 40 times, we spread out around all the tables, and started shaping the bread. Some we did into triangle shapes with a bit of a cheese/sugar/cinnamon mixture in the center (Pan Pico). We also did one that looks like your regular dinner roll but with a dot of a flour/sugar/shortening/vanilla mixture on top (Pan de Cemitas). The last one we did was with the same filling as the pan pico, but we rolled it up into a somewhat U shape (Pan Cacho).


We put them on big trays and slid them into the (not turned on) oven to rise.


We sat around chatting until they had risen sufficiently, then sprinkled some more of the pan pico filling on top of some of them, and started to bake them. Well we tried to start to bake them…the discovery was made that the tank of gas was empty, so there was talk of having to run get it filled, but thankfully another discovery showed that there was a full tank behind some chairs. (Praise the Lord) Β  If we had thought it hot in there with about 15 people and only two fans…we were soon to realize it had actually been a pleasant 90*. Because now, it was a not-so-pleasant (this is just a guesstimate) 100+*. With that oven cranked on high, it was about unbearable. I was very thankful for my bottle of water. πŸ™‚ When they were done baking, we dumped them out on a big wooden table in front of a fan to cool them down.

We had a canine visitor who was very piteously staring through the window (see above photos) until he was finally tossed a roll, after which he was very happy. πŸ™‚ Everyone commenced to pulled plastic baggies out of their purses to collect their spoils, which we gringas were unprepared for, but a dear lady gave us an extra one she had. πŸ™‚


We caught a bus home, and our lesson was finished πŸ™‚ I have been enjoying bread with my coffee these mornings.

Bread is a sustainer of life. When the Israelites were wandering in the desert, God provided manna for them, and that was all they needed. There are many different kinds of bread. You might favor a sweet bread from here in Nicaragua, or a crusty roll from Germany, perhaps a sandwich made with pita bread from Israel, or even a delicious homemade oatmeal roll made in the Shenandoah Valley. But the one Bread we all have a common need for is not going to be found in a Panaderia. He is the sustainer of spiritual life just like bread sustains our physical lives. Being able to bake the most exotic bread in all the world will do us no good if we are not partaking of the Bread of Life that is right at our fingertips! And to top it off, when we come to that Bread, and believe on Him, we will never hunger nor thirst again! πŸ™‚ So I hope each of you dip into that unendless supply today!
Blessings to you -Deborah


My adventures recently took me into the emergency room with a friend and her sick daughter where I was granted the opportunity to sit in a chair along the hall in front of this elevator (for lack of waiting rooms, chairs line the hallways). As I sat there, I observed that the elevator is run by a guy who sits on a little stool in front of a fan, and he pushes the button to take people to the correct floor. So the next time you are feeling bored with your job…please remember the guy whose only job is to push the elevator buttons…:)


The beauty of the ocean never fails to amaze me! I praise the Lord that I live close enough to visit it rather frequently! πŸ™‚

Of Zika and Other Random Cosas

Good evening! I am currently relaxing in my hammock, listening to the rain! It was very warm today, and I am super thankful for the rain, because it has beat the heat like nothing else will! πŸ™‚ Let me fill you in on what I’ve been up to lately. πŸ™‚
The other Friday morning, I woke up with a headache. Not a super unusual occurrence, I don’t know why, but I get headaches fairly regularly, so I took some ibuprofen and didn’t think much about it. But a few hours later, when it had not abated at all, possibly even worsened, I was a little annoyed. I took a short nap, hoping that would help, but when I woke up, it was no better. Saturday morning I woke up, same story. We have a girls class on Saturday afternoons, and it was my turn to teach that, so I prayed that I would be able to focus through the pain. I didn’t stay for the project afterwards, but I at least made it through the class, (which I was very thankful for). By Sunday morning, I was concerned. There is no reason to having a headache that stretches into three days. I was wearing my glasses, drinking lots of water, taking pain meds, what more is there to do for a headache? As I was getting ready for church, I suddenly realized I had a red rash over my entire stomach. Then is when it clicked in my head that this could very possibly be the Zika virus… It is a mosquito born virus that has been making its rounds down here (it is similar to chikungunya), and mosquito bites are not at all unusual for me. The good thing about it was, I did not have to worry about passing it to people through physical contact, so that was a relief! I had been planning to start teaching school again on the next day, but the rash itched, and the headache lingered, so I laidΒ in my hammock drinking smoothies and inspecting my rash most of Monday…:) Praise the Lord, I think I am mostly over that, and it is not something I hope to have the opportunity to experience again! I believe once you get it once, the chances of contacting it again are pretty low…
So, as I mentioned before, I have started school again. This time with just one student. Gloria Miller, second grade…It is going good for the most part…pretty low key…but if anyone has suggestions of something active to do with a 7-year-old for break time…(preferably that is fun for both teacher and student, lol), I’m open to any ideas! πŸ™‚

I enjoyed a brief visit to the states the end of June/first of July. It was great to see family and friends again! (and pets:)) I am so thankful for the blessing of technology to be able to stay in contact with my family and with Nate, but there’s just nothing like being in person!:)

We took a staff trip to Granada, where we enjoyed a boat ride among the islands, spent some time in the park, and later climbed the volcano Mombacho.It is always fun to get out of our city and see other places! πŸ™‚

Have you ever wondered what your socks would look like if you ran down a volcano sock-footed instead of in shoes? It actually felt pretty good, that is, when it didn’t tickle like crazy! But the socks were rather ruined by the bottom… also…taking a feet selfie sounds a lot easier than it is πŸ˜‰


Ball game with the youth group out in Malpaisillo the other evening, when about half the team has gloves, and you’re using a baseball…it makes for an interesting time! πŸ™‚


The rain hasn’t been daily, but it has come regularly enough that its starting to turn green! Every time I go visit Dona Maria, I cannot help exclaiming over the view from her house! She has two garrobos who live in the railroad tiles to the bottom left of this picture, I tried to get them in the picture, but they were feeling shy πŸ™‚


The HerviderosΒ of San Jacinto Volcano. If it weren’t for these vents to let the hot air/mud bubble out…would the volcano erupt?


Another kitten has made its arrival at our house…will this one decide to stay with us? So far, so good πŸ™‚ His name is Moroncito Mentiroso (M&M), and he is rather enjoyable to have around (from a cat hater… yet animal lover…..I’m very torn, in that cats have always annoyed me…but this guy is really sweet…and hey…when you have basically no contact with animals…even a feline is better than nothing, right?) And incidentally, he is sitting in my lap as I write this…so I must be careful…don’t want to offend the poor lil fellow. πŸ˜‰

I celebrated my birthday in July … the next day was Jennifer Miller’s and Philip Miller’s birthdays, so we had one big party with the entire church. I managed to be (ahem) “allowed” to celebrate in the pure Nica way….baby powder gets smeared into the hair; then an egg smashed on the head; then, if you’re super lucky, like I was, and have 7 children who are about beside themselves with excitement over how much fun this is, you get even more baby powder smeared on top! I was glad the party was very close to home, so I could just run upstairs and shower immediately before I got too miserable! lol


I thank the Lord for this dear lady, and the godly influence she is to me! She definitely keeps things around here exciting! πŸ™‚


If any of you are near the Pacific Ocean in the future…keep your eyes open for a note-in-a-bottle! πŸ™‚

Thank you so much for your continued prayers, I have been dealing with a few health issues lately, but I praise God in that today was somewhat better…. Β We also are looking at being a little short on our staff in the coming months…so if any of y’all have been feeling the call to go on missions, or know someone who has, there are openings with Olive Branch here in Leon for single people, and for a couple. Have a blessed day! ~Deborah


The legend of the Sand Dollar

There’s a pretty little legend
That I would like to tell
Of the birth and death of Jesus
Found in this lowly shell.

If you examine closely,
You’ll see that you find here
Four nail holes and a fifth one
Made by a Roman’s spear.

On one side the Easter lily,
Its center is the star
That appeared unto the shepherds
And led them from afar.

The Christmas poinsettia,
Etched on the other side
Reminds us of His birthday,
Our happy Christmastide.

Now break the center open,
And here you will release
The five white doves awaiting
To spread Good will and peace.

This simple little symbol,
Christ left for you and me
To help us spread His Gospel
Through all eternity.

A funeral {In Pictures}

Hello from rainy, green Nicaragua. The start of this rainy season is making last year’s look like it did not even drizzle! It rains at least every week, if not every day. I love it! πŸ™‚
Life down here has been great! We have been rather short-staffed lately with the changeover of staff, and one family on furlough this month; but the new family arrived this week, and are starting Spanish school on Monday! My routine has been different lately, which is fun! Since all the families were away, I am not in school, so I have been finding different things to keep myself occupied.
Yesterday morning I received a phone call with the news that the nephew of a man who comes to church had died. The lady was seven months pregnant, when her blood pressure spiked, and they had to do an emergency C-section to save her life. The child’s lungs were not developed enough, and he died two days later. We walked down to their home where the vela was being held, and there was the precious little guy; wrapped in a snow white blanket.


We were served soup and pop, and then just sat around conversing a little…waiting. The mom got home from the hospital while we were there; and I thought my heart was gonna break. She walked in, leaned down and kissed her small son, and then just clung to her man and cried…Such heartbreaking sobs…I cannot imagine the pain she is going through right now. After she had said her final goodbyes, the dad took the dear little child up in his arms, covered him with a small white sheet, and carried him out to the waiting truck. A bunch of fireworks were set off as we made our way outside (short note from a gringa who is unaccustomed to this practice: not quite the sounds that make you feel good at a funeral).


The usual custom would be for all the guests to walk behind the truck carrying the coffin to the graveyard; but this family had hired a bus to haul us, so we all piled in, and went to the graveyard.


At the grave, the family and close friends gathered around for one last peek into the small coffin. img_4387

The little fellow was buried with a little pack of clothing, a small white teddy bear, and his blanket. Jason Althouse read some verses talking about how important children are to our Lord, and the importance of making sure we are ready to go Home to our Father, so we can be spend eternity with Him and our loved ones who have gone on before. As the men began filling the grave, we gathered around and sang songs about heaven.

I lift this family up in prayer right now as they are going through this rough time. It definitely was a reminder to me to be ready every day; because we have no guarantee of tomorrow!
Yesterday evening we had a youth night which included volleyball, grilled hamburgers, foursquare, and, of course, dutch blitz. πŸ™‚
I am looking forward to being home in about three weeks for my cousins wedding! I am rather excited about that!
Once again, thank you so much for your prayer support, and also thanks for sending mail! It is always a day-brightener when I get cards in the mail!
God bless y’all!

Bonus pics:


We had a glow stick-lit dinner with some of our girls class girls. πŸ™‚


We had an opportunity to go to a Mothers Day celebration with some of the girls from church whose moms were working. I thought these little ones in the Traditional clothing were too cute!


Its always a nice surprise when the pics children take on my phone turn out kinda clear! [even if it isn’t centered] πŸ˜‰


Dear Father,
Today I saw something that broke my heart. Genessa and I were riding in a bike taxi over in the rich part of town when six people ran across the road in front of us. It appeared as if four of the people were chasing two of them. As we got closer, the two men were on the ground, with the four others around them; kicking, hitting, slamming their heads onto the sidewalk. Our driver slowed down and shouted, “Que paso aqui?” “Ladrones” came the reply. Robbers. Why this was happening in the middle of the morning, I don’t know. As we continued on our way, my mind began to wonder. Who were those men? Where are their moms? Their dads? Did they ever go to Sunday School as little boys? If someone would have taken an interest in them when they were young, and taken the time to teach them right from wrong, would they have found themselves there on the hot sidewalk in the sun this morning? As I glanced back over my shoulder for one last look as we went on, I caught the younger man’s eyes; and there I saw a lost little boy, and my heart breaks for him. He was young, maybe in his late teens/lower twenties. What was Your plan for him, Lord? Whose heart did you tap on to go minister to him when he was in his young, formative years? Did they go and try? If not, why? Were they too wrapped up in their own stuff, to take a tiny little bit of time and go be Your hands and feet? To show Your love to the broken hearted little boy who just wanted to be accepted and loved by someone?
Today something else happened. A little girl lied to me. The easy way out would have been to just pretend I did not notice. To let her go home with the stolen thing. It was really trivial…I did not feel likeΒ even startingΒ to try to get it back, and really, I never would have noticed that it was gone….But I thought of that man laying there face-down and shamed on the sidewalk, and his lost little boy eyes….and I knew that allowing her to go home, and take one step farther from learning the importance of telling the truth, would just not work! So I stopped her from leaving, and tried to explain the seriousness of lying, of deceit. She was very upset that I was making such a huge deal out of a little tiny thing… She returned the stolen item, and left…still pretty upset with me. I can only pray, dear Lord, that You can maybe use that to help instill in her the importance of honesty.
I do not know what I am doing… I have only a very limited vocabulary in Spanish,…I honestly do not know much about children (literally, no experience),… I do not know how to deal with people who steal,… But, Lord, I am willing to try. I will bumble my way through situations using the words I do know, (and those You supply me with), and I will try to make a difference in one child’s life. And, Father, I ask that you use me. Direct my paths so that I can show one person how Your love has changed me, and how You can change them as well!Β Lord, if I can help one person to grow up and serve You, then it is totally worth it!

Β  Is it a bus? Is it a truck? …. It’s Super-Bus-Truck!!! Or something… πŸ™‚Β img_3483I’m so glad I get to live with her! πŸ™‚ We have so much fun!Β Definite highlight of last week was getting to see Stephanie and Kristi!