Yesterday was the first day we had to do whatever we wanted for ministry because our leaders were gone and we didn’t have to do anything with the Nicaraguans. I was in a group with Sarah Cobb and Tim. We felt like God was telling us to take the road that leads to the country. Sarah felt like we needed to go to a house with a blue door and that we needed to pray over a mother and her baby that was sick. We stopped at about seven houses, most of which had blue doors. We didn’t find the mother and baby, but we met several interesting people. At the first house we went to, there didn’t seem to be anyone home. We kept yelling Ë®BuenasË® and knocking on their door, but no one came. However, for some reason, we were all compelled to stay there and find someone who lived there. Eventually an old man came through a field at the back of the house carrying a machete. He was a little wary of us, especially after Tim had me ask if he lived there alone or not. However, he eventually warmed up to us and we invited him to church. We asked if we could visit him again and he said that would be great.
We still felt God calling us to continue down this road. We were walking when we heard some man yelling at us. We couldn’t see him, but he kept inviting us into his house, so we walked up to the house and stepped in. He greeted us like he had been expecting us to come over. He talked and talked about a lot of things that I didn’t really understand. He said something about a storm in Managua that killed thousands of people and about how he liked to read the bible. I tried to ask him what his favorite verse was but he didn’t understand me and turned to Tim and told him I was crazy. The last house we visited was about an hour out in the country. It was a cute house of whitewashed boards with aqua shutters and doors and a tile roof. There we met an old woman who was spending the day working on her old fashioned sewing machine. She was very sweet but told us she couldn’t come to our church because she was working and was catholic. Tim is also catholic so he told her he was and she gave him a knowing little nod, and an extra handshake. She was really funny about it though because she turned to Sara and I and told us that Ë®I respect your religion and you respect mine, so it’s all good.Ë® She also told us about a church and barrio down the road so we decided to go check it out. We stopped at another house to ask how far it was, and we were told that it was about three kilometers. We walked for about another hour and found a church and about three houses. So we decided it was time to turn back and walked another hour and forty-five minutes back to our compound. All in all, we spent about five hours walking.
I am not sure why God sent us on our little adventure. I don’t think we did or said anything life changing. The only thing we accomplished was easing the loneliness felt by these people. They told us that they rarely had visitors and were very lonely. I feel like God was testing our faith yesterday. He kept clearly telling us to keep going. We didn’t understand why but we went anyways. Maybe we cant fully understand why he sent us out there yesterday, but I know that He will use yesterday to further his glory.
