Author: Adventures

I played chicken with the train.

Ok, so I didn't really play chicken with the train. It just so happens that those lyrics are randomly running through my head. Over the past week I have been trying so hard to write my next blog. But yet, at the end of each attempt, I am completely unsatified at my attempt to capture my feelings. So as I sit here in the awesome pizza cafe, I type unscripted with the promise that I will post whatever I type this time. We are coming up on the one month mark and I can tell. The first pangs of homesickness are hitting and the bugs are starting to get on my nerves. Any chance for something...

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It’s Not All Glitz and Glamour

I've been writing about the fun and exciting things happening here, but this week has been the hardest week so far. We haven’t been doing as much physical labor. We’re still working in the garden and kitchen; weeding, watering, and taking care of tomatoes, cucumbers, watermelon, plantains (they look like a banana but they’re hard and taste like a potato), etc.  This week we worked in the morning until lunch and then had free time/ quiet time. We’re mostly doing this because our team has dominated all of the work that the orphanage had for us to do—they...

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Jamba Juice

I really think that Jamba Juice should invest in starting up a store on the Island of Ometepe, Nicaragua.            Mangos fall off of the trees faster than you can imagine and the ground is always covered with the tasty fruit (until they let out the goats who eat up about half of them).   This really is not about Jamba Juice though. It's about actions. I have come to understand that actions really do speak… maybe even louder than words. There are a few ways that I have learned this. I have spent the past three weeks on an island in...

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Jamba Juice

I really think that Jamba Juice should invest in starting up a store on the Island of Ometepe, Nicaragua.            Mangos fall off of the trees faster than you can imagine and the ground is always covered with the tasty fruit (until they let out the goats who eat up about half of them).   This really is not about Jamba Juice though. It's about actions. I have come to understand that actions really do speak… maybe even louder than words. There are a few ways that I have learned this. I have spent the past three weeks on an island in...

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Joy in Today

Joy in today. Not worrying tomorrow, or next month, or the next time I get chik-fil-a , but TODAY! This past week God has taught me the joys of living in the moment. His presence is so evident and alive when I just stop and appreciate the present. Whether it's sitting on the beach of the lake under the star-filled sky by the fire, or losing terribly in soccer to 2 teenage boys, God has somehing to teach me and show me about myself every day. God is bigger than our circumstances and is able to do far more than I could ever imagine. I can't even begin to explain how blessed I have...

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Roots.

One of my favorite things to do here at CICRIN is work in the garden. Every morning, 5 or 6 of us lady-folks head out to meet Hilario, the man in charge of the garden and spend 4 or so hours working under his instruction. We do all sorts of things: pick weeds, plant seeds and roots, hoe fields, dig holes, fertilize stuff and water the plants.   Although hoe-ing is not my favorite, it is pretty stinking rewarding! Some days, its really easy because its rained and the ground is soft. Other days, its cracked and dry and full of rocks and you feel like you work for hours and see no...

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