God Knows Best
About two weeks ago, my team was informed that we would be packing up, splitting in two, and leaving our new home. Just when we had gotten settled, the plans were shifting.
I found out that my little half-team would be leaving the island of Ometepe and heading back to the mainland of Nicaragua to go to a town called Rivas. We would be spending the week at the house of a local pastor, a woman named Sarah who also works at Cicrin.
Not going to lie, I was a little worried about how nine girls would be fitting into a house that is normally home to one, but when we got there all my fears were...