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... and the LORD spoke to all our hearts. Unity…Love…Forgiveness. The things of Christ that make our church Bodies strong were discussed. I was told to teach of an hour unless the Spirit moved me. LOL! Well, the Spirit moved and we were there 2 hours and could have easily stayed 3! The LORD never changes…HE is compelling… and people still come so HE can reason with them. Maranatha Mary ...
Our day began at 7:20 when we
walked across the street to the restaurant by the local park. After breakfast
we took a scenic walk throughout the town of Boaco until we arrived at our
destination: Clinica Verde. There, we were oriented to the garden where we
“double dug” beds of soil so that the land would be more fertile (in other
words, the soil was too hard to ...
... site of an active volcano, which we didn't really see because of the clouds and rain...though apparently this is common. Despite the rain, we enjoyed our time. We visited a wildlife rehabilitation centre called Proyecto Asis. There we saw a variety of animals (wild pigs, iguana, monkeys, macaws, parrots, monkeys, a small boa, and some type of wild cat). Some of the animals have been there for only a few days while others have been there for years. The ultimate, of course, ...
... a teenager set about the problem with amazing vigour and determination but after an hour despite his finest efforts was unsuccessful. We abandoned all three bikes and took a passing taxi to the lagoon.
It was so worth the pain. The Laguna de Apoyo was incredible but after an hour of playing like children we had to consider how to get back to town. About an hour after that three gringos and three bikes arrived back in Granada triumphant. In a taxi. ...
... thinking about how vulnerable we were as three Americans alone in a random bus at night. Almost before I could finish the thought, the bus filled with women and their daughters. Oh, and there actually was a really large lady that sat in the front.
The lying money man never returned. The driver took us all the way to Masaya and dropped us off about a block from my neighborhood. As we got off the bus, a deep sense of relief washed over me.
As if that ...