Yesterday was a little more relaxed, I stayed in a did a lot of reading and studying, and then went to the Jicaro Project and worked with that.(The amazing artisan project) Had dinner with the family that stayed with us for a bit. They were traveling from San Juan to Costa Rica, it was a nice day. Today we went to church this morning, and worked with the Jicaro project some more, helped our newest member to the "community house" move in, and later we might go the Vida Hoven's Ralley for the 5K marathon they are having tomorrow to raise money.
So church has recently been held all in Spanish. But its very lively, very Nicaraguan. Lots of clapping (not always together, because that doesnt matter) whistling, and yelling. But its awesome, you can tell its all in praise. This morning I was a little frustrated, I wanted so bad to understand. To understand the message, to understand when other people talk to me. Honestly, I was getting annoyed. Then God reminded me of the second night I was there. One of the workers they have at El Puente, took me out to the Prayer House. We started a conversation that turned into his testimony, through his extremely limited English and my extremely limited Spanish (and I mean extremely limited) but God wanted His story told. He wanted us to share how amazing He is, and He accomplished it. Language didn't get in the way. In that church service I did get the message, what God wanted me to hear that morning. That God will overcome this language barrier, and its ALL for His glory.
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