Wow. What a whirlwind of a week! Was it really just 5 days ago that we first started seeing patients? By noon today, the clinic doors were closed, the pharmacy boxed up, and the truck mostly loaded.
Lunch was a little tearful, as we learned that all the baseball gear that our supporters (our faithful prayer warriors at home) had helped to gather was an answer to prayer. We thought we were bringing gear to help Mary's vision of a successful VBS program idea. It seems the community outreach here has been praying for some time to establish a local baseball league as a means of youth ministry. We're leaving behind so much more than bats, balls, and gloves. We're leaving the tools this community had specifically prayed for to reach young people of Matasanos and the surrounding area. Yet again, God has revealed to us how all of the puzzle pieces fit together when we had no idea a picture was even being formed. How humbling it is to be even a small part of that picture.
Saying goodbye is always difficult, and we've had to let all our fabulous translators return to their own lives again. Words (in English OR Spanish!) cannot do justice to their contribution to our group. Without them, we would not have been a team. Their generous hearts, their testimonies, their passion for God and for the people of Nicaragua are qualities that outshine the outstanding language skills. We may could have stumbled through the language barriers, but without our interpreters, we would never have been as capable at breaking down Satan's barriers.
It's late in Granada, and tomorrow brings zip-lining, boat rides, shopping, and PIZZA! Ah, it's beginning to feel like home. . . . .
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