To whom it may concern, I write to you from a farm in Nicaragua that is currently being brushed with dusky silver light from the setting sun. From he...
Beautiful blue words etched into eternity The collection of God’s treasures And the laws of blessing. For it is only in heaven That the la...
Recently I was caught in my words. It’s one of the worst feelings, to have to retrace what you say, scrambling to justify yourself after a sli...
I will bless the Lord at all times, His praise will be continually on my lips. The hernia was showing through her shirt, pulsing out of her d...
“People here believe that they can get whatever they want by just believing it hard enough. They are sick and they pray, believing that God wi...
A few years ago, I was raising money to go on a mission trip to Nicaragua with my church. It didn’t work out. Political and social unr...
“How was the race?” Is a question I have been dreading for the past few weeks. As we enter our last month and this life that was hastily c...
It’s Good Friday today. At 4:30 this morning, we climbed up a hill that overlooked all of Granada. We could see the whole city awakening...
The farm we live on in Nicaragua resides in the shadow of a volcano. I was honestly expecting something a bit more impressive than a craggy mound cove...
If the Dominican sunrise was silver, the Nicaraguan sunrise is golden. It begins around 5 am, as the dark sky becomes inexplicably streaked by...
