Ministry Update from Sarah

It’s a beautiful Saturday forenoon; from my window where I sit at my desk I can look out across the village, cows and horses grazing, ladies preparing to cook the noon meal on their wood fire boxes, little boys walking on homemade stilts, and little girls running down to the wet-weather creek to fetch water for their mother to scrub their house. The month of constant October rains has left the village one muddy mess and we expectantly await the November winds to maybe dry the land out just a little, (and maybe, just maybe a little less rain and a little more sun) along with cooler evenings. A breeze has picked up and blows through my window across my face; outside on the porch the sound of the noisy wood planer wines as rough cut lumber is fed through the blades; the boys are working on making foldable benches for Bible classes and other group events that we host. These will be super helpful as before we have always just set up makeshift benches, stacking lumber on top of cement bags or whatever we could find that worked.We hope to be hosting another intensive discipleship course at the end of November for the people of KrinKrin as well as a few pastors and church leaders from other villages that have asked if they could attend. We will also be hosting a large meeting next week with the little churches scattered along the river that have asked us to take them under the ministries wing.

My Dad mentioned in a previous update that we were needing a new small boat motor for traveling from village to village visiting churches and pastors. We are happy to announce that we now have the motor in hand and will begin using it this upcoming week. Thank you to all who gave to help make this possible!Until next time! In Christ, Sarah Lee

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Update from Eli

Dear friends brothers and sisters,

Thank you all for your prayers and support for the work of the Lord in Nicaragua. Leah and I came back to the States for our yearly updates the first part of June. I am on my way back home now, but Leah is staying for the new grand baby that’s coming the first part of September. I apologize for not putting out an email with our plans when we first got there. I had written one and thought I sent it, but later realized that people hadn’t got it. After investigating I realized it had never sent.😞
Our daughter Lizzie who has been sick and went back to the States about 3 or 4 months ago is doing much better now. The defective heart valve that was causing her problems ended up not being the root of the problem. After much testing and searching the doctors found that she had celiac disease, which is an allergy to all wheat products and gluten. It had poisoned her system to the point where her heart is about to give out. Once she cut all that out of her diet she immediately got better and has been regaining her strength since. She will be staying in the states for a few more months to gain her health back before she comes back home.
Our time in the States has been really good, connecting with friends, family and many of yall, our support team. Thank yall for being on our team! We don’t take it lightly, that yall trust us with the responsibility of administering God’s resources the way He would have it done.
This visit I’ve been encouraged to see the amount of people who have a desire to go deeper then the normal Christianity we see a lot. I believe God is doing a work in many, bringing them to the point where they realize that the way things have always been done isn’t necessarily the way God desires it to be. But that he desires to lead and guide each one individually according to his great wisdom and knowledge, to fulfill his plans on this Earth. There is so much work to do yet, so many people that need to hear and understand what the love of Christ looks like.
 And to see Christians realize how much Freedom and joy there is in total surrender to Christ, is refreshing. I believe God is raising up a new generation that will be going out with power to fulfill His plans, as more and more are understanding that salvation is not just adding Jesus to your life, but if they want a Saviour they also need to surrender to Him and give Him permission to be the Lord of their life.
I’m also encouraged that God has made a way for us to be involved in Ministry to the Amish people as well. We were part of a four-day Spiritual Revival or Crusades in the middle of Amish Country Ohio. God is doing a great work among my people, the Amish. And I’m excited to be a part of it! There are already plans being made for next year, when we hope to have a few more of these Crusades.
I know many of you are wondering how our safety is in Nicaragua. I was all over Managua yesterday and today, and things are pretty much back to normal now by what I can see. The political unrest has definitely taken a toll, and it’s been heartbreaking to see all the chaos and destruction. But where we are out along the river everything is pretty normal. The uprising was about people trying to overthrow their president, a lot like the riots in some of the cities in the states 4 to 6 month ago. There has been a lot of violence and killing but again, there has been no direct danger to our family in KrinKrin.
 The work of leading and teaching the people of our six churches has kept us pretty busy this last year. It is encouraging to see them understand some of the foundational truths about God, and start making the right choices. In a culture where the very fabric that holds it together is total immorality and witchcraft, making the right choice often means being ridiculed and attacked by their fellow tribesmen. Satan is so in control of the culture that literally everything comes against those who choose the road of righteousness. (Like stealing or destroying everything they own, including their animals)
Thank you for your continued prayers for us and our ministry. Please also pray for the ones who are making decisions to follow after Christ. To God be the glory! Written by Eli Lee
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“What Does a Normal Day Look Like for You?” by Sarah

“What Does a Normal Day Look Like for You?” by Sarah

June 2018

One of questions I seem to get asked the most is, “What does a normal day look for you?” This is honestly a really hard question for me to answer because no one day is like any other. I don’t get up every morning and go to a routine job, and I don’t go out in the village every day and preach the gospel either. I am a person who likes schedules and organization so this can be challenging at times; but, I’m also a person who likes adventure, so it is exciting some days having no idea what the next will look like. This lifestyle has become normal and comfortable for me; it no longer seems strange to sit and wait an hour because someone is late for a meeting, or decide on the spur of the moment to pack and leave to go somewhere for a week. I like to journal and keep an over-the-top daily outline on paper of what I do each day, no rich details, just events, because details that may be interesting to the next person have just become a part of my everyday life.

So, “What does a normal day look like for me?” I pondered again one Sunday evening. How could I answer this question so constantly asked me? Maybe I could keep a more detailed journal for a week and send that as an update. This idea seemed good to me and I decided that once I was back home and more settled into “normal” life I would do just that. “Normal,” I thought to myself again, “What if something else comes up and then it won’t work?” Realizing that if I wait for something “normal” to happen I would never do it because “normal” was more abnormal than the normal abnormalness, I began to write a more detailed journal entry of that very day’s events for those of you who would be interested in hearing what a normal day looks like for me.

This ended up getting really long, but if you would like to read, feel free.

Here is a week of my “normal” life- ENJOY!

DAY ONE (Sunday June 3, 2018)

I love to sleep late on Sunday mornings. This Sunday I happened to be in Puerto Cabezas at Verbo Ministries (It is always a treat to be in Port on a Sunday to attend church services). I had come to Port for several different reasons; the first being that I needed to have some legal documents signed for the ministry, and the second being that there are some children here in the children’s home that are very close to my heart. I had also been asked to run a few errands for some friends in the meantime. I had done most of my errands the day before but had a few left to finish. I had arrived Saturday and had originally planned to stay a week but, because of political unrest, I was advised to head back as soon as possible.

I woke up at 5:30 with no sleep left in me. After a shower (showers here are always cold) I got my Bible, journal, and coffee in a rose cup (I am not a coffee drinker but this morning it seemed like a good idea) and sat on the porch to enjoy a few hours, just God and me.

At 8:00 I had a meeting scheduled at the park with the son of a friend who had sent him some money to buy her a phone. I had given him the money the day before and he hadn’t been able to find the phone his mother wanted. So, at 8:00 I left my quiet morning behind and caught a taxi to the central park where I waited for twenty minutes till Abelardo showed up. He had asked me to show him where he could find the phone his mother wanted so he could buy it and give it to me to take back with me for his mother (It would have been much simpler if I had kept the money and bought the phone myself). He was in no hurry and by the time he got his dealings done it was a few minutes close to time for church. As soon as I could get away I flagged down a taxi and headed back to Verbo. I quickly slipped on a skirt, grabbed my Bible and got to church only five minutes late.

When church let out I found one of my special little boys and bought him a snow cone from the vendor outside. I bought two more and headed over to the children’s home to find one of my special little girls (who isn’t so little anymore) and share a heart-to-heart talk and a snow cone.

After a yummy lunch with Pastor Earl and Damaris I set my mind to the document I still needed signed. After trying for an hour to get ahold of Steve, whose signature I needed, with no avail, I went back to the children’s home to find one of my little men. I had talked to the director of the children’s home and found that my little man wasn’t doing so well. I talked to him for a long time and wiped his tears and fought back my own as I encouraged him to do better in school and behave well. After assuring him that I loved him and believed he would try and do better, I walked to a friend’s house whom I believed could help me get ahold of Steve to sign the document. My friend was busy recording music with another friend but quit his work and had that friend take him on his motor-bike to Steve’s house. After showing his friend where Steve lived he came back and had his friend take me and drop me off there (confusing isn’t it?). When I got to Steve’s house he wasn’t there and his wife had no idea when he would be back, so I talked with her and asked her to please have Steve come by Verbo to sign his name. The guy with the motor-bike had already left and I had never been in this neighborhood before. I had no idea how to get back to Verbo (the guy who had brought me hadn’t followed any path but just weaved in and out between houses to get there) and there were no taxis in this neighborhood, I had to walk out. This made me a little nervous because I wasn’t sure of the path, plus it is really quite dangerous for a loan white girl to be walking in a secluded neighborhood. I followed the path Steve’s wife had pointed out to me and eventually came out to the main road where I could find my way back to Verbo.

Several hours later Steve must have gotten a little signal on his phone because he responded to the message I had sent him earlier. He arrived soon after and signed his name on the document and we visited for a while. After he left I decided I had time to read a book that I had brought along (I rarely ever read anymore, though before moving here I loved reading).

Supper at Pastor Earl’s house was nakatamal (food prepared in a large leaf) and lots of entertainment from their adorable 11-month-old grandson. Packing and a few more chapters in my book ended a beautiful Sunday.

DAY TWO (Monday June 4, 2018)

My alarm didn’t go off at 4:10 like it was supposed to. I flew out of bed at 4:49, got dressed and out the door in five minutes. A friend was waiting with his motor-bike to take me to the bus station. I wasn’t the only one late though; the bus itself was late and pulled into the station just as I did. Approximately 40 people already waited impatiently and as soon as the bus came to a stop, a mini stampede occurred. I stood back and watched for a while as everyone tried at once to squeeze through one narrow door. After things calmed down a bit I too stepped onto the already crowded old school bus. Today it was said, only one bus would be making the trip as the other had broken down. I debated climbing up on top with the cargo but decided first to see what the inside held. The aisle was full of people standing and seats occupied, only a few seats remained with backpacks placed on them showing they were reserved. The bus driver (I had been acquainted with him from previous travels) sat quietly on his seat watching as people stuffed their backpacks and bags in the overhead bin and fussed that there wasn’t more room. I greeted the driver and he replied with a friendly “good morning,” then called to a lady sitting only three seats back and asked her to remove the backpack that was beside her and motioned for me to take the seat. An hour passed and the bus filled till it seemed it would pop at the seams. We were packed like sardines on the inside and the top was also loaded with lots of cargo and about twenty-five people. Thankfully Chele is a careful driver and we made the trip from Puerto Cabezas to Waspam safely in five hours.

Upon arrival I jumped off the bus and dashed through the rain to a taxi whose driver was a friend. After he had dropped the other four passengers off, he brought me to our rented house where I left my backpack and then walked up the street to buy minutes for my phone and a few groceries for lunch. I cooked and ate a simple lunch then walked fifteen minutes to the internet café where I had a short meeting with one of the ministry board members. Afterward I slipped away to missionary friends Tom and Nutie’s house to say good-bye before they leave for vacation tomorrow. Tom generously gave me a ride back to my house where I quickly busied myself, withdrawing money at the store next door, paying the house rent, and getting the money I had withdrawn changed from dollars to cordobas because the store I had withdrawn it at only had dollars. I got back to the house and had a random lady ask me to help her with her English homework. I spent fifteen minutes trying to help a total stranger, who knew no English whatsoever, with her English homework (because when you speak Miskito, you are Miskito, and Miskito people always help each other out when they are in trouble). I then talked with a boat guy and “secured” a seat on a boat that would be going upriver in the morning.

I walked back to Tom and Nutie’s house to drop off a package for them to take to Managua for me, because there is no mail service here. Nutie dropped me off back at the house with their four-wheeler where I cooked and ate supper, packed, and curled up by the fan and read a good book, rain pattering on the dark street outside.

DAY THREE (Tuesday June 5, 2018)

This morning my alarm did go off at 4:15 like it was supposed to and I prepared for the day’s journey with final packing, heating leftover rice and beans, frying an egg, carrying water to flush the toilet, and making sure the house was presentable for the next person coming through. At 5:00 I took my bag down to the long dugout boat, then climbed the ninety-six steps back up to the house to bring my backpack. The boat driver was rather slow getting around and we didn’t leave Waspam till 7:00. We had a 40HP motor on the back of the long boat and with about a dozen people and a bunch of cargo we were loaded decently but not excessively. I chose a nice spot to sit on the four-inch board nailed along the edge of the boat. I got to ride next to the boat driver’s sister. She is a sweet lady and I enjoyed visiting with her and playing with her four-year-old son. At 12:00 we had our first rest stop in a little village in Honduras. Only two more hours in the sun (praise God we had no rain) and I was home with my family. But how empty the house felt. My parents and Lizzie and Mary are all in the States at the moment. Chris had gone upriver to visit a pastor and wouldn’t be back till the next morning, and John was out working in the jungle. After sharing a few stories with Camille, Katie, and Eva, I delivered medicine (that someone had sent from Port for their mother) up to the neighbor’s house. A large group was gathered on the porch just chatting about life, politics, crops, and the weather. After visiting with them a while I gave Daviana her meds and returned to my house where I just hung out the rest of the day playing with the neighbor girl’s sweet baby and visiting with those who stopped by the house. Rice and beans were heated for a simple dinner and after we had filled our stomachs, we had a family share time and prayer before we turned in for the night.

DAY FOUR (Wednesday June 6 2018)

In our house we have lots of adult women all involved in ministry; and along with ministry comes lots of house work. To allow each of us to be involved in the ministry that God has called us to, yet carry our share of house work, we divided it out in days. Wednesday is my day to be responsible for the house and the kids.

I got up at 4:30 to spend a little time with the Lord before the busyness of the day began. At five I found my way to the kitchen where I made a breakfast of fried beans, eggs, fried bread, and coffee, for the family and for the two guys John had hired to help him plant corn and plantains. Over breakfast I quickly cooked rice, boiled green wild plantains, and made spaghetti soup for John to take out with him to the jungle for him and the guys for lunch. After breakfast we read 2nd Peter chapter 3 for family devotions both in English and Miskito as the neighbor girl had joined us for breakfast and devotions.

After devotions the house quickly cleared as everyone went about their own business, John to the jungle, Camille to teach school, Eva to do laundry, and Katie to clean the storage room. I busied myself with washing dishes, heating leftovers (we have no refrigeration so this is the way we keep food from spoiling), loaning a friend our scales because they butchered a cow and were selling the meat, buying milk from one of the village boys, sweeping, mopping, and getting our kids (a group of fatherless children that we take care of most days) off to school.

After I had the house all cleaned and the kids sent off to school, I began cutting up and grinding the three pounds of beef that I had bought. A gang of six little boys (ages 6-8) from our neighborhood decided to drop in and hang out for an hour. A reckless bunch they are, but, if in the right mood, they can be quite sweet and fun. It is amazing what speaking positively and expecting children to be good can do to even the most misbehaved ones. “Yes, you can look at the book because you are going to be very careful not to tear it.” They were so careful!  An hour passed with Bible story books, playing fishy, and constant questions before, all of a sudden, they were gone as quickly as they had come.

It was now time to start lunch; we had fresh meat so we would have a treat. Rice, beans, plantain chips, and cubed beef chunks in tomato barbeque sauce. As I chopped, fried, and stirred I had another little fellow, with his slingshot strapped on his head, join me in the kitchen following me everywhere I turned. He had caught a dragon fly and brought it to show me. The little fellow was a nine-year-old boy disowned by both father and mother, left to be raised by his grandmother who scarcely cares for him. He often talks of suicide and death, saying life is too painful to live. As he followed me around telling me of his bird hunting expeditions and the bugs he found, it was easy to hear his cry for love hoping someone would care. I listened to his stories and tried to speak encouragement and love into his life while in my heart whispering a prayer for this poor child.

Chris had come back from Kitaski at 10:00 and joined our little group for lunch. I had cooked enough food for all our kids, expecting them to come for lunch but they didn’t show up till later in the afternoon (this is common, but if we don’t cook enough and they show up five minutes beforehand, it is much worse than having leftovers to deal with).

After I had washed the lunch dishes I set myself to cleaning the crammed little office space that seemed impossible to keep organized. All of a sudden at 4:00, I realized that I had forgotten to make bread dough, and if I wanted to make our special supper of burgers and macaroni salad I would have to bustle. I mixed the bread dough and put the macaroni, eggs, and potatoes on to boil. Chris was working on the non-functioning signal booster attached to the rafters. When disturbed, the rafters, eaten by bugs, cause a layer of wood dust to cover everything in the house, people and things alike. I served our guests ripened bananas, and at their request took photos of their new baby. I chopped onions and then realized I needed to pick more peppers, so I ran down the stairs, breaking half of the rotten bottom step off as I went (with so much rain, moisture, and so many bugs, things just seem to wear out really fast).

Right after dark, after everyone else had gone home, we enjoyed our luxurious dinner of burgers, macaroni salad, and imitation iced tea- which was room temperature (approx. 90 degrees). The boys played guitar and we sang as I washed the dishes and the other girls took turns in the shower. Us girls then sat down and redid the house-keeping schedule for the time while Mom is in the States.

We seemed to have started a tradition of reading missionary biographies every year while my parents are in the States, so Camille pulled out a book “Making Jesus Lord” and read aloud to us as we sprawled out on the floor and the bench. After a chapter, we decided it was late (9:00) and we better leave the rest for another night. We had a short share time of how our day went, what we saw God doing, and shared prayer requests. We then prayed together and each found our beds.

DAY FIVE (Thursday June 7, 2018)

At 4:45 this morning when I woke up, the first light of dawn gave a beautiful glow to the wet world outside. As I stood on the top of the steps and brushed my teeth I could hear the distant roar of yauhuk (a water fall miles away on the Waspuk river) and knew that the little river must be flooded. After a refreshing cold shower, I walked out through the drizzling rain to unlock the gates that kept out vandals during the night. Personal devotions, breakfast, family devotions, and my day was well under way. After spending half an hour standing out under a tree trying to catch just enough signal to send a small message to my parents, I decided it was time to put my attention to my little 5×8 office space that needed some organizing. I picked up my computer to put it away in its place but decided it was more important to finish some work I had left undone. So, I set my computer back on the messy desk and worked till lunch to finish my project. After a yummy lunch of squash and tomato soup with rice, (squash and tomatoes given by one of our neighbors as a gift) I put my computer away and began the tedious job of organizing the small office space. I finished the job by 4:00 with a great feeling of accomplishment.

The evening before we had decided to pick one specific person each day to pray for. Camille was the person of the day, so, having finished my work I grabbed my journal and looked for a quiet place in the children’s home to spend some time in prayer. About an hour later I came back to the house where Marcos had just come back from visiting one of the small local churches in Klisnak. We all leaned in with anticipation trying to hear the events of Marcos’ day over the pounding rain on the tin roof that kept us dry.

Eva heated some beans and set bread down for dinner, then popped some popcorn for us to snack on the rest of the evening. Another hour of story-time, a time of sharing of what each of us had seen God do during the day’s events, prayer, good-night hugs, and then we all snuggled in under our blankets with the rain still coming down.

DAY SIX (Friday June 8, 2018)

4:30 seemed to roll around way too quickly and another day began with personal devotions, breakfast at 6:00, and family devotions. The two large tubs of laundry that had hung on the porch all day the day before needed to be rehung again this morning. I scanned the gray sky looking for any little glimpse of sunshine but found none; instead it looked quite promising for rain. “Forget about rain,” I thought to myself, grabbing a bed sheet and hanging it on the line, “We need dry laundry.” I knew full well that I would probably have to take down and rehang all the laundry under cover about the time I had it all hung. Washing laundry on a washboard or on a rock in the river can actually be quite enjoyable, but taking it in and hanging it back up 4-6 times a day, or hanging it for three to four days in a row because of rain is sometimes a trying job for me. Dry season (February-April) is my favorite time of year, this being one of the many reasons; but this isn’t dry season so the battle of drying laundry is just a part of everyday life. Thankfully today even though the sun never showed its face once, the majority of the laundry was dry enough (if used within the week) to fold and put away by the time the rain started at lunch. The rest of the laundry I hung under the porch for the remainder of the day, then we would try again tomorrow.

Besides hanging and taking in laundry, I spent the rest of my day working on accounting for the ministry. This is a big job, but one the government requires and someone has to do. It seems every time we think we have figured out everything the government requires, we find out more restrictions and requirements. I think ministry would be so much more fun if there were no such thing as legal paperwork, but this too, has to be done if we want to minister here, so I spent all day in the office doing just that.

Outside my office window is a tall rose-apple (pera) tree full of bright red ripe rose-apples. I enjoyed watching all day as the village children came and asked for permission, then picked and enjoyed its juicy ripe fruit. My heart felt so full! So much has been accomplished in the five and a half years we’ve been here. There is such a thing as RIPE fruit, and the kids all love it. Permission is asked rather than constant stealing, and though it would seem easier at times to just let the children have free range to the trees, it has been a huge opportunity to teach respect (for both rules and fruit trees). As harsh and cruel as it seems to the children when we don’t permit picking the fruit when it is still tiny and green, there is so much joy in their eyes when they get to bite into a juicy ripe fruit instead.

On one occasion I had stepped out of the office into the main room to get some fresh air when I was given an opportunity to get lots of it! The neighbor’s pig had somehow found its way inside the fence and was out under the rose-apple tree digging up our yard. Eva and I decided if we chased it, it would slip out a hole, then we could close the hole up. The silly pig wouldn’t be chased but just stood there unafraid, until we started throwing sticks at it (we never actually hit it, but they all know what sticks are). The thing must have forgotten how it had come in because it just ran in circles when we chased it. By the time we gave up on the pig finding its own way out, it had gained a healthy fear of us and we couldn’t just catch it. We chased it till we had it cornered, then Eva jumped on top of it as it tried to make its escape. Eva took the back legs and I the front and we pitched him out the gate (no harm was done to the pig).

After a dinner of rice and beans, fried squash, and tortillas, prepared by Camille, we decided instead of story-time tonight we would watch a new movie that Mary had brought six months earlier. We all enjoyed the inspiring true story of “MULLY,” then talked late into the night (10:00).

DAY SEVEN (Saturday June 9, 2018)

My mom usually takes Saturday forenoons in the house, but with her being in the States I had agreed to take the job. Camille made breakfast but then left to go do her laundry and the house was mine. I had just finished washing dishes, putting the house in order, and sweeping under the house (our house is built on stilts), when Marcos came back from Kitaski (this is a village about an hour upriver from KrinKrin by boat) where he had been in an all-day meeting the day before. We quickly gathered around to hear how God had intervened against the strong opposition that had been building and had come to a head against the work there. How exciting it was to hear all that God had done in this important meeting- favor from government leaders, church leaders, and the people of Kitaski, while those trying so hard to bring the work of God to a halt there were not able to. We could finally move forward freely with the work that God had called us to do in Kitaski.

Saturday afternoons are one of my favorite times of the whole week. It is a time I try to set aside for just me and God. Around 2:00 I grabbed my Bible, journal, pens, and earbuds and headed out to the unoccupied children’s home for a quiet place to study, meditate, and pray. 5:30 rolled around really quickly and I left my place of prayer feeling refreshed and filled to the brim with God’s presence.

Chris had gone to visit a friend so we had no story-time this evening. We sat around and laughed and talked till Chris came back at 9:00 then decided it was time for bed. Despite our decision to go to bed on time, our conversations took us on into the night and at 9:30 we still found ourselves talking about God’s goodness and love. Finally, at 10:00 we dispersed and went to bed.

DAY EIGHT (Sunday June 10, 2018)

At 5:00 I woke up with the sound of Chris and Marcos moving around preparing to go visit Klisank (a village a little way down the Coco river and up a smaller river) where they had a meeting scheduled to deal with some church conflicts there. I got up and closed the wooded shutters in our bedroom, trying to block all the light I could, then climbed back into bed and slept till 8:00. After a long shower, I unlocked the gates and fixed myself a cup of coffee (coffee must be a Sunday thing).

Katie carried her computer and a CD (from Camille’s home church) out to the children’s home where we gathered to listen to a message from her pastor on “The Pleasure of God’s Presence.” After the message we shared experiences and exhortations with one another before dispersing.

After a yummy lunch of chili and cornbread with five from our family, ten village children, and a neighbor couple, we all just hung around for a while talking with those who stopped by to visit. After several hours I left Katie with a house full of children and neighbors, and found Camille to share a heart-to-heart talk. I feel so grateful to be able to have family and friends who love me and listen to my dreams and disappointments, also sharing bits of wisdom and encouragement.

A large village meeting took place this afternoon about the possibility of changing the leaders, and I decided to sit in and see what would come out of the ordeal. A lot of arguing and yelling took place and nothing was accomplished, as usual.

Chris’ meeting in Klisnak had gone well, and he came home just as the village meeting ended, so I went up to the river bank to meet him. He had brought a young couple with him who would be spending the night at our house then walking back to their village in the morning. I quickly cooked a meal of beans and rice and served it with cheese that we had bought the day before from some Spanish farmers.

Story-time was different tonight as the young man talked for hours about his childhood experiences living deep in the jungles sometimes alone for a month at a time while his father left to see after business. He spoke of encounters with tigers, thieves, wild hogs, murders on the run, and hunters who found him lost deep in the woods after dark. He spoke of carrying a hundred-pound bag through the mud at the age of ten, and being beaten by his step-father when he stumbled and fell under the weight. What hardness these experiences had created in this young man; he spoke of them with such a lightness as though they were fond childhood memories. To him they were just normal life.

Our eyelids finally became heavy and our storyteller realized it was time for bed. We spread out two foam mats in the main room for the couple to sleep on, and we each found our own beds after a short time of prayer.


And so goes another “normal” week in my life living along a river in the rainforest of Nicaragua with an indigenous people group called the “Miskito People.” I hope this has been helpful in answering the questions of what a normal day looks like for me. I hope you have enjoyed!

Note: When I read this to my siblings, their comment was, “Wow, life is so interesting when it’s written down as a story!”

God bless each of you as you go about your normal life activities. I challenge you to take at least a week to look for blessings and interesting things that God is doing in your life that you may just take for granted. I bet there are more than you realize!

Your sister in Christ, Sarah Lee

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The Importance of the OPPORTUNITY

As Christmas draws near and the much welcomed north winds blow off the river cooling everything down a bit I sit here in my tiny office space entering paperwork into the computer. The past two and a half month I’ve let stacks of receipts and papers pile up while I traveled here, there and everywhere, but now the end of the year is nearly here and ministry paperwork has to be finished in time to present it to the Nicaraguan government. I reflect back over the last several weeks as I take a small break from my work to type up a few words to send to friends and family back in the USA.
Three weeks ago I traveled back by bus from Managua the capital city to inquire of requirements of the Nicaraguan government for the ministry; Upon my return from Managua to Waspam my dad and I began talking of the upcoming largest-annual conference held by the local Moravian churches along the river. “So they still want us to come even after all the false reports that the pastor from upriver sent to the leaders?” I asked my Dad. “Yes, and they even gave us and hour two days in a row to present a drama (skit) and for me to preach,” Dad replied looking up from the paper he held in his hand. “What is the subject that they will be covering those five days?” I asked trying to figure out which drama would be best to present. “They picked a strange one this time,” my dad said laughing and scratching his head a little, “it’s Where Was Satan Born?” That’s a really strange subject to cover in a large conference,” I replied but with a thought beginning to birth into my mind. “We could make our own drama of Satan being thrown out of heaven and devising a plan of how he could deceive people and show it the first day.” “Yeah, maybe,” Dad responded seeming unsure of where I was going with this. “The second day we could follow through with an example of Satan deceiving a girl with different things like sexual immorality, addictions, fashion, etc.” I continued. “We could even add a preacher into the mix that tries to help her and ties her into the church but her heart won’t be ready to surrender her sin.” Dad chimed in catching the vision. “In the end Jesus will come in and explain to her how she can truly have victory over her chains of sin that bind her, and she’ll surrender her life to him and He’ll set her free,” I said finishing the drama that had played through my mind. “But there is one problem,” I said coming to the realization that we only had a week left before the conference; “to make the drama be really affective we’ll need to record the music and the words so that the people will be drawn into what they are seeing. Maybe if that were all Chris, John and I did this next week we could get the recording done but we wouldn’t have time to practice.” “But it would be so powerful, surely you can do it; God will help you,” Dad stated with a tone in his voice that said the decision made.
Upon returning to KrinKrin the next day, Chris, John and I spent four full days in the studio room from early morning till late at night, finishing the recordings in time to practice for two days.

Drama presentation on the second day

Mom sewed our costumes and a week later we headed back down river where nearly a thousand people had gathered to attend the conference. After much prayer we stepped onto the stage to present a visual of the gospel before many who have never understood the grace of God poured out for their lives. Though the place was very chaotic with so many people who have never been taught to sit quietly, when we set foot on that stage all eyes seemed glued, and when Dad began to teach the congregation became silent and listened intently. Nothing other than the Spirit of God could have caused so many attentive hearts and minds. We left praising God for the work he had done through us before such a large crowd.

After visiting a new missionary family located about an hour from Waspam I returned home again.
This weekend Chris, Lizzie, Marcos, a native pastor Jesse and his wife Jorianani who are staying in KrinKrin for pastor training, and I got the opportunity to go up a creek off of the main river to a small congregation to hold church service with them Saturday evening and Sunday morning. With only several dozen people we worshiped our Good Father. Sunday morning about an hour after church was supposed to have started I stood on the bank of the creek letting the cool air blow across my face and enjoyed the beauty of nature as the first members made their way toward the church house. My thoughts roamed back to the weekend before when I had stood before nearly a thousand and now I would join a few dozen, yet what gratitude overflowed from the hearts of this small congregation that we would be mindful enough of them to visit them in the mist of land conflict between them and Spanish settlers. Upon our arrival at 4:00 Saturday afternoon we had been served a large plate of rice, spaghetti and cassava (a luxurious meal for them) prepared by one of the members, followed by another large meal of rice, fish, cooked banana, and cassava at 6:00pm prepared by the young pastor’s wife. For breakfast Sunday morning after the pastors wife had fed us each a large meal another member of the church brought us each another large plate of food, still yet another member sent several plates of food and wabul (a drink made of cooked bananas), as well as some prepared turtle meat. Needless to say we were unable to eat all that was set before us. The members of that small church had shown their gratitude in the best way they knew how.

Extra food after we ate breakfast

I left that afternoon with a bunch of ripe bananas in my hand rejoicing for this small opportunity to pour into the lives of these people. God in His ever faithful way had once again spoken to me, this time through a small group of grateful people. I am not to look at the size or the greatness of the opportunity to judge its importance, but rather to accept every opportunity that He gives me and make the most of it. So today I ask myself, whether doing paperwork, visiting with a friend, smiling at a child, or on a stage in front of a thousand people, AM I MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY OPPERTUNITTY THAT GOD HAS GIVEN ME? Make the most of every opportunity because the days are evil. Eph 5:16
Today, are you making the most of every opportunity that God is giving you?

I pray each of you have a blessed Christmas.

Sarah Lee


Large Moravian conference


Church services at small village

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