by Martha June

Y’all,

Wednesday marked two weeks for me moving to Nicaragua! Prayers are being answered as I have felt both peace and joy while being here. Something that could have been an emotional roller coaster has instead inspired my heart to seek God’s peace and treasure the short time I will be here. (This is not to say I do not miss people, sometimes desire air conditioning, or even get frustrated with communication. I am still human.)

The two interns and I have continually talked about how blessed we are to be placed where we are. Our host Reyna and her family are always close at hand offering whatever help (which is a lot) they can whenever we need it. We have beds, two rooms of our own, and the ability to make our own food. Reyna’s house shares a wall with the school we are working at, so we do not have to walk far on our own to get there. The fact that we are facing Nicaraguan culture together is a blessing.

There is something about God pulling you completely out of your normal surroundings that makes you more conscious of your position. Something I did not do much in the states was thanking God for all of my blessings. Sure I knew how blessed I was yet being here shows how much I really do have.

I know that is a cliche, but I am continually being reminded of the “blessings that keep falling in my lap.”

Last week was spent translating an interview for the teachers I am hoping to complete, as well as organizing a school supplies closet for the school director. The heat here has me feeling worn out pretty fast, and I honestly was wondering how I could finish. When out of nowhere, it began to pour down rain. (Oh how I love the rainy season.)

Instead of a gentle pitter-patter, it sounded like steady pounding drums.

Tin roofs are my favorite.

The rain immediately cooled everything down and calmed my mind.  Just what I needed at that moment.

I am learning on a deeper level how God sustains me. Not just in the long run, but in every passing moment. When I am overwhelmed, without energy, or feeling incapable, God is there reminding me that He sustains. So many times in my life I have had the internal struggle of not feeling “good enough.” And The Lord takes those lies and says “you are enough, you are my child. And I will be enough for you.”

God is enough and He is my sustainment.

Even when that sustainment comes in the form of rain on a hot tin roof.

Sincerely,

Nicaragua teaches you lots of life lessons.