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"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." Ephesians 2:10 I have always loved this Scripture, but it has taken on a new meaning for me as I have spent the month here in Jinotega. I always believed that God had a plan for me (a future for me with special works for me to do) but being here has brought specificity to this verse because I finally understand what those works are. When I am working, serving, and loving God here, I feel an indescribable joy - a joy that I know comes only from the Lord. It is here that I feel alive, like I am doing the very thing that I was made to do. As I read Ephesians 2:10, I know what those works are that God has prepared in advance for me to do.  This is it! What I am doing here on the mission field is what God has prepared me to do. That verse is no longer a general "good-feeling" Scripture, it is a specific lifestyle that I now understand applies dire

"Man's chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever." This beautiful quote actually comes from the Westminster Shorter Catechism, and I love it's simple message. Our goal and purpose in life, that which brings delight to God and joy to us, is to glorify and enjoy Him. As I rode in the back of a pickup truck to San Antonio today, I marveled at the gorgeous countryside or rural Nicaragua. The morning sun illuminated the green mountainsides. The cool wind blew on my face. The puffy clouds rolled over the corn fields and coffee farms. I thought to myself, I am really enjoying every moment of this . When we arrived at our construction site in San Antonio, I jumped out of the truck with a sack of goodies. With much joy, I gave a new pair of shoes and school supplies to some of the children in the neighborhood. You might have thought it was Christmas day for those kids, and I can't tell you how many times they thanked and hugged me for those little black school

As I was working construction at a remote village this week, a lady approached me one day with a letter in her hand. She began speaking rapidly in spanish with a sense of urgency and importance, so I stopped shoveling and directed her to Eliud, our translator. I watched their conversation as she handed him the letter and he stuffed it in his pocket. After she left, I asked Eliud about the exchange. "What did she give you?" I asked. "These are letters of request," he answered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out handfuls of crumbled notebook paper. There had to be more than a dozen handwritten notes, each one asking us for help. When Americans come to a neighborhood to build houses, word gets around fast. And so the requests come. At the end of the day, I went with Eliud to look at two houses of families that had written us requests. What I saw took my breath away. A 10x6 foot house made of four wooden corner posts wrapped in plastic bags for the walls. A

The first thing I noticed when we reached the worksite today was the row of children and a woman sitting outside a wooden shed. Their bright smiles welcomed me, so I walked toward them and introduced myself. The woman was first to speak. "My name is Maria. This is my house and I am so thankful to God and to you for this new house you are building!" It impressed me how quickly she gave God the glory. She continued to introduce me to the five children sitting beside her, two of which were her own. They all blushed and smiled as I reached down to greet each one with a kiss. I already knew that today was going to be a great day. Our team of eleven people worked successfully today, not because we were experts at construction, but because we worked together as a functional team. Each person had something that they could do, something that they were good at. Some people measured and cut boards while others nailed them to the framing. Still others carried the boards back and fo

"Buenos dias, Angelita!" I greeted one of the precious women who works at the Mission, cooking and cleaning for all of us. She stopped in the hallway and wrapped me in a warm, tight embrace. When I asked her how she was doing, she quickly answered that her baby grandson was very sick. From the discouragement on her face, I knew that this was really bothering her. As I looked into her eyes, I remembered a prayer that I had prayed that morning. Lord, align my heart with yours. Touch my heart with what touches yours . "Angelita, I want to pray with you." So there, in the middle of the hallway, we went before the Lord together. She held a mop in her hand and I held my backpack for the day's work in mine, but our free arms were wrapped around each other in sisterly love. It was a holy moment. This wasn't on the agenda. I had a worksite to get to. She had chores to finish. Yet if you asked me about the most important thing I did today, I wouldn't talk ab

A quiet, peaceful darkness settled over Jinotega. A few stars twinkled in the twilight sky, but nothing shone as bright as the cross on the mountaintop, which illuminates every evening like the north star. Each night at the end of the work day, everyone gathers on the veranda for our devotional time. As we worshipped together, I looked around the circle at all the faces, some with bright eyes and others with closed eyes. Some displayed huge smiles while others showed sincere concentration. A gentle chill spread over my whole body, but I am not sure if it was because of the light breeze that blew through the night or if it was because of the beautiful, powerful harmonies in the songs of worship we sang.   Tears rolled down as my face as we belted out praises to the only one who is worthy of it all. At the end of this awesome week, it was the only natural and appropriate thing to do, and I have never heard it done with such passion.   Then we were asked the question, "How have

"Not much has changed in a year, has it?" Mr. Mike said to me as we drove down the main street in Jinotega. I looked around at the buildings, the cars driving by, the people hustling about. We hit a large pothole in the road that bounced our heads in unison. "No, not much has changed since I was here last," I replied. We didn't say much as we continued driving towards the village of Apanas just outside of Jinotega. When we arrived, I smiled as I recognized the familiar layout of the streets as well as the mountains and lake that characterize the village. "I'll tell you what, Mr. Mike, things don't change very much around here, but this place is different." As we drove past the rows of houses, my mind flashed back to four years ago when I first worked at Apanas. Back then, the village was smaller. It was composed of several crooked lines of shacks made from cardboard, scrap metal, and tarp. Today when we drove up to Apanas, I noticed the gli

In a hot, stuffy conference center in the heat of the day in Managua, Nicaragua, hundreds of teenagers gathered in the name of Jesus. Uplift Nicaragua is quite a bit different from the Uplift that takes place in the United States. Take away the cushioned seats, air conditioners, and fancy entertainment and you have Uplift Nicaragua-style. Even without all those things that we think we need to make teens comfortable in the United States, you still have the most important ingredients: singing praises, hearing the Word, gathering with brothers and sisters in Christ, and some friendly futbol (soccer) competition. In the States, youth groups are familiar with retreats, youth rallies, and conferences, but here in Nicaragua, the youth groups do not experience those luxuries. The youth group here in Jinotega has been looking forward to the one-day event in Managua for weeks and weeks. Uplift is a huge deal to them because all they know is their fifteen-member youth group that meets once a we

Today I became an aunt to my new Nicaraguan niece. But before you assume too much about my new title, allow me to tell you the story behind it all. Last year when I served as an intern in Nicaragua, I got to know a man named Miguel. Miguel works for the mission, and I was priveledged to work along side him often. When I was there, his wife was quite pregnant, but she did not have the baby until after I left. Yesterday, when I saw him for the first time in a year, we greeted one another joyfully. The first thing he wanted me to know was that he had a beautiful baby girl, seven months old. "She is my life, my love." He said with a huge smile. "And you know her name is Ashli. Ashli Michelle." Today, with honor and delight, I held baby Ashli in my arms. I prayed silently over her, that she would grow to know the Lord and His incredible love. As Miguel watched us, he told me, "You can be her aunt Ashli." I am honored to be little baby Ashli's aunt. Comi

In less than 6 hours, I will be rolling out of bed, lugging my suitcase out to the car, and then boarding my 5:45 AM flight for Nicaragua. This makes my fourth trip to Jinotega, Nicaragua, to work with Mision Para Cristo. I keep going back in order to find the piece of my heart that I left there the very first time. I keep going back because I feel the gentle tug on my heart for mission work. I believe more and more every day that God's calling on my life involves foreign missions someway, somehow. I also keep going back because God teaches me something new about Himself every time I go. I have made precious friendships down there that I cannot wait to rekindle and hopefully deepen to a more spiriutal level. I also go because I love the daily agenda of serving others. I wake up every day with only one thing on my to-do list: love and serve others in the name of Jesus Christ. Living like that makes me feel alive, like I'm finally doing the very thing I was created to do. As

Today I did something that I vowed I would never do. I created a Twitter account. However, I also once said that I would never get facebook, but I have found that my facebook is a great way to keep in touch and encourage other people. I once said, "I will never go to Harding University", and now it is one of my favorite places in the world. I also said I'd never get a tattoo...just kidding, I plan to keep that promise for now! But I've done many things that I said I'd never do, so you just never know. I tend to make plans and promises that I cannot assure that I will keep. I have to be careful about what I say I will or will not do because God's plans for me are often different than my own. When it comes down to the bottom of the matter, I definitely want God's plan for my life to trump the plans I have already made for myself. James 4:13-15 says, "Now listen, you who say, 'Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there,