a heart captured pt 2


It began with a return to Nicaragua. The announcement that Managua Ingles would become wahn kriol kongregayshan just two months into the assignment made me certain that the three months I originally planned to stay would not be long enough.

The householder’s response to our Kriol was incredible, and a fire was lit under each publisher in the congregation. I wanted to support this new effort, as long as Jehovah made a way. So, I went home to California for two weeks, attended the memorial with my family, and made my return to Nicaragua.

Round two didn’t last as long as I hoped. Basically, I was in the ministry, and men were cutting down trees as they were positioned on the roof. They cut a huge piece of the tree off and I caught it with the top of my foot 🙂

I wouldn’t want to scare anybody reading this, but…

literally it blew up like the Nutty Professor

And that was when it was doing pretty well. I went to two different doctors who both told me my foot was normal. Well, the second said it was just inflamed. However, I felt differently, and after struggling in a cast with no crutches and my toes exposed to the bare ground, my parents advised me to come home. I am generally stubborn and undeterred when it comes to making things work, but I agreed, although reluctantly.

There is wisdom in accepting counsel and also cultivating modesty, and I was grateful to have done so after getting the real picture of how much I would be struggling. Over 90 degrees, hailing taxis, and walking to get to meetings, buy food, get water, and keep a home, and discouragement from not being able to go out in service took its toll.

When it was time to come home, I knew it was necessary.

Admittedly, I was disappointed about how this injury affected plans, but I was relieved to be able to get the care, rest, and assistance I needed. I got that physically and spiritually soon after landing.

As soon as I got off the plane, I went to the doctor who told me I foot actually was broken and that the cast was on incorrectly. He cut it off and put me in a boot, which I wore to the convention a few days later.

Remain Loyal to Jehovah was truly incredible program. What a blessing it was to be encouraged with this information and have a sense of urgency renewed. Loyalty to Jehovah is so much more than resisting big temptations, I learned. It’s a quality, that if cultivated, affects each aspect of life, our thoughts, decisions, association, and entertainment. The video presentations, dramas, and talks were all captivating and motivating. I’m writing this months down the line, and I can say, everyone is still talking about that convention. It was a privilege to attend and be spiritually refreshed and renewed.


Loyalty has since become a subject of prayers daily.


with dad


siblings and mom





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