Central American Adventure: Nostalgia and Nicaragua

Somehow my international travel plans for this past winter/spring got totally out of control. I looked at my itinerary and shook my head and tried decide if the appropriate response was to feel overwhelmed or to embrace it. I tried the overwhelmed option for a little- but it didn’t change anything- so I chose to jump into the excitement thrown my way- head first. What a ride it’s been!

Without further adieu- I present to you pics from Deb’s last few days in Leon. I admit I shed a few tears as I watched her part with the land, the language, and the People who she’d loved as best she could for 2 rapid years. Change may be right, but it isn’t easy. And I felt a little selfish because her friends were really sad to see her go, and I’m really excited to have her back home.



Richard and Andrea invited us to stay with them since our flights arrived in the middle of the night. We spent a leisure morning enjoying the variety of animals on the CAM base as well as the cutest tour guides around. 🙂 Miss Pogo the monkey was pretty sure she wasn’t impressed with our visit. Notice how she has her tail wrapped around Su’s arm



We made it to Grenada- and took a boat tour of Lake Nicaragua and the 80 some islands that dot her surface. The Oro Pendula de Montezuma (I think this is the right name) birds nests had me fascinated.

Oh and since it was “semana santa ” (holy week before Easter) The shore was crowded with lots of people who weren’t very victorious at holy living, I’m afraid. I was glad we had some guys along.


Sunday was a fellowship meal as a farewell for Deborah. The stuffed rice was wonderful.


Estefani’s humor: hold both Deborah and Christine’s hands, and pull them closer and closer… Suddenly small brown hands disappear and assume the 2 white girls don’t notice they are holding hands with each other… then laugh and laugh and laugh



Monday we checked a few last minute things off of Deborah’s list. Visited an old fort from the 1800s, that overlooked the City.


“Catch a dove in Central” was also on the list of unfinished business. (Kendra stayed hidden behind the safety of her camera for this one- no pigeon catching for me.)


The neighborhood children came over for a few rounds of Scum. And to build a wall of protestors in front of the gate and declare that Deborah could never leave. And to follow her like a crowd of mourners when she did venture out on the street. It was exhausting. Dear children


Nate and Angie had us over for iced coffee… and one last pic.


Yes, Leon has a special place in my heart. I’m so thankful that my brave little sis took the initiative to live here and introduce me to so many things from this culture.  My favorite being the friendly people I met. If only there wasn’t that ever present language barrier


And there’s a lump in my throat when I think how time moves on. But I’m excited too. May the next few years be as pleasant as the last.

Thanking God for His provisions,


P.S Next stop: El Salvador






Miss Farren- God’s provision for me

It’s been several weeks since I woke up with a song on my mind-on my heart really-and as I listened to the words I was singing (how does this work 🤔) I couldn’t help but smile and bask in the reassurance:

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,

God will take care of you;

Beneath his wings of love abide,

God will take care of you;
God will take care of you;

Through ev’ry day, o’er all the way;

He will take care of you,

God will take care of you.

What a promise! 

My needs really aren’t that earthshattering-in fact I wasn’t even sure if they classed as “wants” or “needs” so I chose to rest in God’s provision and wait.

I’m sure you’re aware by this time that I travel for a living and quite often, I have an entire crew of ladies heading off on a grand adventure. One of my worst fears is to be stranded out along the road some dark night. So I’m trying to decipher that fine line between a “well used” vehicle and “piece of junk”.

This summer I’m looking forward to a tour of the West-which also means lots of stress on a vehicle. So anyhow-this was the underlying thoughts behind my ponderings.

Meet Farren Bricula. My dad found her in the Fishwrapper and completely took care of pursuing her, to the point that he and Em even picked her up in my absence.

I answered the phone and watched it all progress in awe. Clearly My Heavenly Father was guiding  my earthly Father and everything fell in place.

So whenever I need a reminder that God will provide-just as he has in the past-I can look at the great white whale sitting in the driveway. 

Miss Farren (which incidentally means adventourous, the land) Bricula (By Resting In Christs Unfailing Loving Atrributes) Quite the handle, I realize, but I need the reminder.

Let the adventures continue!

With a grateful heart,


Bonus Pics:

Last weekend’s travel included visiting the little piece of Maryland that sits between the Potomac River and the Bay. Climbing the adorable lighthouse at Piney Point, and watching the laundry get rained on again and again and again.

And visiting the Ohio Reformatory which was in use from 1886-1990. My gang sang in the chapel where the acoustics where lovely; felt a little defeated as we imagined how the imates must’ve felt looking out from those 2 person cell. The cells reminded me of a ginormous chicken truck. What an experience!

And last but not least 🙂 beautiful springtime bean planting 

Singers Glen, My Hometown

It’s been a little over a year now since my parents made the trip into Welby’s office and returned with our latest adventure in tow (a house and a pond and some farmland).

An entire year.

The transition from living on the dairy to the house up the road has had it’s challenges.  I  moved frantically before I rushed off on a British Isles Adventure . The furniture moved in my absence (thanks mostly to the men my sisters have added to our family 🙂 ).

But it’s taken a little bit longer to get my heart to move from Paradise Lane.  Don’t misunderstand- We watched in amazement as God carefully ordained every detail of this event. And I’m so thankful to have a sister and a bro-in-law to move onto our family farm. It’s a gift to watch Paradise Lane love them as well as it loved me. It’s change, and change is hard.

But the honest confession is- I’m falling for our new hometown.  We live just a mile outside of Singers Glen, a picturesque, sleepy town, chock full of history.

After a year of hurrying down Main Street, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve now witnessed, twice, the early spring purple carpet lawn, in front of the one house. I’ve learned how handy it is to have a basic general store so close by (I ran out of flour while making a yeast dough, of all calamities… Grandles Glen View Store to the rescue) I recognize the lady who sweeps the sidewalks every afternoon. I chat with the lady at the post office. I plan to support the Tenderloin Supper that happens six times a year in the Community Building, every time I get a chance. I’ve learned to respect the 25 mph speed limit that is enforced with Barney Fife fervor.


Yes, I’m not sure when it happened, but I’ve fallen head over heels for our new hometown.

There’s one place in particular, that has me mesmerized.  It’s an old deserted homestead, that stands right outside of town.


A stubble of ivy grows untended across it’s once clean shaven stone face. It doesn’t matter what hour I come past, It watches my journey with vacant eyes.

And somehow, when I’m out of things to imagine, I find myself thinking about the original family who cleared the land and hauled the rocks and who gave the place life. I wonder if they were contemporaries of the Joseph Funk who’s music changed our towns name from “Mountain Valley” to “Singers Glen” . I imagine light and laughter and warmth and energy streaming out of those boarded windows. I wonder why someone’s old homeplace stands empty.  It responds to my pondering with the ultimate sound of silence.

This spring, little bits of sunshine entered my musings. Daffodils popped up all over place. And I considered who placed them there. I imagined that it was the lady of the house. I wondered what storms were being battled in her world/ in her soul, while she faithfully tended her flowerbeds, planting bushels of bulbs


And I question if there is anything that I’m doing today, that will create some sunshine for a random stranger down the way.

There’s no way to know.

May I be inspired to be faithful, regardless.



Bonus Pics:

We’ve all coped with the move a little differently. I’m not really sure if it’s a mid life crisis or what it can be accused of – by SOMEONE (who shall remain nameless) has started a new hobby with their free time. It so happens that my email is easy to remember- so my inbox is becoming full of necessary accessory purchases. The new motto is #borntoride . I’ll let you guess who the new cowboy is 🙂 Let the warm weather fun begin 🙂 And thus begins the “boys only” bike ride around the block.



Our canine friends have perfected that motto too. #borntoride