Seven of our 52 committed weeks have already passed. I am reminded of a post from our friends in Italy who wrote “the days may be long, but the years are short.” In our case, it is weeks. Each day dawns with hope and a sense of peace, and each hour is enjoyed fully. But by the end of the week, I’m not sure where it’s gone. Fridays are my “key” days. I plan ahead for them (teaching two small groups) and by the time the next day rolls around, I am unsure where the rest of the days went.

So what does daily life here look like? To be honest, it seems really slow to an American used to a fast paced lifestyle, but each week ends with a lot of work accomplished. We have a combined total of seven small group meetings, community dinners (sometimes twice a week), craft and literacy programs (more to come later), personal study and reflection, and discipling one on one.

I am taking part in two small groups, one of which is made up of Nicaraguan women. We started with a bang, but after I clearly outlined the commitment I wanted from each participant attendance tanked. I have two or three women who have faithfully attended, and I’m praying that God builds those relationships further.

Frank is currently developing a discipleship program for recovering addicts. He has a Nicaraguan who is highly interested in discipling and being discipled. He graduated from the program shortly after we arrived in Granada and has faithfully attended each discipling session, as well as multiple small groups. We are praying that he is the answer to our prayer to have a Nicaraguan willing to take over a discipling program in Granada.

Continue to pray for deep and lasting relationships, and for Nicaraguan who are willing to disciple!