Well, I found something I don’t like about Nicaragua. Actually, I guess technically this would be the second thing. Rain storms. Ironic that my first day there was an earthquake, second day we ran out of water, third day there was a dead gecko on top of my mosquito net on my bed, fourth day approximately 3,000 people are evacuated due to a volcano “spewing gas and ash high into the atmosphere”, all of which didn’t faze me much (I admittedly was not the one that removed the dead gecko, but, if I absolutely had to, I probably could have). But then it rained. Rain as in the worst downpour I have ever seen, times ten. Multiplied by the tin roof, that made the rain so loud it was impossible to hear anyone else speak, and the wind that would almost be considered a hurricane back home.
“God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling.” Psalm 46:1-3
“He it is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth,
who makes lightnings for the rain
and brings forth the wind from his storehouses.” Psalm 135:7
As the rains slowed, I held a little girl as she sang along to the song Forever Reign. The very same song that she sang during the earthquake. I love when Christ provides sweet reminders that He reigns, He is sovereign, He is in control, and He is protecting me.