A good friend and I have just returned from Nicaragua, where we spent a week visiting and affirming friends and brothers, intending to encourage them of God’s goodness and nearness to them in the midst of difficult time. This title comes from a song that is sang in Nicaragua, and it is sang there as an expression of affection. Nicaraguans are proud of their country, heritage and have a hope for good things to come. Let’s join them in that hope. As you likely know, violence and bloodshed gripped the country in the Spring of 2018, with much loss and damage reaching on a far scale. While estimates vary, it seems 500+ were killed, thousands wounded, and several hundred are still unaccounted for. This is not including those who are currently political prisoners. (To read our post from the time surrounding the eruption of violence in Nicaragua in 2018, click here)
We knew we had to get there to stand and show love to those who are dear to us, and weren’t sure what we would find, and what danger was looming…
What we found, in my opinion, was a country in trauma.
We all love a good storyteller, and a good story, for that matter. There is something ancient, something so relatable about a good story. I’ve long recognized that, but, only occasionally thought about the components of story and what makes a good one. 
War is now, and greater war is coming. Many cannot see it. The war that comes will push out all the middle ground. There will be very little DMZ, and what demilitarized area there is will not be fixed ground. These battles, as with all, will have there ebbs and tides, but the time will come when there will be no place to hide from the battle that now seems so far away to many. How will we prepare ourselves? We can look around to witness what is considered by many to be very turbulent times. This shaking is minimal.