Vender in Leon

This past week my whole squad went to Leon, which is one of the most Americanized parts of Nicaragua. My team of six stayed together in Hostel el Alburgue, which was considered the "party hostel" and we met some interesting people. While the week was fun and we had the chance to doa lot of great ministry, one part of the week stood out especially. On our last full day of ministry, Sarah, Tiffany and I all decided that we needed to do something that morning. It really was as vague as that. We just knew that we had something to do that day. We went around looking for different ministry but failed to find something for the first 30 minutes. I had the idea that we could use some of our extra money to buy a bunch of meals and hand them out to the people in need. Then Tiffany had the better idea of finding one person and filling their need completely. We decided to stop to pray and then just start walking around and have God lead the way. Eventually, Sarah stopped and said she knew exactly whom we needed to find.Earlier that week all three of us had talked to a vender who sold street food and worked near the hospital. As soon as she said that Tiffany agreed and said she felt the same. We went out to find her and used our very best broken spanish to tell her a few things. First, we wanted to see how she was. She admitted she had a bad relationship with the father of her children and that she struggled to have food on the table. Then we told her that God told us to come find her. At the end of the conversation we told her that we wanted to get her everything and anything she needed. She didn't seem to believe us at first and she probably assumed it was a translation issue. When she did understand us we gave her pen and paper to right down what she needed. Then all three of us ran around Leon for an hour and got all that she asked for. As much as she was blessed we were blessed a million times over. We felt so lucky that God gave us the opportunity to do that for anyone. When we dropped off the groceries we had to run back to our hostel to meet our team on time. At first I was bummed that we didn't have the chance to talk to her more but I later realized it was the best possible situation. First, it made sure that none of the glory went to Tiffany, Sarah or I. But more importantly it showed that the money in our pockets wasn't what made our words valuable. We didn't put her under obligation to listen to us after what we had done for her. All she knew and will ever know is that God wanted to give her groceries and that he is her supplier, not three americans. That will always be my favorite moment of Nicaragua.