Church

Today we went to church in a city called Granada, which is about an hour from our home. The road we take is full and I mean full of pot holes. It's so riddled with potholes the local kids fill them in with dirt and then stand at the side of the road with their shovels and beg for money. Rumor has it these kids have been known to create their own "toll booth". By holding a rope across the road to stop your car and ask for money. What entrepreneurs!
I personally love this road, it is an action packed ride of consent swerving, braking and bouncing. I enjoy watching Adam maneuver around cars, animals, people and potholes all at once.
Adam on the other hand is not a big fan of the road; his face has a constant look of pain as we bounce along. I'm sure he's imagining what kind of damage the holes are doing to our poor truck.
Ok, enough about the road I got a little side tracked there...back to the church.
The "church" we went to was a gathering of about 10 people, mostly Americans. It was held in someone’s home and was the first meeting they’ve had. It was started by a missionary couple here who wanted to be able to worship in English and have fellowship with other missionaries. So, they started their own church and will be meeting the first week of every month.

It was fun, refreshing and encouraging to go. I loved their vision for missionaries to be able to connect, support each other and worship in our own language.
Yet, at the same time they are only meeting once a month so we all have an opportunity to get involved with a local church too. I think it is a great balance and I’m excited to be a part of it.
Next month we are meeting again and afterwards we are going out for breakfast and then on a boat ride!