It’s me, the Gumbo Lady. I used to write as Madame Gumbeaux at the blog, Honduras Gumbo. I left Honduras over three years. I am living in Louisiana. I don’t think I will be around much longer in the area north of New Orleans. Something is stirring in the gumbo pot. I am ready for the next adventure.
This week I am in Managua, Nicaragua. I am checking out different ministries and organizations. My hosts are missionaries with i-61.org. The number and letters are taken from Isaiah 61 which talks about all sorts of good things that God promises for us now and in the Kingdom to come.
Look up Isaiah 61 when you have time. It’s crammed with revolutionary verses about beauty coming out of ashes, good news for the poor, healing for the brokenhearted and more ridiculous and wonderful stuff. Read it for yourself at Bible Gateway online, then pop back here for more from the Gumbo lady.
Gumbo is a soup full of good stuff that we Louisiana people borrowed from French, Spanish and African cultures. It’s an eclectic and delicious dish. No one makes gumbo right unless they learned it from your South Louisiana ancestors. It’s in our blood to make gumbo. Other gumbo in different parts of the US usually tastes like dish water. I have been served it like a chowder. God forbid! If you can’t make a roux, then don’t even try it.
Why Ya-ya? Well, long ago, Lyle Saxon wrote a classic compilation of Louisiana folk tales titled, Gumbo Ya-Ya. The term, Ya-Ya, has many meanings including everyone talking at the same time. My take on Ya-Ya will be to tackle a broad range of subjects, rather than simply writing solely about mission stuff, or just Louisiana tales, or my solitary musings. It’s going to be a Gumbo pot of all that’s happening in my storied life.
We’re going to have some fun around here. I can guarantee that. This post will be cross-posted under my former site, The Gumbo Pot. See ya’ll soon.