Nicaragua, Smoothies and Grace

Yesterday, I returned to Louisiana after a week’s stay in Managua, Nicaragua. I was scouting out mission and non – profit groups for further projects. It was hot. I was raised in south Louisiana, and I choose to live here now. I have spent entire days fishing in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. I know what hot feels like. Furthermore, I have complained countless times about the heat here in Louisiana.

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Nicaragua has tropical heat, which is a whole different type of heat. It’s the type of heat that causes your hair to  look really ugly, sweat to pour out of ALL pores of your body, and most importantly, your brain cells go on slow mode to prevent shutdown. You just can’t think in that kind of climate.

I got heat exhaustion, though I did no labor or exercise other than walk to restaurants or take a plate of food to a table. My head  hurt, people in the room began to float in space, and I felt faint.

Furthermore, I lost the ability to speak in complete sentences, either in English or Spanish. It was the delirium of the mind that caused the greatest concern. I am seldom at a loss for words. I tried Spanish first, since I find it best to speak in the native tongue of a region if one can. It’s the polite thing to do.  Then, I would try English. Sometimes Cajun French would escape my lips, the language of my people.

 Nothing. Nada. Rien. I was dumbstruck. Nothing I said made much sense.

Air-conditioning helped. I sincerely believe God gave air conditioning to all peoples on the sixth day when he created mankind. Air conditioning made the Sabbath, the seventh day, possible, so that man (and woman) could rest.

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However, what helped the most was smoothies. Frozen concoctions, made from ice, liquids and fruit, became my salvation. I drank a coffee smoothie each morning. Who could or would drink hot coffee if the temperature is nearly 85 degrees inside the house early in the morning? (My hosts did, but I’m not in favor of this at all. Sheer foolishness to add heat to a hot body.)

Later on, in the afternoon, I would find a coffee shop for a fruit smoothie. Salvation is a gift from God to deliver us from evil. Well, I was saved, in a sense, by smoothies.

Amazing. Grace is labeled amazing. Yes, that’s true. I believe that.

Smoothies are amazing, too. It’s how I survived the tropical heat of Nicaragua, and in the process, learned gratitude for Louisiana heat. Louisiana, as hot as you can be, are not nearly as hot as Nicaragua.

Grace. It’s amazing. So are smoothies.

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The Gumbo Ya-Ya Premieres Today!

gumbo yayaIt’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.