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However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the
Lord Jesus has given me--the task of testifying to the good news of God's grace. Acts 20:24 NIV
Wow, where to begin. As I sit here trying to put words and thought to paper, looking through pictures that span
years of service in Nicaragua I am taken back to June 2006. I was sitting around a conference table, papers spread before
me, number and figures dance in front of me, out of focus and then becoming clearer. I am here to realize my dream of
owning my own business. I look at the bottom line, I stare at it and I hear a quiet voice in my head I have so much more
for you John At that moment I realize that the cost of living my dream would also cost me my family, so young and full of
promise. A cost too high, through the day I think and pray, if not this God then what? What keeps coming to me is Go
and serve. This is the point in time that I look at and point, heres where it started. This is the point in which the journey
to where I am today began. Years of preparation, prayer, sacrifice, sweat and tears have brought us here, nearing the end
of our 2nd year of our second term. A total of 8 years of service and an additional 2
years of preparation and prayer. We again find ourselves at a point where choices need
to be made. Over the past few months, 6 to be exact, we have had many suppertime
talks, talks that last well after the leftovers are cold. Discussions that vary on a variety
of topics but mainly centered on the question where from here? another 2 years?
We are not the same family that stepped off the plane in September 2007, feeling the
heat and hauling our life in a few suitcases. We are a family of teenagers (almost). One
entering college, and another few short years away. After lots of talking and prayer we
have reached a decision. With many factors pointing us here we are making plans to
return to the states in August when our 2 years are completed. We came here at Gods
leading and we are leaving at Gods leading. Lots of emotion goes into writing this,
even though I feel this is Gods leading its still very emotional. Our family has grown in
stature and in closeness in the Nicaraguan heat, we have formed a bond that I would
not have thought possible.
Now as I look toward the future I have a request, in the next few months I have
two separate teams, 1 in June and 1 in July. God has laid it upon my heart to make
these teams something special. It has always been the desire of my heart to finish
strong, and these next few months are no exception. Please pray with me to provide
In April we were able to give away
the resources, vision and opportunity to show Gods love to the people of Nicaragua
another set of chickens. Machito
and raise up the next generation of servants. To do this I need the financial support that and his young family were one of
has sustained us here. In the last year our monthly support has been hovering around the recipients. A few days later
65%. With the expenses of returning to the states we need our supporters to also finish Martrin, my friend who helps me
with the distributions, relayed that
strong. I see the start of the next chapter in our life but I want to finish this one first.
Machitos hens laid two eggs and
You have carried us through so much and I believe that you will carry us to the finish that his daughter ate them. Id say
line and beyond. I foresee that we as a family will continue By Gods Grace ministries that is very good news. Machito
but from the United States. We look forward to seeing what God has in store for us was one of the workers that helped
us build the classrooms for Mt Zion
state-side. Each of our children have written a thank-you letter to our supporters and church in San Gregorio Nicaragua.
we have enclosed those here. John Speigle
Dios de Bendiga
Dear Supporters,
Over the past ten years of my life, many experiences have shaped me. I
have lived outside of the US, learned foreign languages, and experienced things
most kids never have the privilege to live through. I have seen God at work
right in front of me. Though many times were hard, I wouldnt change it for the
world. I would not be the person I am today without having lived the life of a
M3K (third culture missionary kid).
Since 2009, I have lived in Nicaragua. However, the journey to this place started two years before, when I was eight.
Over those two years leading up to the move, everything was sold. Our house, toys, books, games, and all the other
things treasured by a child. From this early age, I learned that stuff isnt whats important in life. It was amazing to see
God leading us through this process. Windows opened when doors closed.
In the first five years of our sojourn in Nicaragua, we worked with several ministries, doing almost everything under
the sun. We helped with crusades, street evangelism, feeding centers, VBS, teams, construction, church planting,
school sponsorships, discipleship, agricultural ministry, and more while building relationships and learning Spanish.
Living first in Leon, we became acquainted with the culture and the language, learning how to live in this country and
working mostly with churches and teams. After two years there, we moved to La Paz Centro, a little one-street village,
to be closer to the ministry we were then assisting. During that time, we were the only North Americans living there
and the only ones who really spoke English. Our Spanish proficiency improved exponentially. We attended a local
church and Caleb and I participated in their worship dance group. Street evangelism and feedings became our focus. I
remember the first time sharing the Gospel in English. I was maybe ten at the time, and I was so nervous! Then, as
time and language progressed, I was able to share the Good News in Spanish, which was incredible. After two years in
La Paz Centro, we returned to the States for four weeks.
Returning to the States was culture shock. I was thirteen, and everything was strange in the States, a place that was
supposedly home. La Paz Centro was essentially a shanty town, with the majority of people living in houses made of
sticks and plastic. To come from that environment to the United States was night and day. Especially Walmart!
Walmart was overwhelming, even now. Its huge! This contrast shocked me into realizing the differences between
countries and people. I think this was when I first began to think about things on a global scale instead of focusing on
just what was around me. The thing I remember most distinctly about this time is the milk. That sounds strange, but
in Nicaragua, milk is this high-temperature stuff sold in a box that sits on the shelf and tastes nothing like good milk.
Whenever we go back to the States, we drink gallons of the delicious milk.
Coming back from that trip, we lived in La Paz Centro for a little less than a year before moving to El Crucero. Now,
Leon and La Paz are very, very, hot. El Crucero is nearly at the top of a mountain, and was cold enough to need a
sweatshirt most days (usually in the 70s). During the year spent there, I taught English to first graders at a school run
by a ministry. I was fourteen, and that was an awesome experience. I loved helping those kids learn. During that year,
I also spent two weeks in France doing an intensive French language study. That was fantastic, and I met kids from all
over the world.
Sydney Speigle
Urgent need.
With the impending return to the states we are looking at several increased
financial costs. Travel and reestablishing ourselves back in the states. As many know,
when we started in 2009 we sold everything to go on the mission field. And as we left,
likewise we return. I pray that God will bless you financially so you may then pass on
some of those blessings as we start again.
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