In Bolivia, when it rains, it pours. The water pours. The mud pours. And the sweat pours, even though in the month on May it's technically winter weather. It's a steamy kind of rain that is refreshing as long as you are actually standing in the rain, but when you step out of it and attempt to dry off you realize the perpetual sticky and damp feeling you have isn't leaving anytime soon.
In Bolivia, you don't panic about choosing the right color of paint or back splash tile, and there is no discussion over wood or carpet or vinyl floors. You aren't picky about HOAs, school systems, or area attractions and conveniences.
Your house hunting priorities center on flat land, farmable land, and location of the village water well. You recognize that a thatched roof is sufficient, but that saving money for a tile roof is an important game-changer in terms of managing weather and bugs.
Making daily life happen with structure and routine is difficult because there aren't the conveniences of running water and electricity. A grocery store and a medical clinic aren't helpful options when you need them most. Simple tasks take significant time because the main machine you have to use is nothing more than yourself.
But in Bolivia, God is there. He sees each face. He knows each heart. He is aware of each struggle and difficulty and inconvenience. He cares for the poor and the hurting and he longs for relationship with each one.
In Bolivia, God's church is established and growing. It's small, still, and in many ways, weak and vulnerable. But anywhere on this planet where people are devoted to God, they are safe and untouchable until His purposes are met. Even in Bolivia. And that's reason enough to worship and rejoice.