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Last Thursday, my friends Jennifer, Jessica and I were praying about how to spend the morning.  In AIM we call this an ATL (Ask the Lord).  Following more like a hunch verses blinking lights, the three of us decided to bake something for a lady in the neighborhood.  A few things about this situation made it a bit unusual.  #1: None of us had ever met her before.  #2: The woman is actually from Canada, not Nicaragua.  And #3: We had all heard some strange and interesting stories about her which caused us to be slightly hesitant in moving forward with our idea.

To give you a little more background, our friend Mary Beth had befriended this woman some time ago and was present to help her and her husband through a crisis situation.  Mary Beth had filled us in on some details and painted a picture of a lady in very poor physical health and spiritually wandering as well.  I remember being perplexed upon hearing that the woman claimed a ghost lived in her bedroom and that it had on occasion picked her up out of bed and dropped her on the floor. “What? You say she’s a witch?  She lives in a haunted house?  Well Mary Beth. Good luck with that one…”

Mary Beth and her husband recently left Nicaragua, so this woman has been in the thoughts of many of us who have heard about her.  Mary Beth had plowed the soil, and on this particular day, my friends and I decided to move in and see what the Lord might have in store.

When we arrived at her house, I could see inside because the door was partially open.  The girls and I had been questioning exactly where she lived, but when I saw her figure standing in the background, I knew right away we must be in the right place.  Her light skin, jet black hair and under 90 pound body fit the description we had heard without a doubt.  I yelled the typical “bueeeeenas” through the door as we waited with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies.

 
Margharita (like the drink she told us, but with an ‘h’ – it’s Italian) welcomed us into her home because it was hot outside on the sidewalk.  She was still in her nightgown and you could see that it cloaked her tiny frame underneath.  She had a fierce countenance despite her size and a distinct British accent. When we offered her the cookies, she was ecstatic and began eating them as she delved into some of the stories we had heard previously: her husband’s failed suicide attempt of jumping off a nearby bridge, the ghost that picked her up and dropped her on the floor, the health problems relating to her weight loss.  She talked to us about Mary Beth as well and how she had shared a certain Bible passage about horses.  None of us knew exactly what she was referring to, but we realized that she seemed to hold Mary Beth in high regard.  Maybe she would be open to us sharing Jesus with her as well. 
After spending about an hour with Margharita and meeting some of her cats, admiring the intricate pieces of her Victorian style doll house and seeing her garden decorated with gnomes and fairies, she thanked us ‘chicks’ for taking the time to come visit her.  We let her know that we would be back.  She was sure to add that Mary Beth failed to rid her house of the ghost before she left, so we figured that maybe she was indirectly asking for us to look into that for her.

Maragharita is alone in Granada minus her maid, so I am thankful that we felt and followed through with the call to reach out to her.  Pray for her and that she would turn from all her spiritual crutches and witchcraft to Jesus, and pray that we would be bold in our actions and speech so that what the Lord started through Mary Beth he may finish through us!