For the last 30 seconds brown murky water has been seeping in through the seam of the door of our Nest pickup truck. It’s now ankle deep and showing no sign of stopping. About 5 minutes ago, after a slap in the face realization that my gamble with how deep the banks of the river were had gone horribly wrong, the truck is now stalled out on the side and now part of a ferocious river, water up to the top of the tires. Large trees are racing each other downstream like an F1 Gran

December 31st, 2025, 11:59 pm. Where am I ? The crackle, pop pop boom of fireworks exploding over the dark jungle horizon are shaking a thousand little chicken bones as they run to and fro inside of their barn. And that’s exactly where I am. Karina and I saw in the new year alone, watching over the Nest. We had celebrated an hour earlier with the New York ball drop, and then turned in for night. An hour later when midnight came around, the few but loud fireworks from a nearby

A peaceful morning full of promise filters through the trees and mingles with a dewy sun over the Nest. Those of you who’ve been here can more easily recall the quietness that envelops this place. The meditative manner of chickens clucking and scratching the earth. The pleasantly confusing flight of blue butterflies. And things here have been pretty much unchanged. Our infirmary is nearly complete and I’m moving in the last of the supplies, equipment, and furniture. We also h

Usually I find the space to write these blogs in the very early mornings, as the jungle comes to life. Tonight however, the sun has faded many hours ago, and the envelope of darkness seems to frighten even the beam and reach of my flashlight. I wish I had the bravery and courage of our Nest dogs, who go barking and chasing things that go bump in the night with reckless ambition. But I think it’s appropriate for this blog to be born out of fear and darkness. After years of spi

Next month will mark the fourth year since Karina and I first arrived full-time here in Costa Rica. To be sure, it’s been a near constant...

Late afternoon at the end of my work day last week, I was packing up my motorcycle for the trip back home. It had been a long hot day,...

My daily commute to the Nest involves climbing ( or driving the dirt bike) into a 20 foot, outboard powered canoe, and crossing the...

A couple months back I had a dream. In it I was viewing the Nest from a drone’s perspective about 200 feet above the ground …

“The main thing, is to keep the main thing the Main thing.”

Recalling the echoes of Jesus, his life and purpose from birth to death and then life again, it was all for the sake of love. Even before...

Who doesn’t love these little tiny baby animals? I mean, they’re so darn cute, and wobbly and such. Yesterday our black belly hue “...

Before making another leap of faith into the great unknown that is 2025, allow me to find my footing on what is thoroughly done, 2024. As...

After what seems like an endless cycle of rainy days, this morning I see blue skies through the parting clouds. At last, a reprieve from...

Are my hands empty and open with expectant belief, ready, willing and able to receive all the good that God wants to pour over me? Are my...

There’s this old hymn about how wonderful and marvelous it is to lean on the Everlasting Arms…and it causes me to remember and reflect on...

What an incredible experience it is when God opens His heart within mine, and I see with my own eyes the majestic power of His church,...

Whoa! The spiritual battle for our souls is profoundly real. Whether we acknowledge it or not, it rages on inside and around us all of...

What if our life’s were a movie? Specifically I’m thinking of the story of the Nest and its evolution. From the thick piece of jungle it...

I’m sitting here on the deck of the Anastasia house at the Nest watching the early morning mist glide through the tops of the trees. Bird...

January will go down in history as one of the busiest months at the Nest so far to date. Packed with volunteers, chickens, mission teams,...