I Almost Missed It
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10
There are moments in life that don’t announce themselves.
They don’t come with noise.
They don’t demand attention.
They don’t force me to stop and look.
They just… happen.
And if I’m not careful, I can miss them entirely.
That’s what’s been on my mind lately.
I realized how close I came to overlooking something important. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t obvious. But it was real. It was one of those quiet moments where something inside me shifted… and I almost let it pass by unnoticed.
Psalm 46:10 says, “Be still…”
That’s not easy for me.
I tend to stay focused on what’s next—what needs to happen, what I’m waiting for, what I think should be coming. But in doing that, I sometimes overlook what God is already doing right in front of me.
Because He doesn’t always move in big, visible ways.
Sometimes He moves in the quiet.
In the stillness.
In the moments I almost miss.
And when I slow down… when I truly become still… I start to see it.
Not everything needs to be loud to be meaningful.
Sometimes the most important moments are the ones I nearly overlook.
And maybe that’s what surprised me the most…
Not just what I almost missed—
but what it’s starting to lead into.
Because lately… I haven’t just been noticing these moments.
I’ve been writing them.
Not in a structured way.
Not with a plan.
Just… capturing something that feels real.
I don’t fully understand it yet.
But I can feel it building into something.
Casi No Lo Vi
Estad quietos, y sabed que yo soy Dios; seré exaltado entre las naciones, seré exaltado en la tierra. Salmo 46:10
Hay momentos que no anuncian su llegada.
No hacen ruido.
No llaman la atención.
Simplemente… pasan.
Y si no tengo cuidado,
puedo perderlos.
Eso es lo que he estado notando.
Estaba tan enfocado en lo que venía—
que casi no vi
lo que ya estaba pasando.
Nada grande.
Nada evidente.
Solo algo silencioso.
Pero real.
A veces Dios obra en lo tranquilo.
En lo que casi pasa desapercibido.
Y cuando me detengo…
empiezo a verlo.
No todo tiene que ser grande
para ser importante.
A veces lo más importante
es lo que casi no vemos.
Y últimamente…
no solo lo estoy viviendo.
También lo estoy escribiendo.
No lo entiendo completamente.
Pero siento que algo se está formando.
A New Door Opened
I didn’t know where the road was leading…
until the door opened.
See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. — Revelation 3:8
There was a time when I couldn’t see very far ahead.
I was focused only on the next step.
Just doing what I could.
Learning as I went.
Trying to stay faithful in small things.
At the time, it didn’t seem like much.
But small steps have a way of leading somewhere.
And one day, I began to realize something:
The road behind me had prepared me for the road ahead.
What once felt like delays
had built patience.
What once felt like uncertainty
had built trust.
What once felt small
had become a doorway.
Sometimes we ask for big changes…
but life often moves one faithful step at a time.
And when the time is right,
a new door opens.
Una Nueva Puerta Se Abrió
He puesto delante de ti una puerta abierta… — Apocalipsis 3:8
Hubo un tiempo en que solo podía ver el siguiente paso.
Aprendiendo poco a poco.
Avanzando con fe.
Y un día entendí algo:
El camino que quedó atrás
me estaba preparando para el que venía adelante.
A veces pedimos grandes cambios…
pero muchas veces la vida avanza paso a paso.
Y cuando llega el momento correcto,
se abre una nueva puerta.
It Was Worth the Effort
Some days were harder than others…
but I kept moving.
Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. — Galatians 6:9
There were many days when progress felt slow.
Days when I wondered if the effort mattered.
Days when it would have been easier to stop.
But I kept going.
Not perfectly.
Not with endless energy.
Just one day at a time.
Some steps were small.
Some days were harder than others.
But little by little, the work added up.
Looking back now, I understand something important:
The effort was never wasted.
Even the difficult days were doing something in me.
Building patience.
Building strength.
Building faith.
Sometimes we only understand the value of perseverance later.
And sometimes…
what felt hardest to carry
was helping prepare us for what comes next.
Valió la Pena el Esfuerzo
No nos cansemos de hacer el bien… — Gálatas 6:9
Hubo días en que el progreso parecía lento.
Días en que me preguntaba si el esfuerzo valía la pena.
Pero seguí adelante.
Paso a paso.
Día tras día.
Y ahora entiendo algo:
El esfuerzo nunca fue en vano.
Incluso los días difíciles
estaban formando fuerza, paciencia y fe.
I Began to See It
I still couldn’t see the whole road…
but I could finally see enough.
Your word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. — Psalm 119:105
For a long time, it felt like I was moving without seeing much change.
Just doing what I could.
Taking the next step.
Trusting that small efforts mattered.
There were days when progress felt hidden.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing obvious.
But then… little by little… I began to notice something.
Small changes.
A clearer mind.
More strength.
More confidence.
What once felt uncertain
was beginning to make sense.
I still didn’t see the whole road ahead.
But I didn’t need to.
I could see enough to keep moving.
And sometimes… that is how progress comes.
Not all at once.
Just enough light
for the next step.
Comencé a Verlo
Lámpara es a mis pies tu palabra, y lumbrera a mi camino.” — Salmo 119:105“Lámpara es a mis pies tu palabra, y lumbrera a mi camino. — Salmo 119:105
Por mucho tiempo sentí que avanzaba sin ver grandes cambios.
Solo seguir adelante.
Dar el siguiente paso.
Confiar en que el esfuerzo valía la pena.
Y poco a poco… comencé a notar algo.
Pequeños cambios.
Más claridad.
Más fuerza.
Más confianza.
No veía todo el camino…
pero veía lo suficiente
para seguir avanzando.
Something Was Building
didn’t realize it at the time…but something was already taking shape.
The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me… — Psalm 138:8
At first, it didn’t feel like much.
Just small steps.
Small efforts.
But over time… something began to grow.
Piece by piece,
something was being built.
I couldn’t always see it clearly.
But I could feel it.
The effort mattered.
The time mattered.
Nothing was wasted.
Looking back, I can see
that something meaningful was taking shape.
Not all at once.
But steadily.
I’m learning that sometimes,
what feels small in the moment…
is part of something much bigger.
Algo Se Estaba Construyendo
El Señor cumplirá su propósito en mí… — Salmo 138:8
Al principio, no parecía gran cosa.
Solo pequeños pasos.
Pequeños esfuerzos.
Pero con el tiempo… algo empezó a crecer.
Poco a poco,
algo se estaba construyendo.
No siempre podía verlo con claridad.
Pero podía sentirlo.
El esfuerzo importaba.
El tiempo importaba.
Nada fue en vano.
Mirando atrás, puedo ver
que algo significativo estaba tomando forma.
No todo de una vez.
Pero de manera constante.
Estoy aprendiendo que a veces,
lo que parece pequeño…
forma parte de algo mucho más grande.
I Kept Going
Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial… — James 1:12
There were moments when it would have been easy to stop.
When progress felt slow.
When things didn’t come together as quickly as I hoped.
But I kept going.
Not because it was easy…
but because something told me not to quit.
So I continued.
One step at a time.
Some days felt productive.
Others didn’t.
But I showed up anyway.
I’m learning that progress isn’t about perfection.
It’s about consistency.
And sometimes, just continuing
is the most important step of all.
Seguí Adelante
Bienaventurado el que persevera bajo la prueba… — Santiago 1:12
Hubo momentos en los que habría sido fácil detenerme.
Cuando el progreso se sentía lento.
Cuando las cosas no avanzaban como esperaba.
Pero seguí adelante.
No porque fuera fácil…
sino porque algo me decía que no me rindiera.
Así que continué.
Un paso a la vez.
Algunos días fueron productivos.
Otros no tanto.
Pero me mantuve presente.
Estoy aprendiendo que el progreso no se trata de perfección.
Se trata de constancia.
Y a veces, simplemente seguir
es el paso más importante.
It Started to Take Shape
I didn’t see it all at once…
but little by little, something began to take shape.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart… — Proverbs 3:5–6
At first, everything felt uncertain.
I didn’t know where it would lead.
I didn’t know if I was doing it right.
But I kept going.
And slowly… something began to change.
What once felt unclear
started to take shape.
Ideas connected.
Thoughts became more defined.
It wasn’t perfect.
But it was progress.
I’m learning that clarity doesn’t come all at once.
It comes while you’re moving forward.
Step by step…
things begin to form.
Comenzó a Tomar Forma
Confía en el Señor con todo tu corazón… — Proverbios 3:5–6
Al principio, todo se sentía incierto.
No sabía a dónde me llevaría.
No sabía si lo estaba haciendo bien.
Pero seguí adelante.
Y poco a poco… algo empezó a cambiar.
Lo que antes no estaba claro
comenzó a tomar forma.
Las ideas se conectaban.
Los pensamientos se definían.
No era perfecto.
Pero era progreso.
Estoy aprendiendo que la claridad no llega de una sola vez.
Llega mientras sigues avanzando.
Paso a paso…
las cosas comienzan a formarse.
One Step Led to Another
“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in Him.” — Psalm 37:23
At first, each step felt small.
Almost insignificant.
But something began to happen.
One step led to another.
What I learned one day
helped me take the next step the following day.
Things started to connect.
Not all at once.
But enough to keep moving forward.
What once felt unfamiliar
began to feel possible.
I still didn’t have everything figured out.
But I no longer felt stuck.
I was moving.
And that was enough.
Un Paso Llevó a Otro
“El Señor afirma los pasos del que se deleita en Él.” — Salmo 37:23
Al principio, cada paso parecía pequeño.
Casi insignificante.
Pero algo comenzó a cambiar.
Un paso llevó a otro.
Lo que aprendía un día…
me ayudaba a avanzar al siguiente.
Poco a poco,
las cosas empezaron a encajar.
No todo de una vez.
Pero lo suficiente para seguir adelante.
Lo que antes parecía difícil…
empezó a sentirse posible.
Aún no tenía todo resuelto.
Pero ya no estaba detenido.
Estaba avanzando.
Y eso era suficiente.
Learning Something New
“If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God…” — James 1:5
Learning didn’t happen all at once…
it came one step at a time.
Once I started, I realized something quickly.
I had a lot to learn.
More than I expected.
Writing was one part of it.
But there were also tools, platforms, and things I had never used before.
At times, it felt like I was starting over.
Learning step by step.
Making mistakes.
Trying again.
It wasn’t always smooth.
But it was movement.
I didn’t master everything overnight.
I just kept learning… one piece at a time.
And slowly, things began to make sense.
Looking back, I can see that growth didn’t come all at once.
It came in small pieces.
One lesson.
One attempt.
One step forward.
Aprendiendo Algo Nuevo
“Si a alguno de ustedes le falta sabiduría, pídasela a Dios…” — Santiago 1:5
A veces, comenzar algo nuevo no es fácil.
Hay mucho que no sabemos.
Mucho que aprender.
Y momentos en que todo parece un poco abrumador.Pero poco a poco…
las cosas empiezan a tener sentido.
Un paso.
Luego otro.
Y sin darnos cuenta,
ya no estamos comenzando…
estamos avanzando.
I Had No Idea How
I didn’t know how to begin…
but I knew I had to try.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart…” — Proverbs 3:5–6
Once that thought settled in… I knew I couldn’t ignore it.
But I also knew something else.
I had no idea how to begin.
I had never written a book.
I didn’t know where to start.
I didn’t know what tools to use or what the process looked like.
It all felt unfamiliar.
Even overwhelming.
There were moments when I questioned whether I should even try.
But the thought didn’t go away.
So instead of waiting until I understood everything…
I took a step anyway.
Not a big step.
Just a small one.
And then another.
I’m learning that you don’t have to understand everything
to begin something.
Sometimes you just have to trust…
and take the first step.
No Sabía Cómo Empezar
“Confía en el Señor con todo tu corazón…” — Proverbios 3:5–6
Una vez que ese pensamiento llegó…
no pude ignorarlo.
Pero había algo claro.
No sabía cómo empezar.
Nunca había hecho algo así.
No sabía por dónde comenzar.
Se sentía desconocido.
Incluso abrumador.
Hubo momentos en los que dudé.
Pero el pensamiento no desaparecía.
Así que, en lugar de esperar a entenderlo todo…
di un paso.
Pequeño.
Y luego otro.
Estoy aprendiendo que no necesitas tener todas las respuestas
para comenzar.
A veces solo necesitas confiar…
y dar el primer paso.
A Thought I Didn’t See Coming
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord… — Jeremiah 29:11
I didn’t know where to begin…but I knew I had to start somewhere.
During that time, I had more hours in front of me than I was used to.
At first, I didn’t know what to do with them.
But then, somewhere in the middle of those quiet days…
a thought came.
It wasn’t something I had planned.
It wasn’t something I had been working toward.
In fact, it didn’t make much sense at all.
The idea of writing a book.
I had never done anything like that before.
I had never even seriously considered it.
And yet… the thought stayed.
“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will guide you with my eye.”
— Psalm 32:8
It didn’t come loudly.
It didn’t demand attention.
It simply returned… again and again.
And then, something else came back to me.
I had once started something…
a long time ago.
Something I had set aside and forgotten.
It wasn’t complete.
It wasn’t developed.
But it was there.
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
But now, in this quiet season…
it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
Looking back, I can see what I couldn’t see then.
What felt like a random thought…
was something that had been there all along.
Just waiting to be remembered.
Un Pensamiento Que No Esperaba
“Porque yo sé los planes que tengo para ustedes…” — Jeremías 29:11
Durante ese tiempo…
tenía más horas de las que estaba acostumbrado.
Al principio, no sabía qué hacer con ellas.
Pero en medio de esos días tranquilos…
llegó un pensamiento.
No lo estaba buscando.
No lo había planeado.
Simplemente apareció…
y no se fue.
La idea de escribir un libro.
No tenía experiencia.
No tenía un plan.
Pero el pensamiento regresaba…
una y otra vez.
Y entonces recordé algo.
Había comenzado algo tiempo atrás…
y lo había dejado.
Lo había olvidado.
Pero ahora…
ya no parecía coincidencia.
Time I Didn’t Expect
A season I didn’t understand at the time.
“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens.” — Ecclesiastes 3:1
There was a season when my world became very small.
Most of my time was spent in one place.
The days felt slower… quieter… different than anything I had known before.
At first, I didn’t know what to do with that time.
I wasn’t used to sitting still.
I wasn’t used to having so many hours in front of me without a clear direction.
It felt unfamiliar.
Even uncomfortable.
I had always been moving, doing, going from one thing to the next.
Now, everything had slowed down.
And I wasn’t sure why.
And somewhere in that waiting, I was reminded:
“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength…”
— Isaiah 40:31
But looking back, I can see something I didn’t understand at the time.
That season wasn’t empty.
It was being prepared.
What felt like lost time…
was actually time being given.
I just didn’t know yet what it was for.
Un Tiempo Que No Esperaba
“Hay un tiempo para todo…” — Eclesiastés 3:1
Hubo una temporada en la que mi mundo se hizo muy pequeño.
Pasaba la mayor parte del tiempo en un solo lugar.
Los días se sentían más largos…
más silenciosos…
diferentes.
Al principio, no sabía qué hacer con ese tiempo.
No estaba acostumbrado a detenerme.
Se sentía extraño.
Incluso incómodo.
Siempre había estado ocupado, en movimiento.
Y de repente… todo se detuvo.
Y no entendía por qué.
Pero mirando atrás…
puedo ver que ese tiempo no estaba vacío.
Estaba siendo preparado.
Lo que parecía tiempo perdido…
en realidad era tiempo dado.
Walking It Out
Taking the next step forward.
“…let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” — Hebrews 12:1
There are moments in life when progress doesn’t look dramatic.
It doesn’t come with big milestones or sudden changes.
Sometimes…
it looks like taking a step forward,
even when you’re not sure how far you’ll go.
Today, it was a visit to the hospital.
Not something I would have chosen.
Not something I would have thought twice about before.
But now…
even this meant something.
Just getting there.
Getting out of the car.
Walking toward the entrance.
Nothing extraordinary.
And yet, it was.
Because not long ago, even this would have been difficult.
There are times when even simple things require effort.
When progress feels small… or slow…
and it would be easy to stop.
And yet, I’m reminded:
“In their hearts humans plan their course,
but the Lord establishes their steps.”
— Proverbs 16:9
This season may not look like running in the way I once imagined.
But it is still forward.
Still progress.
Still part of the race.
I’m learning that perseverance isn’t about speed.
It’s about continuing.
And today, I did.
Caminando Paso a Paso
“…corramos con perseverancia la carrera que tenemos por delante.” — Hebreos 12:1
Hay momentos en la vida en que el progreso no se ve impresionante.
No llega con grandes cambios ni resultados rápidos.
A veces…
se ve como un paso sencillo,
haciendo algo cotidiano,
que antes parecía difícil.
Hoy, fue solo un paso.
Algo pequeño.
Algo normal.
Pero significó mucho.
Porque no hace mucho,
ni siquiera eso habría sido posible.
Hay momentos en que incluso lo más simple requiere esfuerzo.
Cuando el progreso se siente lento…
y sería fácil detenerse.
Y aun así…
seguimos adelante.
Paso a paso.
Renewing of the Mind
“And be renewed in the spirit of your mind.” — Ephesians 4:23
There comes a point in a difficult season when something begins to change.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
But quietly… steadily… almost without you realizing it at first.
For me, that change didn’t begin in my body.
It began in my mind.
For a long time, progress felt slow.
Too slow.
Days stretched out.
Simple things still required effort.
And it was easy to measure everything by what I couldn’t do yet.
But somewhere along the way, that began to shift.
Not because everything suddenly improved…
but because the way I was looking at it changed.
Instead of asking, “Why is this taking so long?”
I found myself asking, “What is this teaching me?”
Instead of focusing on what I had lost,
I began to notice what was returning.
The first time I went back to the store on my own, it didn’t feel like a small thing to me.
It felt like progress.
Using a walker.
Moving slowly.
Placing items carefully into a basket.
Things that once would have been routine
now carried a different meaning.
Each step mattered.
Each choice mattered.
Shopping independently at a local grocery store in Nicaragua using a walker, carrying items in a basket—representing progress, renewed strength, and moving forward one step at a time.
A simple trip to the store—but for me, a sign that something was changing.
I am not back to where I was.
Not yet.
There is still a long way to go.
But I am no longer where I was before.
And that matters.
“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint.” — Isaiah 40:31
That verse used to feel distant to me.
Something to hope for someday.
Now, I see it differently.
Renewed strength doesn’t always arrive all at once.
Sometimes, it shows up in small ways.
In quiet progress.
In steady movement.
In doing today what you could not do yesterday.
I am learning that renewal is not just about getting back to where you were.
Sometimes… it’s about becoming something stronger in a different way.
More patient.
More aware.
More grateful for things that once went unnoticed.
Looking back, I can see that this season has been doing something deeper than I understood at the time.
Not just slowing me down…
but reshaping how I think, how I see, and how I move forward.
I still have a journey ahead.
But I am moving.
And that, in itself, is something I no longer take for granted.
The People Who Helped Me Through It
“Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” — Matthew 25:40
There are seasons in life when you come to understand certain truths in a deeper way than you ever had before.
For me, this was one of those seasons.
When I found myself unable to move around as I once could, I quickly realized how many everyday things I had always taken for granted. Simple routines became challenges. Tasks I had never thought twice about now required help.
And help is exactly what I received.
Not from strangers—but from people I already knew. Neighbors. Friends. People who had been part of my everyday life, but whose kindness and compassion I had never fully seen until that moment.
There were many times when I needed help with even the most basic things—getting into bed, getting up again, preparing for the day. Things that are easy to overlook when you’re able to do them on your own.
And yet, they were there.
Not just once, but day after day.
Not with reluctance, but with patience.
Not out of obligation, but with genuine care.
Neighbors helping me move safely onto the bed during my recovery—an everyday act of care I will never forget.
What they gave me during that time was more than assistance.
It was presence.
It was consistency.
It was kindness shown in quiet, practical ways.
And through them, I began to understand something I had read many times before—but had never experienced quite like this.
“For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” — Galatians 5:14
During that season, I saw that verse lived out in front of me.
Not in words—but in actions.
They didn’t just offer help when it was convenient. They stepped into my daily life in a way that required time, effort, and patience. They gave of themselves in ways that made a real difference.
Looking back, I realize how much those moments mattered.
Not just because I needed the help—but because of what it revealed.
It showed me what it truly means to care for one another.
It reminded me that we are not meant to walk through difficult seasons alone.
And it made me grateful in a way that is hard to fully put into words.
I would not have chosen that season.
But I will always be thankful for the people who walked through it with me.
When Life Slows You Down on Purpose
“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10
There’s something about being forced to slow down that changes the way you see everything.
When I couldn’t move around like I was used to, the days felt longer. Quieter. At times, even frustrating. I was used to being active, independent, and able to take care of things on my own. Suddenly, that was no longer the case.
At first, it felt like time was working against me.
At my desk during recovery, turning to Scripture and preparing to write.
But in that stillness, something began to shift.
I started noticing things I might have missed otherwise. Small things. Moments of quiet. Time to think. Time to reflect. Time to pray in a way that wasn’t rushed or distracted.
And somewhere in that quiet, I found myself writing again.
Not with a clear plan. Not with a finished story in mind. Just putting thoughts on paper—reflections, ideas, pieces of something I hadn’t fully understood yet.
I began to realize that slowing down wasn’t just something happening to me—it was something that might actually be for me.
Patience doesn’t come naturally to me. I’ve always been someone who prefers to keep moving, to solve problems, to make progress. But during that season, I had no choice but to wait.
And in that waiting, I began to learn.
I learned that not everything needs to be controlled.
I learned that it’s okay not to have all the answers.
I learned that faith often grows the most in uncertain moments.
Instead of asking, “Why is this happening to me?”
I found myself asking, “What can I learn from this?”
That question changed everything.
It shifted my focus from frustration to purpose.
And writing became part of that shift.
What started as simple reflections began to take shape into something more. Ideas connected. A story began to form. What had once been set aside slowly came back to life.
I began to trust God in a deeper way—not just when things were going well, but when I didn’t understand what was happening. Not when I felt strong, but when I felt completely dependent.
And maybe that was the point all along.
Looking back, I wouldn’t have chosen that season. It was difficult, uncomfortable, and at times discouraging.
But I can see now that it was shaping something in me that I needed.
Sometimes strength doesn’t come from moving forward quickly.
Sometimes it comes from being still long enough to grow.
What felt like being stuck…
was actually where the real growth began.
Strength for the Journey: How Faith Turned a Setback into a Story
Steve writing along the coast of Nicaragua, reflecting on faith and perseverance.
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” — Philippians 4:13
Living and writing here in Nicaragua has taught me something I didn’t fully understand before—strength doesn’t always come when things are easy. More often, it shows up when you’re not sure how things are going to work out.
A few months ago, I had never written a book before. I had thought about it. I had even started one. But like many unfinished ideas, it ended up buried somewhere deep in the files of my computer.
Then life changed.
I fell and fractured my leg. Suddenly, I was confined to my room for months. I had a choice. I could sit there feeling sorry for myself, or I could pass the time with distractions that would leave me no better off than before.
Instead, I decided to revisit that old manuscript.
What started as something forgotten became something worth pursuing. I began refining it, shaping it, and asking myself a simple question: Why not?
I had already spent years writing spiritual devotionals. Why not try something different? Why not tell a story—one that reflects perseverance, growth, and hope?
That question led to the creation of The Little Chef—a story about a young girl who faces obstacles in her life and grows into the person she hopes to become.
With the encouragement of a friend, I finished that first book.
Now, there are two in the series. And I’ve already begun work on another story, with more to come.
Looking back, what felt like a setback became the very thing that pushed me forward.
Sometimes strength doesn’t come from having everything go right. Sometimes it comes from choosing what to do when things go wrong.
And for me, that choice made all the difference.
Steve R. Hartwig is the author of The Little Chef series, inspired by life and faith in Nicaragua. You can explore his books here.: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Steve-R-Hartwig/author/B0GDXF6MSR