The big one...a long time coming...

It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted anything detailed, so I apologize. The month of December has been fairly busy. I am finally moved into the new place, and I am now facing the great task of outfitting my apartment. My most recent purchase was my bed, which was a huge task to put together…all by my lonesome. But I love those projects in a way, I feel very accomplished after I do it…plus, now I can tease my dad that, contrary to his beliefs about my skills—or lack of them—I indeed can do something by myself. J

As we head into this new year, I’m reminded of how the Lord’s hand has been on my life this past year. He has proven faithful over and over, even when I might not see it. Last night at church, I was asked in Spanish, on the spot, how 2008 has treated me. All I knew to say was “Me siento muy bendecida.” I do feel very blessed—the fact that I am in Peru is astounding. I get to live life with people very different from me, yet very much the same in that we are all human and we are all searching for something greater. Being in Peru for Christmas (without my blood family and close friends) reminded me that the “something greater” is Christ and His life, His love, and His promises. This morning I heard an English sermon online on Luke 17, and the pastor commented that the Kingdom of God is very much in our midst (vs. 21). How remarkable that we get to celebrate a King’s coming every day of the year; even more remarkable is that He is with us even now! While I can’t wait for His reign on earth, I am comforted that Christmas is every day of the year—The Kingdom of God has come, and He is Emmanuel, God with us.

Now for some lighter news, but very much praiseworthy: God has answered prayer big time! I have met some new friends, had the opportunity to hang out with Peruvians, been hostess in my new home (I love it—I feel like myself when I have people over), encountered some new ministry opportunities, and talked to friends overseas (such a blessing to see Mary Ellen, Little B and Ayo all TOGETHER) as well as family in the States (my grandparents, my aunts, and my little cousin). OH! And I got Elf, finally! I just wanted something to remind me of home as Christmas approached, and I got it in my head that I NEEDED Elf (as well as a ton of Christmas music). My friend Simon located the movie for me, since I was not having any luck. A few days after I watched the movie, I was in the department store and got stuck behind a Peruvian girl who could not, for the life of her, work up the courage to get on the Down escalator. Needless to say, I busted out laughing in public and probably drew some looks—I couldn’t help it, it reminded me of Buddy’s fear of the escalator.

To finish my Christmas extravaGANza: In the previous post, I mentioned fireworks. After our meal of turkey, cold vegetables, homemade applesauce, beets, and something I didn’t eat that came out of the turkey (I tried it, it seemed to be liver, but I don’t really know), we went back to Mercedes and Edgar’s house and lit up the sky with about 12 million other Peruvians. Apparently Christmas Eve is the time when everyone shoots off fireworks; it was hysterical, I was in shock, just because it is so very different from my Christmas Eve’s at home. My favorite part was that everyone kept saying, “This is nothing, New Year’s is even bigger.” Oh goodness.

In more Christmas news, the Rains family has blessed me this season—I was able to spend some time with them, and I also got to babysit Caleb, which was so fun, even when he started to cry a bit too much for me. J I’d do it again in a heartbeat, though, I love those boys. My neighbors in my building are very sweet too. There are five floors, including mine, and I’ve met 3 of the families who live here. A couple even gave me small gifts, so that was really sweet. Pray that I can get to know them better—in my current state of feeling a bit lonely, I might soon be asking if I can come over. J

I have had so much hot chocolate and Paneton (similar to fruit cake, but better) this season. This is THE thing to do here: It’s called a Chocolatada, and it is simply eating and drinking together. They have it after every event, so I’ve had my fill of both. To be “American,” I baked a ton of cookies. I made Monster Cookies and No Bakes, and both were a hit with Americans, Europeans, and Peruvians. In the process of baking, I had to learn about my oven and how it cooks (I burned a lot of cookies), and I also had a gas leak that had to be fixed (all is well now).

Random things:

-I found a Christian café here, which is so great. It is going to be a blessing to have believers and a place to go if I need fellowship. Church is also going well; last night I went to the young adults thing and had a good time. It was very hard walking into a new environment by myself, in a different culture. People were really nice though and I hope to get to know some folks there.

-The weather is changing quickly. No more sunny days; rather, I now have clouds and cooler weather. Rainy season is coming! I need to find some rain boots…

-I have found a store where I can get cheap painting materials, so I am pumped about that. I've missed painting. I also am on the hunt for a cool tapestry or photo to go over my bed. I'll let you know when I find the perfect one. 

-I’ve had good luck recently with cab drivers. After being proposed to awhile ago (I said “no”), I was fed up with sketchy drivers. However, I’ve been blessed to get dudes who seem genuinely interested in making sure I’m safe. I find it best to strike up a friendly conversation with them, and they usually respond in a friendly manner. (Don't worry though, I am still very much on my guard whenever I get in a cab.)

-A few days ago I was wandering around the department store, and a feeling hit me that I've not experienced in my life. Ever. In the sea of Peruvians, I just felt like I was getting weird looks from everywhere. I know, I was paranoid, but I felt it nonetheless--it was this strange feeling of looking different than everyone else. Like I said, I'd not experienced this before. When I'm around other gringos, it doesn't matter, but I've been bumming around by myself or with other Peruvians recently, and this feeling of "whiteness" in a non-white culture is interesting.

-I have the best view from my roof. I can see much of the city, the mountains, and some incredible sunsets. It is amazing. 

Okay, if you stayed with me for my novel-sized post, I thank you. I'll try to be better about catching y'all up in the coming months. Much love. 

Nochebuena.

Alo from Arequipa. I'm currently getting snuggled up in my bed--the bed is a story for another post--listening to the remains of Christmas Eve in Arequipa. Needless to say, I did not know what I was in for when I committed to go to the home of a Peruvian. It's 1:57 and people are still going strong outside. To make a long story short, because I'm very tired, Christmas Eve is THE thing in Peru. Therefore, everyone gets their party on at midnight on Christmas Eve, after having had a big meal involving turkey. 

I'll explain more about tonight at a later date, when I can collect my thoughts. Let's just say that I experienced more fireworks tonight than I have ever seen at any Fourth of July event in the States. The whole evening was really interesting, but it was just so funny to observe the cultural differences surrounding holidays. 

Merry Christmas. Que tengas una feliz navidad. In the last two days I've gone to two Christmas programs and have been blessed by the reminder that Christmas is about celebrating Jesus every day of the year. Remembering His birth is wonderful, but then we must act on Who we know and Who knows us--the Good Shepherd. I am doing surprisingly well here during this time of the year, to the glory of God. I do miss family and friends, but He is all I need. May you be reminded today as you celebrate, as well as in the days to come, that Jesus es el Rey, el Salvador (Jesus is the King, the Savior).

More stories to come, and I'll expound on my Peruvian Christmas. Much love. Cuidate.

Beautiful days, park naps, celebrating friends, invitations, and moving on.

Today has been a good day. Despite this seemingly never-ending feeling of being unsettled, I know things are about to change. We are moving into the new apartment soon, Lord willing. I've just been bumming around the city, enjoying the day. It's ironic that in Arequipa one can say "It's a beautiful day." This really doesn't mean much, it's 70 degrees and sunny every day. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the day in a small park with some friends. I just love lounging in the parks around here, doing nothing. 

I'm still doing really well here. I've hit the one month mark of being in Arequipa, and I still love it. There is this strange feeling of still trying to get settled in. I consider this my home, but until I am IN my new house, I don't think I'll feel at home. Classes are going well, and I'm making friends with my students. As Christmas approaches, pray that I am able to really share with them the message of Christ. Speaking of Christmas, I have been invited to a Peruvian Christmas Extravaganza! I've been praying this would happen, and indeed it has. Mercederes, a new friend and owner of a cafe I have found, invited me to come. I'm so excited! I'll also spend some of Christmas with an American family here.

Tonight we are going to be having a Peruvian Italian dinner to say goodbye to Kathryn. She is heading back to the States for a bit before she gets married. I am very blessed to be surrounded by friends here and am in awe of all God has done. I remember being so concerned about not having any American friends in Arequipa. God has exceeded my expectations in providing American friends, Peruvian friends, English friends, and even German and Australian friends. 

Okay, some stories, per the request of my mother. :)

-I was in Lima for Thanksgiving. A much better trip than anticipated, though now I have to go back soon because my Visa stuff wasn't quite ready. I can tell I would enjoy Lima a lot more in the summertime. AND I got to eat good food that I can't eat in AQP. Also, it was so interesting observing the differences between Limenos and Arequipenans. Let's just say I am an AQP hippie and was very out of place in business-like Lima.

-Peruvians have a very different mindset about what it is to hang out for a holiday. At Thanksgiving, we had about 40 Americans, all who ate and hung out for a couple hours, then ran out. We had one Peruvian family who showed up late and then stayed until 8:30 or so. I had a blast with them, they were so great! I was just tickled at the cultural differences. 

-Last weekend we went to an orphanage. I had so much fun. Those kids are beautiful, and I was blessed by them. Raquel and I sang every Spanish Worship song we could think of. 

-I have become pretty good at a card game called Nertz. If you know me, you know I'm not much of a card player, but I love this game. I still can't shuffle to save my life. I'm waiting to learn from a pro, though. 

-I have become addicted to fresh squeezed Orange Juice, or "Zumo de Naranja" aca. It's so good. 

-I want to find the movie Elf. This has become a huge quest. I can't find it anywhere in AQP, so I might have to wait until I go back to Lima. I'm currently experiencing Christmas fever and gravitate to anything Christmas-y in this "Summer of Christmas." It's so strange seeing beach equipment next to Christmas decor in the department store.

-Speaking of Christmas, it's coming to AQP! They just put the tree up in the Plaza and I am curious to see if they'll actually light it up. It's huge!

-The other day, I fell and busted my butt. I mean, I bruised my tailbone something awful. It was bound to come. I've been limping around, to say the least. 

-I almost bought a dog. I decided not to, it wasn't overly cute. But I do want to get one someday. 

Well, these stories don't seem to be too exciting. Sorry. :) I'll try to be more entertaining for the next post. 

Happy December. Much love.

 

Warning: Treacherous activities ahead. (Mom and Dad, prepare yourselves before you read this post.)

Picture this: I am scaling the side of a mountain, sans rope, and all I can envision in my head is that Sylvester Stallone movie where the girl falls from the bungee cord to…well, I didn’t die, clearly, and if you know me at all, you know that I tend to exaggerate. Anyway, as Nicole is yelling at me to straighten up to take a good picture, I am mentally freaking out in my attempts to find footholds as we precariously maneuver our way around rocks. There were definitely times when I was very uneasy and was wishing for a carabiner or two. I now understand why hard-core hikers and mountain climbers always pull out the whole “you have to respect the mountain” stuff. While I was fine, one misstep in my poor choice of footwear (Chacos) would have made me quite acquainted with the dried up riverbed in the valley below.

Nicole and I joined some students from the university and traveled outside of the city to Yura. Arequipeñans do a lot of stuff outside of the city, and it is fairly cheap to get to places by combi (mini bus—also somewhat of a death wish at times). The students decided that we ought to hike to waterfalls in Yura. It was a much needed day trip, and I loved getting out of town. We left our house at 6:15 to catch up with the kids and travel the 45 minutes to the town.

My first mistake: I wore my Chacos, thinking that this was going to be a semi-easy trek. No. (Also, Christy said, “Oh yeah, I hike in my Chacos all the time.” I blame her ;) I think I heard “waterfalls” and thought about wading through rivers and streams in the States. In Peru, you have to traverse massive desert mountains before you see any semblance of green. Once we hit the river, it was so gorgeous, and I was in my element. I loved climbing the rocks and wading through the water. (I only fell once, surprisingly, given my clumsy nature.) It was still a fairly rigorous hike to get to the big waterfall—you hike some serious terrain. BUT, the final waterfall was absolutely worth it. It was huge and the way the sunlight hit it appeared to make it sparkle (Pictures on Facebook). We had good fun wading around (Peruvians are funny and would only get in the water only after the white girls did) and taking pictures, and then we started for the long road home (another 2 + hours). The weather was great, the company fun, and the scenery majestic. It was quite an adventure, and I had a blast. I also have serious sunburn to prove it.

In other news:

-Today on the combi I saw the newspaper headline “Laura Bush esta enamorada con Peru.” This made me chuckle. (Side note: Bushie and his wife have been in Lima with other important people for some kind of summit. You can tell that I am really up to speed on news. ;) Anyway, I was glad to know that Mrs. Bush is in love with Peru.

-I made salsa and didn’t mix it with my hands for once. Usually when I do this, my hands burn so badly. Well, because Peruvian rocotos (peppers) are so hot, just touching them to chop them up makes my hands turn to fire.

-The other day I became acquainted with a Peruvian spa. That was an adventure. It was a good price: 12 soles (4 dollars) for as long as you want. That’s how we suffer for the Lord in Peru.

-I have determined that AQP is a hippie town. I love it. We get along great, even though I’m not a full out hippie here, because oftentimes “hippie” equals “touristy.”

-I got in a cab with a guy named Fidel. Enough said.

-I know I have been harping on how much I love the sunny weather here, but as the Holiday season approaches, I find myself missing cool weather. I do love the crisp air, the smell of Christmas trees, and the weathermen freaking out about “Winter Watch 2008/9.”

-I’ve started to teach some Bible Studies, English classes at an Institute, and even part of Nicole’s university class. Pray that I am given words to say to these people. I love doing it, but sometimes it can get overwhelming with up to 30 faces just staring at me. 

Much love, because of His love. I miss y'all, especially during the Holiday season!

Only alive with you...

The title of this post is inspired by a Jars of Clay song I have been listening to a lot. They say, “I’m only alive with you, I can’t get by, and I won’t get through. So put me in the river, and let me say ‘I do,’ cause I’m only alive with you.” God has been teaching me to lean on him immensely. It’s one of those truths that I have heard so often, but that I never tire of discovering anew. James 4:8 says “Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” With confession comes cleansing and purity of heart, praise God. Like I said, I’m only alive when I’m with Him; may I be found in Him always. I can’t wait for that day when I step into a heavenly river filled with beautiful cleansing water where He will marry me all over again.

I hope this finds you all well. I have now been in Peru for a month and 2 days, and I still love it. I find there are times when I wish I could drive around in my car or eat Chick-fil-a whenever I want, but I’m adjusting to the walking/taxis and to going to the market everyday and getting really great stuff that is ultimately better than Chick-fil-a. Last night I made a veggie pizza that was surprisingly a big success given that the cheeses here are not like the cheeses at home.

I’m still getting used to city noises outside the apartment at all hours of the day and night (still waiting on the word to move, pray for this please). Last week Nicole and I woke up at 4 am to take a missionary couple to the airport. Though early, it was a blessing if only to see the sun rise over the mountains as we came back home. I also found out that quiet hours do exist in Peru—they only last from around 4 to 6:30 am.

We’ve had some fun adventures recently: Last weekend Nicole and Steve climbed Misti, so I hung around town (I need to train for this, it's quite a trek). I met some other missionaries and hung out with their family, which was really great. Apart from IMB folks here, there are Australian missionaries, British missionaries, Swiss missionaries, and German missionaries that I’ve met—it’s really cool meeting other Great Commission Christians. I also had an adventure with Esmerelda and Janina, two Peruvian girls who go to the university; they found me all by my lonesome in the Plaza and took me to Tingo, a little park outside downtown. It was really fun: I got to practice my Spanish, and they got to practice their English as we rowed around a tiny lake on a boat that cost 1 sol. (See facebook for pics)

Other fun things:

-Peruvians are incredibly strange about their money. If it is not perfect, they won’t accept it.

-We’ve been cooking a lot. Steve has gotten some recipes that he’s tested on us: Estofada (“al gringo”) and Aji de Gallina are some examples. Both were excellent, and we’ve had fun cookng.

-I taught for the first time at an English Institute. It was the funniest, most unnerving thing I’ve ever experienced. Imagine 25 to 30 students, ranging in age from 13 to 50, all staring at you, because, as I come to find out, they are scared of me. Apparently many of them have never seen a gringa. They all just stared at me, and it took me being my silly, crazy self to get them to loosen up. Another random thing: Students never call me “Sara.” I am simply “Miss” to them. Apparently it’s normal, but I’m already going through withdrawals of not being called “Junco,” since that is what I’m used to; I don’t even hear “Sarah” anymore, and when I do, it’s strange. J

-A couple of days ago Steve, Nicole and I went to Selva Alegra and just chilled out. We took towels and read and just enjoyed the afternoon. It was so beautiful out, and I love people-watching on Sundays, it’s quite entertaining. Sunday here is family day: People will either stay in or go to a park and hang out. Two bonuses at this park: I ate really yummy chocolate-covered pecans with coconut…it tasted like an Almond Joy or Mounds, only better. Also, we got pictures with the llamas, or alpacas, whatever they are. One of them spit on Steve. Check facebook for pics. 

-We went to Alianza church this past Sunday, and it was really wonderful. The people there were so welcoming and I loved the music and the teaching of the Word. It was a sweet time of worship and communion with the Lord. 

-I've discovered this new cafe called Zig Zag. They sell crepes, and I've tried a couple--they're okay, and I'm not a huge crepe fan. It's a touristy cafe, but still cute, AND it has free internet, thus the reason I have begun to frequent it. Cusco Coffee's internet is semi-functional, and I can only take so much Ritmo Romantico....this is the radio station Cusco has started to play. I hear the same songs (granted, in Spanish, so that is good) 12 times in 3 hours. 

-Steve discovered the power of aloe plants, so now we are obsessed with healing whatever ailments we might have with aloe out of the plant. It's pretty cool, actually. If only I could get over this sore throat with aloe. Peruvians think that healing a sore throat involves simply wrapping a scarf around your throat, even in 70 degree weather. No, thanks. 

-Finally, I'm reading a new book! It's called Crazy Love, by Francis Chan (thanks for the rec, Sam). It's really interesting, if only because Chan uses tons of Scripture to communicate truth that we hear a lot, but need to be reminded of. You should check it out. 

Much love! Cuidense....

Going Home.

A year ago today my beautiful friend Kristin went home to be with our Lord Jesus Christ. Though unexpected for all those she left behind, her passing into the heavenly realm was very much expected and anticipated by God the Father, to His glory.

I vividly remember every moment of that day—every phone call, every prayer, every tear and every hug. While my heart aches for friends and family left behind, I can only thank God for making her already beautiful and joyful countenance completely perfect.

Philippians 3:20-1 says “But our citizenship is in heaven, and we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like His glorious body.

All I know to do today is what I did a year ago: As tears stream down my face, I lift up my hands and sing praises to God for keeping His promise that He has prepared a home for us, and that I will see Kristin again.

To those who did not have the honor of knowing Kristin, rest in the fact that she was a vibrant witness for Christ and that people saw the joy of the Lord in her. She was loved by Dan, Cindy, Jessica, Jonathan, Brooke, and so many more family members. She was utterly cherished by a wonderful man named John. She has so many meaningful friendships, and everyone was blessed by Kristin, and, ultimately, Jesus in Kristin.

To those at home who knew her: I wish I could be there with you to remember her, but know that my prayers are with you as you celebrate her life.

Watermark song lyrics that have spoken hope into many circumstances proclaim this: “Arise and be comforted, for the Lord, he is good to the weary…For the Lord, He will renew their strength…For the Lord, He is good. 

Storytime with Sarah.

My posts are getting more lengthy because I have accumulated so many interesting things (to me at least), to mention. Some topics will be short, others quite involved. First, I am frustrated that I don't have internet in the current apartment. So, when I do get the opportunity to be online for more than 40 minutes, it is a big deal. I have so much to catch up on, and I've been pretty busy. I'll move into the new apartment in Yanahuara around the end of this month or the beginning of December. 

First of all, I LOVE this city. I don't know it well yet, but I just know I love it already. The people I've met so far are nice, and I do feel semi-safe. :) I love the atmosphere-it is "small town" but in a city. There are a few things that are annoying: Construction here seems never-ending; there are "traffic cops" that blow their whistles for no reason at all; people here think I'm an alien or something because I look very different. Perhaps the worst thing about AQP so far is our current apartment. The location is great, but it is just too loud. For example, yesterday and today we have received wake up calls at 5 am. What kind of wake up calls, you ask? About 5 sledgehammers knocking down walls in our building, right above us. Needless to say, I've had about 9 hours of sleep over the past two days. Steve tried to help us out by coming over and talking to them, but we can't do anything about it. I cannot wait to move out of downtown, as cool as it is, to somewhere I can call home. 

Over the past few days, we've been shopping for apartment stuff and going to English/Bible studies that Nicole teaches, which I will eventually take over. I have enjoyed going and seeing what I will be doing. Arequipenos are nice, and so much easier to understand than Limenos. Nicole, Steve and I have been hanging out: we have made dinner, watched movies, fixed things in the current apartment, etc. They found this place that has puppies and cats for sale, and they want me to get one. We'll see....maybe in the future, if only to see if I can keep it alive, thus being able to care for children. :) 

We went to the market yesterday, where I met Gregoria, my new fruit lady. She was so sweet and kept saying how cute and nice I am, so that made me feel good. The market was fun, but I need to learn how to barter. Someone sold me a melon for way too much. If it weren't for other tourists here, mainly fair-skinned Europeans, I'd be the only blonde-haired-blue-eyed gringa in Arequipa. 

I'm currently sitting in Cusco Cafe, which has free internet. I love it here, but am excited to explore the city and find other cute spots. I need to also be a tourist for a day and take some pictures and explore. Yesterday, Nicole and I came over to the cafe (where I always get Cafe con leche) to check out current events, given that the election had just happened. I wasn't surprised to hear that Obama had won, but instead of getting tons of info from CNN or Fox, I got much of my information from facebook; it was so hysterical reading people's statuses on facebook. I was so entertained by all of you in the States, so thank you. You're passion, zeal, and humor told me very much about the state of our country. On a side note, praise God that He is still in control, not any one person. 

Other fun things: 

-I hear more American music here than anything. Sad day. Yesterday Fergie's "Clumsy" came on, and I also heard "Sarah" in Saga while we were shopping.

-Oh, shopping. It's an experience in Peru. Plaza Vea is fun: It is Walmart, basically. Siglo Veinte is a cheaper version, but kinda sketchy. It's huge and has everything. The Mercado is also huge and has tons of great food. There are cute tiendas here with cool stuff, as well as "normal" shops: Topitop, Estilos, and Saga. Saga is somewhere in between Sears and Dillards, and it has tons of stuff. When you buy at Saga, you pay for everything separately, which is an adventure; you pay for the TV in electronics, cookware in the Kitchen section, blenders and coffee pots in another section, etc. It is very involved. 

-The airport likes to cancel flights, I've decided. Our plane was canceled from Lima to AQP, then Kathy and Pam's flight was canceled from AQP back to Lima. We made it, miraculously. Needless to say, I won't be surprised if I show up in the future and my flight was canceled. 

-Right before I left Lima, I watched the GA/FL game at an American bar...it was awful, I was with all Florida fans, who I really think are the most obnoxious people on earth. While we were at the bar, there was an earthquake. Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. I never heard where the epicenter was, but it was a nice shake. 

-My taxi driver the other day started asking me if I was married. He thought I was married to Anibal, and I quickly put that to rest. Then, he kept insisting I was married, so finally I just agreed with him. Big mistake. This led into a convo about family planning, "planificacion familial," I think. He basically was asking me why my fake husband and I don't have kids yet, and he wanted to know the best way to prevent that from happening, and how I, specifically, did that. I'm not kidding. It was weird at first, and I kept trying to change the subject, but he wanted to talk about it, so I just started making up answers. I would have been more concerned, but he was just an old Quechua man with 5 kids. Who knows, maybe he was just curious for his own sake. 

On that sketchy story note, I think that's all for now. There is finally some Spanish music playing in the cafe, and I'm happy. :) I'll be touch. 

For Him.

Crisp, biting air pierces my lungs

Dancing lights speak of promises yet fulfilled.

Feet grace new roads, expectant-

I fell in love. 

Tears softly run down 

creating cool streams-

Proof of life. 

Only good; whispers of assurance

He has said: It is time. 

Great things are coming...

Good things.

Praise God for unexpected surprises. He is always good about showing His love to us in the little things. Picture this: A park. Green grass. Blankets. Good books. And....sun. This afternoon, Sandi and I laid outside in a park across from the apartment. It was so delightful to feel the sun's warmth on my cheek, to see blue skies, no clouds at all. I don't think that this afternoon could have been any better. 

For those of you who have yet to hear me whine about my current home, here is the reason why I am so excited about sun: There is no sun in Lima, Peru. Okay, that is a bit of an exaggeration, but most of it is true. Lima doesn't get very much sun, at least not at this time of the year. So, here's the good news: I am leaving Lima on November 1 for Arequipa, which is really my home, and which also happens to be sunny 300 days of the year. I've definitely learned in the last two weeks that I am a girl who needs some sun in her life. :) 

I've had some good days recently, mostly hanging out with friends here. This feeling I have of not being able to do anything is about to change with my move south. Among other things, Sandi, Jessica and I have been hanging out a lot, roaming the city, drinking coffee, shopping, watching Lost (it just doesn't get old) and various movies with Austin and Anibal. We had a Halloween costume party last week for the ESL class, and that was tons of fun. The longer I stay in Lima and meet people, the more I do like it, and I will miss new friends. 

The other day I sat at Starbucks for 3 hours. It was so good. I finished reading The Shack (thanks for the loan Chris Black, I don't even think you knew I had it...I'll mail it to you in Brazil). My take on the book: It is a good read--fun in the sense that it makes you think. It is quite introspective. Here's how I look at all the spiritual stuff, though: To everyone who thinks the book is the be-all-end-all of things, just pick up Scripture. The Bible, the Gospel, though offensive, is what the author draws from, and it is far more accurate and life-giving than any novel. So my advice, for what it's worth, while I know not much, is just to read the Word of God and fall in love. 

Other funny tidbits that I have for y'all, if you're still reading after I spouted off about The Shack...

*Spanish here, at first, seemed like a breeze. Oh, it's absolutely not. I find myself saying "como?" more than any other word. I'd love to practice with people, but I need to understand them first. I think it's just that Peruanos speak really fast, and there are a lot of dialectal differences as well. 

*My taxi driver the other day thought I was from France. Wow. I don't even know what to say to that.

*I am going to turn into a chicken before I leave Peru. I'm convinced that these people eat more chicken than anything else. 

*I was excited the other day when I passed a local store and actually recognized it and the merchant in the store. The previous day I'd seen a man outside the store dancing with his daughter/sister. It was really cute. They were just salsa-ing, no music. Well, the next day, I saw him again. I know this sounds weird, but it was almost familiar....like I was actually home. I saw a complete stranger twice, but it was something recognizable. 

*Peruvian movie theaters are an experience...good, but interesting. Here is a movie NOT to see: Ceguera, or Blindness. I thought it would be a good, interesting, "intellectual" movie, but I was wrong. Sandi and I walked out of the theater. Don't ask, I can't even think about it. I lost 8 soles on that awful creation.

*I've now seen much of what is available as far as shopping goes. Jess and I went to the Black Market the other day, which was interesting. I can't say I'll go back there. Then, we went to Jockey Plaza, which was really fun and nice, very much like an American mall. Today Sandi took me to a "middle of the road" plaza, where we went to Topitop, also known as "La gran tienda peruana." This cracks me up. Everyone here seems to love this store, and it is does have good stuff for decent prices. Maybe someday I'll embrace Topitop and actually buy something.

*There is a new creature in my life. I call her Devil Cat. The apartment I am currently in houses a kitten. Don't ask me her name, I couldn't tell you. Jessica got her for 5 soles, which is about 1.50. That should tell you something. If you know me at all, you know that I hate cats with all my being. Well, this cat KNOWS that I hate it. I'm telling you, she is after me. She is a white furball roaming around, looking at me with her freakishly beady eyes, always ready to pounce on me or draw blood from my limbs. She can be semi-cute sometimes when she lets you hold her, but most of the time, she acts possessed. Since Jess left for Arequipa for a week, Cat has started to confuse me with her owner. Please come back soon, Jessica. 

*Now onto the BIG THING. Everyone interested in making fun of me/Peru, READ THIS (ie, all my Athens friends...) I saw llamas for the first time today. It's only taken me over two weeks. I was in a taxi and happened to look to my right and saw a park, where two llamas were roaming around. I didn't have my camera, and there was a a fence separating me from this glorious sight. All hope was restored in this moment, and I can die happy now: Sun and llamas in one day.  

Last funny thing, and then I'll leave the blog-world for another 10 days or so. First of all, happy halloween from Peru. Let me explain Peruvian halloween, as I know it at this moment. I've heard that Halloween falls on the same day that Peru celebrates its criollo music. So, most Peruvians, if they choose to celebrate something, are going to celebrate this day in their culture. Well, Sandi and I forgot to buy candy so tonight as we are watching a movie, we suddenly hear cries of "Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!" Apparently some kids do celebrate halloween, and we ended up having to hide from them, which made me sad because I would have loved to have seen some costumes. This year we embraced the ABBA fad that is currently taking over in this country and attempted to be ABBA-esque (it failed). Maybe I'll start working on my llama costume for next year...

The longest entry ever...get ready.

So, I've made it to Peru. I'm in Lima until the 28th of October, when I will be shipped with all 30 bags (more on that later) to Arequipa. I've been so blessed to be surrounded by such welcoming people. My teammates on REAPSouth are amazing, and I feel so loved. Praise God for that, and for His Body. 

Here, in no particular order, are random updates, first impressions, fun stories, and whatever else I can think of that might be of some importance...

I left Atlanta on a night with perhaps one of the best sunsets ever. As the plane was taking off, I could see the clouds and the sun rays starting to mix together. We soared through clouds and were eventually suspended above all of them. I got to see the sunset from a different perspective, and it was magnificent. After having left my parents at the gate (yes, they got to go to the gate with me), I started to get emotional, but the Lord comforted me with His natural beauty in the clouds, the colors, and the knowledge that I am following Him.

The plane ride was uneventful. It lasted a lot longer than I thought, but I made it without any bumps or bruises. I think the funniest thing must have been what others saw when I was hauling my luggage through the Lima airport. Here's the deal: I had to repack a lot of stuff at the Atlanta airport so that I would not have to pay 300 dollars; instead, I only ended up paying 200. I, however, did not want to carry as much with me as I ended up taking. I had 3 massive suitcases, a HUGE backpack, a little backpack, and my purse. Oh yes, I looked amazingly touristy. Trying to get all the luggage from baggage claim to the area where they kept the baggage carts was interesting. 

I was greeted by my whole team, which was such a blessing. It's been a privilege to hang out with the Weavers, the Austins, the Stones, Kristen, Melissa, Kathryn, Austen, Jessica, Sandi, and Steve. I've loved being with them. Because it was difficult the first day or so (I cried a lot the first day I was here), I don't know what I would have done without them; the Lord has blessed me indeed. 

First impressions on Lima: Gray and icky. Honestly, sort of depressing. However, after having been here almost a week and feeling like I am getting a bit more acclimated, I think the city is starting to grow on me. I haven't seen too much of it, and I have no clue where I am most of the time, but when the sun comes out and it warms up a little, it's kind of nice. The longer I stay here, the harder it will be for me to leave. I am looking forward to getting to Arequipa and being able to unpack and settle into a place. From what I hear, Arequipa and I are going to be great together: sun, color, and beautiful places. 

Today was the first day I actually did something on my own: I got myself from the Missions office on La Florida to the apartment I'm currently staying in. This might sound like a small thing, but it wasn't for me, for various reasons: 1. I'm still trying to get in the groove of speaking in spanish and remembering so much that I've lost over the years. 2. Like I said, I have no idea where anything is or what anything is called. 3. The driving here is insane, and if you get a taxi driver who doesn't know where he is, that can't be good. Praise the Lord I got a good one who knew where he was going and I was able to tell him where to go (only because Kristen wrote all of it down for me). 

Other observations: 

-Starbucks is pretty good here. I can't wait to find some local coffeeshops, though.

-I've been going to the English classes that REAP does and they are so fun and the people who come are wonderful.

-The first songs I heard in Lima were "Bad Education," "I think I'm turning Japanese," and U2's wonderful anthem "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For." Wow.

-Milk here is not too bad. It's definitely not the same, but it's not awful.

-People love their money. Merchants are really particular about how the money looks, and if they don't have change, they might not sell you something. Or if they don't like you, they might not sell you something.

-There are some expensive places to live in Lima...I mean, NICE places. 

-I went to an AMAZING church on Sunday called Arco de Noe....it was outside of Lima, but the people there were so wonderful. I also was able to see a very different side of Lima than the nicer district we're in, which is called Miraflores.

-The food here is not agreeing with my stomach. Make your own conclusions. 

-There are a fair amount of American things...we ate at Chili's tonight, and it was actually better than Chili's at home; KFC was also pretty decent (this does not necessarily mean that my tummy is happy).

-I have seen more beautiful golden retrievers here than at home. :) 

-Shopping is so different, por varias razones. 

-Someone actually told me that something about my face didn't look American. This absolutely made my day. Then I said my dad was Spanish, they said "ohh...yes." 

-I have to wear earplugs when I sleep. Y'all know about me and quiet at night....well, imagine sirens and horns and traffic and people. It's tons of fun.

I think that's about it for now. As if you needed anymore. I told you it would be long. I have been on the go a lot, so when it's time to sleep, I crash. I've tried to write stuff down to tell everyone (if you know me at all, you know about my recent memory problems :)....

A Dios le bendiga. Praise God for life, wherever it finds me. 

Check out Prov. 16:1-5, 9 and Col. 1:21-23. 

One day to go.

I've been home from Richmond now for almost two weeks. I leave for Peru tomorrow. My head is in Peru, my body in Georgia, and my heart torn between family and friends who are now scattered throughout the world. I can't wait for some stability as I get settled in my new home. 

Being at home has been a bit strange. It's continued this feeling of transition. Praise the Lord, though, for good times spent with family. It is a blessing to have such a family as I have. My friends have also been wonderful during this time--I've felt so loved. My heart is truly full because of the love of Christ that I've seen and felt in the people who surround me. So to all of you, thank you so very much. 

I don't have words to describe what I'm feeling right now. As I sit here trying somehow to avoid finish packing, I keep remembering how this is one moment in time in which the Lord has been preparing me for 22 years. More moments in time will come just like this one, all involving change. Just because I might feel a little nervous about this change, I trust that He has given me everything I need to accomplish the task. And here is the task: To be with Him every day and to make Him known among people who don't know the Truth. I am expecting that God is going to do great things. He will keep me in the palm of His hand. 

Better late than never.

I have been meaning to write again since before time in Virginia ceased to be. Alas, this obviously didn't happen. Instead, time was spent mostly with friends. Potential precious moments accumulated more quickly as time passed increasingly fast. I can only say to friends left behind, about to be scattered: Thank you so very much for blessing my life. Each of you made the last two months wonderfully beautiful. The love of Christ is exemplified in His Church, and my heart is full resting in the knowledge that our love for one another was and is so glorifying to God. I miss you all very much and anticipate when I get to see everyone again. 

As I sit here listening to "Soundtracks of Li(ves)" that various folks gave me, I am reminded of how humbled and awed I am at being able to claim such friendships that span the globe. The most magnificent thing is that we are all working for a common purpose, and our bond is in Christ Himself. We are suspended together in time that was spent in sweet communion with one another and with the Lord Himself. 

Something God has taught me recently: I cannot live by "what ifs." I can't worry about future "what ifs," and I must live in the present. I must be vulnerable to this moment and praise God for where I'm at NOW, and for what He's preparing me to do in ministry in the coming years. 

The theme of leaving is still prevalent in life. My heart aches for those I leave behind, yet I am thrilled to be moving on. People ask me "Am I excited????" I never know what to say, except this: I am excited to know that I am doing what God has called me to do for this season in life. It isn't a jump-off-the-wall-excitement per-say, because I'm not necessarily excited about the hardships I am about to face; however, I go into this season with great expectation that God will move mountains. I know that He is going before me, behind me, and that He will be beside me as I leave the States to make a new home in Peru. 

Here is something from Don Miller's Through Painted Deserts. I copied it in my journal a few months ago because I knew it would continue to speak to me through these months as I prepare to move my life to South America. Praise God that He is allowing me to leave to follow Him. After all, it isn't my life anyway....I go where He goes. 

"I could not have known that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons....Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons....It might be time to change, to shine out....I want to repeat one word for you: Leave....Don't worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed."

Then the Lord told me this: 

Just go. I am with you every second of every day. Leave in search of more of me. You will find me, because I'm everywhere. It's that simple. But believe, and put one foot in front of the other in faith that I go before and come behind. This life is about me after all. I just take you along for the ride. 

I'm still alive.

Here is something I wrote in my journal, dated April 5, 2008. I thought I'd share it with y'all. If I remember correctly, it was inspired after reading some in Isaiah and some in Jeremiah, two of my favorite books. 

My heart knows only joy

From the One who conquers love. 

Praise Him.

His love enfolds me, covers me. 

The peace He brings, the love 

He offers coats my lungs, 

fills my veins,

and pours out of my fingertips. 

That He would bring me only 

deeper into True love, True joy, and True peace. 

late nights, bullets, revelations, and other great things.

Hello again. I am up late again, as usual. My night owl tendencies have evolved from 11 pm to sometimes 2 or 3 am. It's been rough. It's not that I'm not tired; in fact, I'm usually pretty exhausted. I lay down to sleep and sleep won't come. It's so frustrating to lie in bed, bone-tired, and not be able to sleep. So, I get up and read or listen to music or sit at the computer. Basically, I'm really tired. I slept well the other day for the first time in a long time, and I think it was because we had security training. 

I can't tell you too much about it, but it is very intense. I slept well these past few nights because it is so draining, emotionally and mentally. I ache at the end of every day even though I've been sitting for hours. It is stressful hearing what might happen, and it is a lot of information to take in on how to handle various situations. Let's just say that the company did very well at creating mock interrogation sessions, as well as "takedowns," real bullets and all. Everything was pretty realistic, ie, I was scared out of my mind when my name got called to go to the "playroom," as they so lovingly called it. The good news is that I made it out alive, and my session wasn't even a real interrogation. In all of this, I was certainly taken to the throne of God so much. God gave me John 15, as He has done many times in the past: I must simply abide in Him. 

My time here is beginning to wrap up, and I hate it. I am happy to go, and I'm so ready, but I'm finally getting into a groove here. Isn't that how life is? You get "comfortable," and then God removes you from that situation as fast as you got there. This has been a great experience, and I am so blessed to have made friends and memories here. Even throughout the stressful week, I was able to hang out and de-stress with some friends. Last night and tonight have been so fun and refreshing. I can truly say that I've made some lifelong friends here and can't wait to see what God has in store for them. While I will be sad to leave them, I know that God's purposes for all of us involves scattering us around the world; the beautiful thing is that we are all bonded by a common purpose of the Gospel and it's going forth. 

So yeah. That's all for now. I can't wait to see Athens friends. My family is anxiously awaiting my return, and I am so excited to see them, too. I miss everyone, but I miss my mommy the most. It is certainly true that home is wherever the people are who love you the most. 

Here's to sweet dreams and the promise of rest. Peace out. :)

here's to learning how to live.

here's to

waking up to the rain. early morning coffee, caramel and vanilla and cinnamon swirling together. good talks. old memories and new memories.

here's to 

splashing in puddles. laughing until your stomach hurts. healthy ambition and making plans. dancing. 

here's to 

cheesy movies. the sun poking through the clouds. emergence into nature. flying kites. 

here's to 

family, even when my blood isn't near me. loving on children, little hands holding mine. surprises. new music. 

here's to 

invitations to party. being a kid again, singing and twirling. reading someone's mind and knowing they can read yours. late nights. 

here's to 

games that make no sense. peanut butter and ritz crackers at 1 am. coming home to community. journaling. 

here's to

hysterically awkward situations. cuddling. disney songs at the top of my lungs. the promise of changing leaves, coolness in the air. 

here's to people, to love, to time alone, to reflection, to answered prayer. to the song that He gives me when we're alone. 

it's best to write at night, i find that honesty comes quicker. would that God give me a mindset so transparent that Truth flows from within to all i encounter. that streams of living water would flow from within me, that He would speak, not me. 

what a blessed day. to God, may i always say "i am Yours, may you accomplish in me Your work and purpose." i'm about to jump, will you let me go? the adventure i seek is Him, there is nothing more exciting than following Jesus. you should go too. 

much love and rest. 

Coffee shop musings.

Coffee shops get in my bones. This probably does not make sense to some people, but it makes perfect sense to me. Here are my thoughts: 

Local coffee shops are best. I remember a fondness for European shops, but it's been six years since I've graced the cobbled steps of Old Madrid and Barcelona. As for the Stateside establishments, I'm all for Starbucks and their overpriced coffee simply because it tastes decent and it's convenient, but there's something about discovering a smaller business that only the locals know about. It's exciting to me, the idea that one can make friends with the people who come to a coffee shop on a daily basis for the same reasons. Community in this particular environment is essential; I love being enveloped by the low-din of strangers whispering their conversations, and I love the soft music that plays, followed by the jingle of the change being dropped in the drawer, or the blender whirring to process something cold and icy. These musings make me miss my college hot-spots, as well as the two a.m. excursions to taste churros y chocolate in the cafes in Spain, but I'm thrilled to explore Arequipa in a couple months and encounter all it has to offer in the way of my favorite beverage and hang-out locales. Until then, I will endeavor to enjoy the time I have in America as I scope out the locals' go-to places. 

Much love and coffee....

Random.

I am not very introspective this evening. Thus, this is just a quick update. 

Here's a praise: I didn't do my Visa stuff right, but God is good, and He is letting me get in country through a travel Visa. That means that I will start my missionary/resident Visa paperwork once I get there. 

The Lord is showing me so much during this time. He is moving in incredible ways, and today was such a privilege in that we got to hear from Him through a man named K., who specializes in the Persecuted Church. "Uncle K" brought the word, his testimony, and the testimonies of others who have suffered for the cause of Christ. This session was by far the most interesting and educational session I've been to at FPO. I don't know what awaits me in Peru, but I know that the Lord is using all kinds of things to get the attention of non-believers around the world, and my prayer is that I am joining Him in what is going to become a massive Church-planting movement in South America. 

That's really all I've got for now. Shot day is tomorrow. I hate shots, p.s. People keep telling me, "Oh they're really not that bad, they don't hurt too much." These are lies. They do hurt that much. I know I'm kind of wimpy, but don't tell me shots are pleasant. 

I will try to come up with some more things to write about for the next time, for all you poor souls who read my less-than-fantastic musings. Perhaps next time the topics will include the oh-so-interesting thing that is the dining hall here. Let's just say I don't get enough protein because the meat is sketchy. Tonight I had apple jacks and a banana for dinner. 

from my journal.

the stars glow in the night sky like christmas lights tonight. the goodness of the Lord, His beauty, His never-ending majesty, is reflected in these lights that speak of glory. it all overwhelms me. 

i'm listening to "a little more" by shawn mcdonald. so good. he says "it's time to confess that i need a little more Jesus inside of me." this is my prayer. 

some scripture i stumbled upon yesterday: isaiah 58:11 reads like this....

the lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your soul in drought, and strengthen your bones; you shall be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail. 

even when i feel so low, i can come to the Father and He will pick me up. when i am so tired of this world, i have only to 'fix my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning it's shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that i will not grow weary and lose heart" (heb. 12: 2-3).

sometimes, i do fear failure. the Lord commands me not to fear. so i press on, supressing this earthly tendency to worry and fear things. faith sustains me. not just in a shallow, intellectual way. the head is good for logic and knowledge, but the heart--the heart is where i must go for the Way. when i am tired, i just go home to my heart. it is in the secret crevices of my own soul that i find rest, because i find Jesus. even now, as i breathe in and out, as i feel my heart beating in my chest, i understand how much better He is--after all, i exist because of Him. there is nothing good in me apart from Christ. the fountains of water that stream up and out of my body speak to His love and mercy. he loves so much better than i ever could on my own. so i simply go to Him for sustenance, for cleansing. every day i am washed by the waters (see john 7:38). 

Life here.

Hey friends. It's that time again: Profound thoughts from Sarah. Ha. 

Seriously, I am glad to be able to share this time with you. Please, please, please keep me posted on your lives. I absolutely need to know what is going on with y'all. My heart is torn between people I love at home and new friends here. It's strange trying to balance the past and the present, new friends, and old. I mean, I barely have time to talk to my parents, if that says anything. 

I thought I would give a bit more insight into what this time in my life is looking like. Two weeks have passed, and I am thoroughly overwhelmed. The Lord is good, though, and is teaching me so much about enjoying this time while also seeking after Him. Some friends and I went to Starbucks tonight and did one of my favorite things in the world: Sharing life over a good cup of overpriced coffee. We started discussing how the Lord is moving during this time. Perhaps the most profound statement that has been said that we reflected on is that God doesn't call us to safety, success, or anything like that; He calls us first and foremost to Himself. How wonderful that the Father says "Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters...." 

Yesterday was a good time of rest. I was able to do some productive things as well as hang out with friends. The ESL class that I was supposed to take was cancelled, so I got to do some reading, praying, and fellowshipping. The same happened today. How amazing that I am part of such community that really stresses Body Life. Our house church this morning was great, as was the cultural worship we had tonight. I got to take off my shoes for an hour-and-a-half and listen to a bunch of languages I had never heard. Glory to God that he understood what I was singing to Him in an Asian language, even though I had no idea what I was saying.

I have met some pretty awesome folks here. The Lord has answered prayer in knitting hearts together, even for such a short time. I told Mitch and Jeshica how cool it is that we have this bond. I know that the next time I see these people, we can just pick up where we left off. We've had a blast playing volleyball, going for walks, "jammin,'" and going to The Cheesecake Factory (!). Man, I love that place. The Journeyman also got to go to Elbert's house the other night for a "mixer" of sorts. Here's a fun fact: There are 77 girls here, and about 20 guys. That's right. So, someone decides to cram us into a pretty small living room to get to "know" each other. I say that in quotations because their idea of "knowing" one another seems increasingly sneaky. Let's just say that the pressure is on to eventually reproduce some MK's who will learn their respective language in a far off country and continue impacting the Kingdom. Praise the Lord if that happens. All I know is that right now, as much as "2+ring" or "career+ring" sound great, there is one thing that I need, and one thing that I desire more than ever, and His name is Jesus. 

To end on a less serious note: I am so happy that I don't have to start school tomorrow. So to all of you UGA folks reading this, I'm so sorry, but I do not envy you right now. Much love, and good luck on your first day of class. I get to learn about Church Planting Movements tomorrow. Yay!

Okay. I've recently noticed that my postings on the blog have been quite serious and introspective, save for my witty comment about the poop-on-the-loop in the Athens post. Therefore, as I was sitting in session today and deeply taking in the teaching of Jerry Rankin, my mind started to wander to funnier aspects of my time thus far at "The Farm." Here we go. 

1. Waking up.

I am not a morning person. I found this out freshman year of college when I signed up for a bunch of 8 ams, not understanding that the late night outings to Walmart and Taco Bell were going to quickly hinder my productivity, as well as my ability to pull myself out of the bed every morning. Throughout college, as I realized that I would never go to class before 10, I grew to love sleep. My good friends know all about the difficulties entailed in trying to wake me up; they also have a fond love for my earplugs, my pumpkin shirt, and my oh-so-pleasant demeanor as I wake up from a nap. 

Here's the kicker: I am not going to sleep during these 2 months in Virginia. This realization came as I set my alarm for 6:30 this morning and didn't manage to get out of the bed until five til 7. Needless to say, I didn't get everything done today that I needed to do. I did take a nap, and then Susan yelled at me for being grumpy afterwards. I still have a ton to do, and now I'm blogging. Great. 

2. Allergies. 

I'm allergic to the state of Virginia. It's true. I have never really had huge problems with allergies, but ever since moving here, my eyes and nose hate me. I sneeze about three dozen times from when I wake up (the crack of dawn) to when I sit down for the first session. My eyes are watering so much that people must think I am crying all the time. Basically, I'm in a pickle because I don't want to admit that I have allergies, and I don't feel like going to buy medication for this "non-existent" ailment of mine. Alas, I'm going to have to face Virginia head on. I refuse to go down without a fight. 

3. Kids 

So, I love kids. Being here is such a blessing because there are so many great families with cute kids around. Tonight, however, was the first night I actually got to play with them. Why, you ask? Let me tell you: The powers that be have put the fear of God into us when it comes to hangin' wit the chillun. Because there are so many problems with sexual abuse, we have to be really careful about how we conduct ourselves around children. Listen folks, I understand, I really do. Let me just say this: I am not a sexual predator. I just want to love on the kids, I promise. If you need a background check before I give your child a hug, I will gladly consent. 

4. Love is in the air 

The myth is true, folks. Journeyman love starts at the ILC. I've heard the stories, but had never seen it in action until now. People fall fast. God is working quickly. As Danielle says, the Lord has only 8 weeks to prepare hearts before they leave one another for 2 years. I've been privy to some budding relationships, so we'll see what happens. Don't drink the water. 

It's time.

I've been meaning to blog for three or four days now. I get distracted easily now, however, what with people here hanging out and lots of reading to do. Thus, I have not had the time to just sit and be. I'm thankful for the newest thought that has been introduced to me: Redeeming the time. In other words, I must make the most of the time that the Lord has given me, in everything I do. This is applicable to life in the present moment, as well as to life on the field in Peru when I am surrounded by a waiting harvest. 

I've been at FPO (orientation) now for almost a week. The Lord has challenged me, blessed me, taught me, and loved on me during this week. It's strange to think that I only have seven more weeks to go. We are kicking things into high gear this week, with an emphasis on personal goals and spiritual warfare. 

It is so refreshing to be able to be with folks who have a like mind-set. Whether I meet everyone at training or not, I already feel so full of love that I am in the midst of His wonderful Saints here on earth. I am reminded of 1 John: I am able to love because He loves me first. Amen. The other day, we were given the opportunity to share with everyone what the Lord had taught us as individuals, and I was floored by the words said, encouragement and truth read, and honesty and transparency flowing through everyone. I think my eyes have seen and my heart is beginning to realize that as "called out missionaries," we are not perfect people. We all still struggle with things. The good news is that Jesus allows us to be more than conquerors. He is faithful, and He will do it. 

One more thing to share that has profoundly affected me: The reminder that the throne of God will (and already has) people from every tribe, tongue and nation worshipping around it. One morning in a session, a lady came and led us in a song in Mandarin; another lady read the Word in a Southeast Asian dialect, and a man prayed in an African heart language. It was so very powerful. As has been the case with me these past weeks, I just wept. It is so beautiful to think that my great God has and will continue to make His name known throughout all the earth. Once again, with or without us, our Lord is faithful, and He will do it.  

Athens: Home of the Dawgs, REM, Hodgson's.....and my best friends in the whole world.

So I might be making a big assumption in thinking that people will read this, but to all my Athens-folk: This is for you. This is my tribute to the Classic City, Athens, GA.

As I left Athens officially today, I rode out of town with a plethora of memories, adventures, and faces in my rearview mirror. It is a very interesting thing, leaving the place that has had such an impact in shaping who I have become. I said "see you soon" to some friends, which is hard enough in itself. Perhaps harder is thinking that I won't be around town come football season, when the streets become seas of red and black, and everyone is linked by the perceived divine knowledge that we all hail from Bulldog Nation. I won't be around for the first crimson leaves to fall, nor will I shiver on cold mornings, only to later peel off layers in the heat of the Indian summer afternoon. I won't be around when Downtown is covered in lights at Christmas, and I'll miss sitting outside Starbucks on cool Spring mornings, in anticipation of the arrival of blooms (and the not-so-fun pollen). Clocked will miss my business, and the trees on North Campus will miss me climbing them. :)

There are so many good things about Athens. The people, the places, the streets, the sounds, and the smells (even "poop-on-the-loop") have so defined the last four years of my life. It has truly become my home here on earth. Here's the thing. As difficult as it is to say goodbye to this earthly home, I have a place that is being prepared for my arrival, and I am so excited. God is preparing hearts and minds in Peru, and He is going to create a new place there for me, filled with opportunities to make new memories. 

So to all my friends in Athens, I just want to say I love you. I love the city, but I love you even more. Thanks for your prayers, your love, your encouragement, your tears, your laughter, your adventurous spirits, your craziness, your joy, and so many other things. We have some good stories; I can't wait to hear about new stories while I'm away. 

One day, sometime in the future, I'll walk the sidewalks of Downtown Athens and venture under the Arch again. And I'll be once more in my old stomping grounds, in MY town, where God blessed me with fun times and beautiful friendships. 

One more thing: Go Dawgs! Sic em'!

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It's 3:12 am. My foray into the blogging community has commenced, and it's 3:12. 

My goal in creating this virtual journal is not just to wax poetic. Though I love words, writing, and creating, there is something to be said for simplicity. Thus, I beg you not to think me so verbose and dramatic...I prefer to say that I'm passionate about what God has given me. 

As I start out on this new journey with Him, my hope is that you'll come with me. While part of me wants to stay in the States, God has given me the opportunity to go to Peru and join Him there. I expect to find Him in the most unexpected places, and that excites me. More on my future life in South America to come...

I'd love to write more, but I need to try to get some sleep. I've had so much just kind of blowing around in my mind, so I haven't had much luck at sleeping. It's now 3:22 am. Oof. 

This post is simply to say that I'm alive. Praise God, I'm alive. Each day has its uncertainties, but I know one thing, and one thing only: Christ in me. Praise the Lord.