
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Closing Days

Sunday, April 27, 2008
On the edge of a dream


Last spring, after I graduated from nursing school, I heard this phrase, "On the edge of a dream". It resonated deeply within me, as I began to feel Peru getting closer and closer. And now you can see the picture of us at this incredible waterfall, in the foothills of the Andes mountains. We had an amazing day hiking around there, and I went off by myself to pray and thank God for fulfilling this dream.
I had another moment the other day. I was at the home where we go a few times a week to be with the women and children, which is called the Home of Life (Hogar de Vida). I was holding one woman's baby, singing him songs about Jesus and making him laugh, and she was sitting close beside me. And I knew that in that moment, I was sharing the love of God in Peru, in the best way that I can.
I don't know if I'm making sense, but what I'm trying to say is...I'm not standing on the edge of my dream anymore--I'm living it! I am living my dream, the dream that God planted 11 years ago. And I love it.
On Wednesday we are living for a 2 1/2 week trip to the northern part of Peru. I would ask your prayers, as we will be travelling lots, the weather is hotter up there, and we will be eating unfamiliar foods again. Our team has already had a lot of sickness, and I want us to be strong physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Please pray for angels of protection and God's mighty power to be at work in us.
I hope you are well. And I thank those of you who take the time to read this and remember me and pray for me. I can feel your prayers across the miles.
Oh, yeah. And please pray that we won't meet any rats on our journey. I'm bringing my rat trap though. You just never know.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Living a Peruvian life


Thursday, March 27, 2008
I love Peru!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Come to church with me this morning...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Kickboxing???

OK, I have learned since being here that being a missionary doesn't always look how I imagined it. But I did not know that kickboxing would be part of my training here. Otto, our host missionary, really wanted us to accompany him to the gym every morning, so today was our first day and we did some kickboxing. (I have to say, I definitely enjoyed it.) He says that we need to be in good shape for our trip up north in May. And after thinking about it, I thought, yeah, a missionary should be in good shape. So I'm kickboxing.
I am getting more involved with the church and building relationships with people. This is a picture of Lisa, myself, and our host mom, Angelita learning to make jewelery with one of the ladies from the church. I gave my testimony in church on Sunday in Spanish (it was translated for me), and everyone was thrilled. Then yesterday we spent some time playing guitar at the park, and playing with some kids there. We met a woman selling jewelry, so we invited her to English classes, showed her where the church was, and she came! Someone there invited her to church on Sunday, and she said she would also come to that. And for me, it was a great moment.
I am totally bonding with my host family here. Jano (pronounced Hano) and his wife Angelita (little angel) are the pastors here. They live upstairs with 2 of their daughters, and we live downstairs, behind the church. They have made us feel so welcomed and loved here, even asking us to call them mami and pappi. Very affectionate. I feel so honored to live and work and love with them. Some people here are calling me Sarita (like little Sarah, very affectionate term), and I love it. I feel like I could fit in here.
So I'm where God wants me for this time. I love walking with Him on the path that He carves out for me, and I pray that same blessing for you.
Lots of love,
Sarita
Friday, March 7, 2008
Kissing and starving

