Words are hard. Photos are less hard. Thank the Lord for photos. Also I am serving as our team’s translator this month and I love it BUT my brain might have already collapsed in on itself, making words even harder. YAY ESPAÑOL AND COGNITIVE EXERCISE!
We left Atlanta for Chile last Tuesday morning (10/10/17) at 2:30 am and arrived in Santiago on Wednesday (10/11/17) at 9:10 am. Today is Thursday October 19th, 2017.
Here are some pictures of my life in the last 10 days.
2:30 am on 10/10/17. These are all my things. Our flight itinerary was: 7 am Atlanta to Boston on JetBlue –> 4:10 pm Boston to Houston on United (YAS we did have to recheck our packs and go through security again) –> 9:00 pm Houston to Santiago, Chile (~9 hour overnight flight)
~When you get to the airport at 3:30 am but the Jetblue employees don’t start their day until 4:45~
THAT VIEW THO
Pastor David and his son. Their relationship brings me more joy than most things.
Pretty much everyday we visit homes in our neighborhood. We listen to their stories, tell them our own, pray for them, sing with them, bring them the word of God and sometimes they give us lemons from their lemon trees.
Like American kids, Chilean kids enjoy popsicles and they get just as sticky
There are too many loose dogs in Chile. It stresses me out. This is the only one that made me smile. LOOK AT HIM HE IS A MUPPET
This church is wonderful. It is tiny and hot and full of the Holy Spirit
V thankful that Bob Esponja is alive and thriving in South America
Our host Pastor David took us to the Santiago Metropolitan Park on his/our only day off for the week. It was wonderful
(Right to Left) Yo, Sam, y La Jirafa Sir Lawrence
This is Santiago it is so big and beautiful and overwhelming and LOOK there are the Andes mountains and crosses !!!!
The lord made this nugget !!!! And this nugget luvs ice cream
MIRA LO QUE HIZO DIOS
The women of our church ASTOUND me. They minister in hospitals and women’s shelters and to members of their own church who are too sick to leave their homes. They also want to serve us in every way imaginable. I wish I wanted to do my laundry as much as they want to do my laundry. They feed us and pray for our parents and our journey and love God with their whole hearts in a way I didn’t know people could. The woman on the right is in her 80s and pulled me aside to tell me she was once a missionary too. I want to be her
We visited Monica (the hermanita in the blue robe) on Tuesday. She just turned 84 and they call her “la besadora” aka The Kisser. Everyone here kisses you on your cheek to greet you but she makes sure to get both cheeks. She lives near a school because she likes to hear the noise that children make and is a self-described extrovert. She only has one son and can’t leave her home very often, but the Lord brings her angels to visit her everyday. We got to tag along with them and love on her the way Jesus does.
They don’t stop feeding us and we don’t stop eating
In our young adult ministry I get to be weird and loud and goofy and all in Spanish. He made me joyful and He gives me joy and I love that my god values laughter
Sharing Jesús with the niños
I like this photo
*Technically* Hermano Luis is not our host pastor but he is truly a man of God who brings the gospel wherever he goes. Him and his wife adopted this disabled ovejita to care for until she’s big enough to live at the local animal hospital. She wears a diaper and her name is Domingo.
My hermana Sam took this photo. I love Sam I love these montañas I love these ppl
