Hello U.S of A! Whelp, this is my third blog of my mission trip in Guatemala. On this blog, I would like to talk to you all about how God has opened my eyes to complaining. Complaining, to express feelings of pain, dissatisfaction, or resentment. About 2 weeks ago my team and I were coming across some issues about the ministries here in Guatemala. Most of that was about the time issues here in Guatemala. That being we will be told a time to be somewhere but we will have to wait 30 minutes to an hour before we leave or someone even shows up. But that is just the culture here in Guatemala. So...

I wasn’t even planning to blog this week. I felt on the verge of verbal vomiting all over the page, and since the only person that would help is me, I thought I’d hold it in. Last night, however, I had a long, revelatory conversation with my dad and from that comes this blog post. When I was on the World Race, we frequently worked with pastors or churches, and consequently went nearly exclusively to their churches. So depending on the month and our contact, we would attend a different denomination’s churches throughout the region, or just one church the whole month. As a...

               Buenas! First off, sorry for the lack of blog last week. I don’t know why, I just could never bring myself to write. The past two weeks have been such an emotional roller coaster. The “highest of highs and lowest of lows” as it were. Secondly, sorry in advance for the seemingly directionless-ness and mumbo jumbo of this one. I promise I’m doing my best to write with clarity while giving you a wider picture of what’s going on. Here goes....

I met Manual the first time we went to the Children's Hospital three weeks ago. He and his sister were in the hallway of the hospital with their mother who looked emotionally and physically trained. Manual and his sister both looked like they were on the verge of death. They were extremely weak and exhausted. Manual and his sister were both suffering from intestinal problems and couldn't eat without getting sick. We prayed with them and left. The following day we had a children's program, where all the kids who were able came outside and watched my team perform skits and sing...

The other night we went to do prostitute ministries in the bar. Before going we were warned of the possible dangers and to be completely honest it got me pumped. Yes I have an adventurous spirit, but im not the type of idot that would take unnecessary risks in order to partake in one. Its not that im the kind of person that will just randomly fling myself into risky situations, but the idea of putting myself in possible danger in order to share the love of Christ is awesome. The idea of risking and putting it all on the line to do the Lord’s work is amazing.   Before leaving for...

Hey Everyone, This week I will write more than three sentences, I apologize for the shortness of my previous ones. So for a few weeks now, I have been really struggling with the aspect of God living in me and being present. I never really thought about this deeply or honestly really cared until being in here in Guatemala, through these weeks I just really yearned for a new relationship with my heavenly father;  a deep, intimate and unending relationship. This week the lord just really showed me that he is present with me and in me. When our team and I went evangelizing with Pastor...

                                           Back home, all of my friends know that I have a deep desire to adopt children once I am married and settled. That decision came about around five years ago. My friend and I were talking about how many kids we wanted to have and surprisingly he said none. I was so confused because I want to have 10. He then said some of the wisest words I have ever...

5. What Stoplight? Somedays, crossing the street seems like you're in that old arcade game "Frog Crossing." The cars don't stop. So be prepared to run, and above all else, use caution! Also in this category, I suppose, falls one of the (many) taxi stories. This time, we made a side trip to the gas station reaching our final destination. Now, being one of those paranoid people who reads all the signs posted at each and every gas station in the states, imagine the shock and terror I felt when the first and foremost rule was not followed: the driver didn't turn off the...

  The past few weeks here in Guatemala I can not even fully explain. It is a more of a different experience then I ever thought. God has been opening my eyes in many different ways, one being through the children´s hospital here in Puerto Barrios. Honestly, my whole life I have been intiminated by hospitals and had no desire to even attend one. So the other week our whole team went to the hospital, which was unlike one I have ever seen in the States. It was there, when I realized how sanitary and safe the hospital in the States really are. We are blessed there and most...

It doesn’t really matter so much that puerto barrios isn’t my favorite city in the world. Right now, in this season of life, there is honestly non place I’d rather be, because I know that I am home. I am here in His love, and it is here that I’m home. It’s a love that Gods only just begun opening my eyes to. I’m realizing for the first time that he loves me enough to truly want the best for me. And even if that means the future isn’t going to look like what I originally had planned, it’s going to be something so much greater than I could have...