tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288538272024-03-05T11:15:17.667-08:00they call me SaritaSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-78767138630927468032010-10-26T22:40:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:14:02.331-07:00Love One AnotherI teach the 3rd grade class every Sunday at South Hills and I sent this email to a parent of one of my students (names changed)...<br /><br />Hi Jessica,<br /><br />I have Jill in my 3rd grade class during second service every Sunday and I wanted to share something special that happened last Sunday. We were playing duck duck goose with all of the kids in the classroom. The kids started calling Billy silly names. He laughed at first then got really upset, put his head down into his hands, and began to cry. The rest of the kids in the circle scooted away from him. Joey, a high schooler who teacher the class with me, stood up from his spot in the circle and went to fill up the emptiness on one side of Ethan and patted him on the shoulder trying to comfort him. Then, Jill got up and sat on the other side of him and reprimanded the other kids in the circle for saying such surtful things and that they shouldn't do that because they wouldn't like it if someone did it to them. She remained next to him, the game went on, and he cheered up. It was a beautiful picture of standing up for the outcasts as God calls us to. You're doing something right with that girl. :) Thought you should know.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-61016924753484420702010-05-04T11:33:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:14:02.331-07:00PeaceAs I strolled through Anthropologie with some friends, I picked up a coffee table book. It was about African art. I only looked at it for a few minutes but one piece stuck out to me.<br /><br /><br />It's by an artist named Kester.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 297px" src="http://www.britishmuseum.org/images/com13492a_m.jpg" width="213" height="217" /></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 461px" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/16/22276343_ffb3a5414f.jpg" width="327" height="467" /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I read that African artists have collected 600,000 weapons in nine years. People exchange them for things such as sewing machines, building materials, and tools.<br /><br /><br />This reminds me of the verse<br /><br /><br />"They will beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore." Isaiah 2:4, Micah 4:3<br /><br /><br /><br />It's beautiful.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-29251923565814730542010-05-03T10:26:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:14:02.331-07:00Naive<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">I am so naïve to the world around me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was talking to Dane about this yesterday and then it was brought up again when I was looking at the news online this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This weekend there was crazy flooding in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Tennessee</st1:place></st1:State>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And I had no idea it was even raining there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>No idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know it’s not possible to know what is happening constantly all over the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And that disconnect was much worse years ago when there was no such thing as a car, phone, tv, internet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I guess God made us to focus on those around us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>To love our neighbors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Love them like we love ourselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Which is a lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t think God intended us to know what is happening across the globe each day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He knew we would one day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But He created us to live in community.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Close knit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sharing life with only the people whose homes you could walk to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Technology is great and useful but it’s not a necessity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>For thousands of years people have lived without the daily technologies we depend on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">In <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region>, it was more like that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They depend on their neighbors when they don’t have transportation, food, money, childcare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Almost the entire church was made up of those who could walk there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Who lived in the community.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But this tight group of people can also lead to a lot of drama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A lot of stress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Disagreements.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Because when we have a disagreement with a friend or co-worker, we can go home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We can get away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They live right down the street and there is no way to escape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>To let things air out and get a little breathing space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">I can’t say which is better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There is not one that is better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We are just different. With different lives. And cultures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But when I hear of the famine, genocide, disease, abuse, neglect all over the world I can’t help but feel guilty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Guilty that I don’t do more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That I don’t want to do more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I say a quick prayer, maybe even shed a tear, and then I get up and go to dinner with friends and forget all about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But it’s not that I just don’t care about people hurting across the globe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t care about my neighbors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>About people living a short drive from my home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Because there is disease, hunger, murder, abuse, neglect right here in Vegas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And a lot of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt">Maybe if I start loving my neighbor like I love myself, I’ll start caring about that person so far away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Step by step.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-60215326509386784192010-04-28T13:22:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:14:02.332-07:00The Man of My DreamsI thought it was time for an update. <br /><br />Not that there's much to update.<br /><br />There's one thing I'm sure of...I don't want to live here in the States for a whole lot longer. Things are too easy here. I get too comfortable. I forget about God. Because I can pretty much do it all on my own. And that's what defines the American culture. I am strong. I am an individual. I can do it. On my own. <br /><br />But when I look at the Bible...Adam was not good by himself. We were created to live in community. To be dependent on one another. And the Church...it's supposed to function like a body. My fingers can not type without the aide of my hands, arms, shoulders, eyes, brain, heart, lungs...If any part of my body fails...even my liver, which you don't consider needing just to type, but if my liver stops working, I stop working. Like the human body, we depend on one another.<br /><br />This is very basic stuff and really just rambling but I forget it so easily. Because I can do so well on my own. And I don't know if that will ever change. Financially, will I ever have to depend on someone else? Physically? Spiritually? Emotionally? I'm a pretty stable person. Or at least I like to think I am. And deep down, I don't want to have to depend on someone else. Because I was raised in a place where it's important to be able to do it all on your own. <br /><br />Back to an update...I don't think I'm moving away from the States until I have a husband. Because I don't think I could, or I don't want to live the rest of my life alone. There's a love and a bond that God created between a man and a woman that I want to experience. They were made for one another. And I don't think I'm strong enough to walk away from friends, family, and home without that person to walk with.<br /><br /><div align="center"> <img style="WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 104px" src="http://blog.boxbe.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/love.jpg" width="175" height="179" /></div><div align="center">So you can pray that I find that man. </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-33417631601756991772010-04-21T10:57:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:14:02.332-07:00I hate planningHello all,<br /><br />It's been a while and I don't even know who might still read this. But that's ok...This is really just me thinking in my own head. I like to write things down. So lately I've been thinking a lot about what's next for me. Right now, I'm a receptionist in the construction field. And I hate it. So I'm looking to see what's next. <br /><br />Some thoughts have been<br /><br />Substitute teacher<br />Start a small business in Mexico<br />Work with the ministry I was with for a year in Mexico again<br />Waitressing<br />Nursing<br /><br />Nursing is at the top of my list right now. It requires going back to school for two years which is the only down side. And I'm not positive that I'll like it. But I'm going to look into what kind of schooling is offered around here and if I can swing going to school full-time and working full-time. And I've heard the nursing degree is tough. But I have some money saved up which I could use if I couldn't do both school and work. <br /><br />It's looking pretty good.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-49374137508520372412009-09-23T21:26:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:13:46.202-07:00Duck tacos, anyone?Something silly I miss about Mexico are my ducks. <img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://www.anxietymadewell.com/photos/ducks/750/duck_pictures-dsc00342.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Nacho and Nacha.<br /><br />I think about those ducks a lot because here at my mom's house, there are a bunch of ducks that live on the lake out back. They come up from the lake to my mom's back yard to eat whatever they eat from the grass. It makes me smile. To know someday those ducks in Mexico will look like them. If Perla doesn't kill them before they grow up. Which, if I'm honest, I wouldn't be too surprised by.<br /><br />Maybe one day I'll see them again in Mexico. Or in Duck Heaven.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Amendment: Funny, but not really...Immediately after writing this, I checked my email to find this..."la nacha se murio el isai la piso solo queda nacho." Translation: "Nacha died. Isai stepped on her. It's just Nacho left." Sad news. But, like I said, I'm not surprised. Maybe they'll make duck tacos.</strong> </span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-37068480255320432902009-09-20T19:57:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:13:46.202-07:00A Midwest Beauty<div><div><div><div><div>It's beautiful here at my mom's in Minnesota. Fall is starting to come around and I love the crunching and shuffling of the dry leaves under my feet.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383750507796044354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPReV9vuhDZUXBN4csup-SV0-1dqPS5RH-YLxA71T9tPkhlDkhLnTTCnGfg5x3CQqU1EsBPp6ff2aspSOWMcsGc4TNwocdVaFIbqs_3RpflcT9gz31ocQVIR2eOywZmqtVcRjLiA/s400/lake+004.jpg" border="0" /><br />These are some pics I took around the lake. I've had run ins with all sorts of creatures. Caterpillars, snakes, raspberries, dead mice and more. But all along I've enjoyed being surrounded by God's creations. It's something you don't get much of in Vegas. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmz8x1b1blBc2EZJfzvfaXSt_PHPepq6u_dShuCZfRTLjcNgRMDLr1HKXmKNDgr7o4Ty3R470wA3RKfCFgYmJOnR21eto5N4zFKg_t1W51xg0_DIiWSUeXsTxrAHGOYmy1XxHMQ/s400/lake2+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-23225456271815932362009-09-17T14:52:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:13:46.202-07:00An American Girl Trying to Cook Mexican FoodFor those who don't know, I'm staying with my mom in Rochester, Minnesota for the next few weeks. Not really sure how long. Time will tell. For now, I will share my adventure in the <em>Land of 10,000 Lakes</em>...<br /><br />My plan was to put my cooking skills to use and make an <strong>authentic</strong> Mexican meal for Mom. I planned to find the local Mexican market (even <em>Rochester</em> has one. actually more than one!). I knew they'd have all the ingredients I needed. <br /><br />After walking in the glass doors, immediately I saw labels and foods that are so familiar. But I had<strong> no idea</strong> where anything was. It wasn't at all like Fernando's--the <span style="font-size:78%;">little</span> market downstairs from where we lived in Mexico. In Fernando's I know exactly where the eggs, Arizona iced tea, and tomato puree are. This store in Rochester was <span style="font-size:130%;">familiar</span> but so <span style="font-size:130%;">different</span>. After circling the small store a few times, it was time to check out. I thought to myself, "Do I speak English? Spanish? Does she speak Spanish?" I chose English. And walked out to the parking lot hoping never to go in there again. It was just too <em>akward</em>.<br /><br />Well, besides burning the hot peppers for the salsa, it turned out pretty well. Like always, I made <strong>WAY</strong> too much. What can I say? I'm used to cooking for 50. Not 2. But I don't think I should ever cook Mexican food for Mexicans. My cooking is just not the same. I would need a bit more training.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-12215421790323180622009-09-10T13:04:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:15:55.712-07:00Goldilocks...Just Right<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxyy-JI8Yi9Gt1dwSgSdH7FRvDooRscP8R4Vs_B7yT2dyJr3x9Za6LnOKwN2uV_W7TerPGSZJO12jYtGWQiAVI3oKf106h15anOMpWKfIELbm4aVZsbDM9EVtN2BwziGm1Zlhgw/s1600-h/5413_1189769714547_1537484201_493068_8243427_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379592086565989346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxyy-JI8Yi9Gt1dwSgSdH7FRvDooRscP8R4Vs_B7yT2dyJr3x9Za6LnOKwN2uV_W7TerPGSZJO12jYtGWQiAVI3oKf106h15anOMpWKfIELbm4aVZsbDM9EVtN2BwziGm1Zlhgw/s400/5413_1189769714547_1537484201_493068_8243427_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This was my home.</div><br /><div></div><div>With children I love.</div><br /><div></div><div>This is a beautiful picture.</div><br /><div></div><div>I spent so many mornings, afternoons and evenings in this neighborhood. Got to know so many people. Who know how to give and know how to receive. There's a balance. </div><br /><div></div><div align="center"><em>At the present time your plenty will supply what they need,</em></div><div align="center"><em>so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Then there will be equality, as it is written: </em></div><div align="center"><em>"He who gathered much did not have too much, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and he who gathered little did not have too little."</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="left">I have always been the one with plenty ready to supply the need. Will I ever be in need? Then again, there were so many people who supplied what I needed to be in Mexico. Their plenty supplied for my need. It's true.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The church is supposed to be like Goldilocks. </div><div align="left">No one has too much. </div><div align="left">No one has too little. </div><div align="left">They're all juuust riiight. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Look at the world you live in...Where do you stand?</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-43165768210087006772009-09-09T14:46:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:15:55.713-07:00Love Art<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379590464945464338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUCXWWWfNbY2NC_2owOyLqKweBdoIlVJowgqL8GBlROZD_YZLTURPov6K3v01k3_qdYQXbIFnCi7Pa_ocwo9z69gKeuIwXMVJzhAWXXapqsXozmQg-r7OO2NaPrzwyirK11aIhA/s400/dawn+revisited.bmp" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxN0Pvx5dBFMrQHiwKBR6lF4aVhz4iT4gJhKcuaPJd6WQXHZNzvEUEIZt-Ac6gb9tTGZdMm2pEAcP6Ot6Bj0hxB3-pE-My4YUbiQzeyLp9CX-my11VQx6GEC7bUEiP8CxkinX4w/s1600-h/natasha+wescoat.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379590487010562306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxN0Pvx5dBFMrQHiwKBR6lF4aVhz4iT4gJhKcuaPJd6WQXHZNzvEUEIZt-Ac6gb9tTGZdMm2pEAcP6Ot6Bj0hxB3-pE-My4YUbiQzeyLp9CX-my11VQx6GEC7bUEiP8CxkinX4w/s400/natasha+wescoat.bmp" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtohmkyLzkIrgbpG2ueHRENGOMooYd4CFMiXvwib-8e9zIUGYmD4pCv0ltxbYoDxwTiscEFMIvv1AUe2WWDW9dC9_ZCeQLPApIRg5XnYuq1oV4itzE4g3R1fszH8sb_z33Qq7klA/s1600-h/flower.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379590476782772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtohmkyLzkIrgbpG2ueHRENGOMooYd4CFMiXvwib-8e9zIUGYmD4pCv0ltxbYoDxwTiscEFMIvv1AUe2WWDW9dC9_ZCeQLPApIRg5XnYuq1oV4itzE4g3R1fszH8sb_z33Qq7klA/s400/flower.bmp" border="0" /></a>This is Natasha Wescoat.<br /><br /><br /><br />I think her art is beautiful.<br /><br /><br /><br />The colors and swirls and depth.<br /><br />And thought maybe you'd like it, too.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-56487174015658029902009-09-08T22:05:00.001-07:002010-11-02T11:15:55.713-07:00Home AgainHere are some pics of my last day in Mexico. It was a Sunday. In church that day, they surprised me by calling me up front. Almost every person in the church, including my dad, came up and said a few words to me as a going away thing. It made me cry a bunch!! Then, after, they had a little party for me with lunch and a cake. My dad was there because he picked me up in Ensenada and brought me back to Vegas. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pItkeH0MIhb50_XAOdCC7RAjolMqsqQyXE_3qw-QfR4vS4iqSp0040IHJ5NdBeaBVYtbBlhTh_za1G62M2vp6jCdkZ3kFoSIt1yK98uJsYuUV5BZGdEaBb6DedTZN7m6fCuCAQ/s1600-h/lastparty+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335154812322290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1pItkeH0MIhb50_XAOdCC7RAjolMqsqQyXE_3qw-QfR4vS4iqSp0040IHJ5NdBeaBVYtbBlhTh_za1G62M2vp6jCdkZ3kFoSIt1yK98uJsYuUV5BZGdEaBb6DedTZN7m6fCuCAQ/s320/lastparty+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335123752446274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Wt5PB2is5TMyhtzhlKNybjiME575OoCqEdAeJjzh6rz64KbynxxQk_m3GYKkpInQV2VwaIx2eDK9piHGEGNhDytntpXOrDuK55TD80uR7GhbG7oB5ZHWML8Nyo-bayKPGhXDzg/s320/lastparty+001.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSCdd3QAwKCoGSXtHnq27SdatdD23kTS0BI9M6kQGpJSW4iQaJE2dMQflW6Ll9nWD5pKPkdbj5T77Bb9yXKsiPO2xRI3Kno6wmsxSrZ4ch9dRVAvV4xdLNpEXdPWh_G9DAjWJ3A/s1600-h/lastparty+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335132714495474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSCdd3QAwKCoGSXtHnq27SdatdD23kTS0BI9M6kQGpJSW4iQaJE2dMQflW6Ll9nWD5pKPkdbj5T77Bb9yXKsiPO2xRI3Kno6wmsxSrZ4ch9dRVAvV4xdLNpEXdPWh_G9DAjWJ3A/s320/lastparty+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-Z7kXhtaHog6lEZE2WLaRukHpm18Pxjp5cHiUXyWtlJE6x9HfsNFEJVN1Nlci8y9PZc4JvZqk1b1Y2NO0BoKRsvt4edx-z7IJ7SchTXPxL8aLr_GyHbX5F5oJLWoedJtrSphqA/s1600-h/lastparty+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335146193146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-Z7kXhtaHog6lEZE2WLaRukHpm18Pxjp5cHiUXyWtlJE6x9HfsNFEJVN1Nlci8y9PZc4JvZqk1b1Y2NO0BoKRsvt4edx-z7IJ7SchTXPxL8aLr_GyHbX5F5oJLWoedJtrSphqA/s320/lastparty+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ1ixnfVaw3ZZ4UeKjLkJ-1cbT0zeRf1_Qs4lfj5N9GuFNZPIHw5nSBV2NxfkWpwTnzdzCV60eUGJcBhlpMe8yzI08ZV-SUN3ce_8MEjcV6I0wO7-eH3boraJyj7D_Ys2XhWtDQ/s1600-h/lastparty+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379335140897705874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ1ixnfVaw3ZZ4UeKjLkJ-1cbT0zeRf1_Qs4lfj5N9GuFNZPIHw5nSBV2NxfkWpwTnzdzCV60eUGJcBhlpMe8yzI08ZV-SUN3ce_8MEjcV6I0wO7-eH3boraJyj7D_Ys2XhWtDQ/s320/lastparty+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>It's almost like I never left. Falling right back into the life I left a year and a half ago. Everything here is the same but I'm different. I know I'm different but I think it will take me a while to see how. I mean, how could I not be different after a year and a half in Mexico?<br /><div> </div><div>My beautiful friends have allowed me to stay with them this week. I'm staying in a friend's room while she's actually in Mexico! She's attending a wedding in Cabo. Then Friday, I'll be going to Minnesota to visit my mom. I'll be with her a couple weeks visiting family and just hanging out. I haven't seen them since Christmas so it will be good to be up there.</div><div> </div><div>I think I need to give myself some more time to reflect on my time in Mexico. I think Minnesota will give me some good time for that. Here in Vegas, there are so many people I want to see and catch up with so I keep myself pretty busy. I just want to make sure I get time to look back. </div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-66775194307454135992009-09-03T16:07:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.881-07:00Baby Ducks in Our House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDl00NOFgwxG6BGWnK1PKmUSt82JJ6KIbkgrUjFyH7lTt6x-BdBPB0CtPAZFioL-PNGAvwxZzeEb5Yk21jyHZifZRzh2a7tFttVnGOcKbqa3Iai5IZTKmD72GO8-SqZoRFTtM1cw/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373733012420692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDl00NOFgwxG6BGWnK1PKmUSt82JJ6KIbkgrUjFyH7lTt6x-BdBPB0CtPAZFioL-PNGAvwxZzeEb5Yk21jyHZifZRzh2a7tFttVnGOcKbqa3Iai5IZTKmD72GO8-SqZoRFTtM1cw/s320/ducks.jpg" border="0" /></a> So these are our baby ducks.<br /><br /><br /><br />Nacho and Nacha are their names.<br /><br /><br /><br />They enjoy swimming, lettuce, and flies.<br /><br /><br /><br />And they poop everywhere.<br /><br /><br /><br />I love them.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-52259228179856857352009-09-02T18:54:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.882-07:00Attention All SupportersAs of September 1st (2 days ago), I will no longer be an intern with the Christian and Missionary Alliance.<br /><br />Really, the only change this will make for me is that I no longer receive financial support from the C&MA. That means that if you are one of my monthly financial supporters, the last month I need support is August. Which is quickly coming to a close.<br /><br />I will still be in Mexico for a few weeks to come. Some of that time I'll be here at the ministry base and some I'll be living with one of the pastor's families.<br /><br />Thank you to all of you who have supported me financially. I reached my full fundraising goal and God gets all the glory. It's only through Him that I was able to raise over $10,000 for this year of ministry here in Ensenada.<br /><br />And if you're wondering, I'll be home Monday, September 7th! This time has gone by so fast here!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-87596215574711854982009-08-24T17:33:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.882-07:00My New House<div> It looks like I spoke a little too soon. I won't be coming home next Tuesday like I thought I might need to. Which is a sigh of relief. I'm very tired from this summer but not tired of Mexico. I'm surprised I'm not tired of this place.<br /></div><div>I translated the story for the kids today. I really enjoy translating. Especially translating Bible stories or testimonies because when I'm speaking truth--deep, loving truth--that comes from the what God has done in peoples' lives, I get this feeling from the inside. It just makes me smile. It's this good, whole feeling. It's beautiful. The Holy Spirit is absolutely right there with me as I translate in the ministries here.</div><div><br /></div><div>The reason I was thinking I might need to come home next Tuesday is because that's the day the last two interns leave from here. And I'm not about to live in Mexico by myself. Since I came back in November, Rosi and I always joke about them adding a room to the house for me. Well, all that joking will be a reality next Tuesday night. This summer, Rosi and Ricardo were built an addition onto their home which allows them more space for bedrooms. So Perla (Rosi's 16-year-old sister) and I will be staying in one of those added rooms. This will not be all fun and games. I thought I've had it rough up to this point. At their house, there is no running water. Which makes a whole lot of things harder to do. Shower, flush the toilet, do laundry, do dishes, cook, and you could probably think of more. Before the addition was added, they were living in a 16'x25' house with two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen and living room. With the addition it's double the size. Perla and I will have a room that's about 10'x10' or a little more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pics of the fam around the house. You can't see much but it gives you an idea.</div><div> </div><div align="center">This is Isaac inside the house.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLf_F-Rdkq_Yu1iDRoQtHXQ5fDaFgv-CHIC0-BthSK_gTwdAXdki8Q84exw01a3z3YEltaKnTBGDlsSEdDEEvWx5KTXfBiKsL0UV8oubyvp4J5H82jrhQaQr5va2EnRnpnmIEpw/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+594.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698457552579906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLf_F-Rdkq_Yu1iDRoQtHXQ5fDaFgv-CHIC0-BthSK_gTwdAXdki8Q84exw01a3z3YEltaKnTBGDlsSEdDEEvWx5KTXfBiKsL0UV8oubyvp4J5H82jrhQaQr5va2EnRnpnmIEpw/s320/Mexico_Year+594.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Isai infront of the house.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698435395379458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzfFfXQhaHz4XsQWQuDVkd1XSsLlTsX2iGSyf2j2CISlE5MyKPmSso5jDA5GaTHkgg5qKKl_hJxrM5ULc8h0hxthQuVVABMlckzgpCY7p8vOT8XznHE7OXUrbc6TTuSkkTuRBIQ/s320/Mexico_Year+071.jpg" border="0" />The whole fam in the living room.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlDg8Ge_wrpbcx9m3SS_XqOZeY2sxHugVzFkwIPE7B0yW5pcgov3i4iSONM8BDRZHqoFzYJRoKNkI_ZFmht1EmDCkeBJzhZ9sHcmqR5fKvT70MHc5hyIleZ_kqLhtLPmcxLrdeA/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+564.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698442393980290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlDg8Ge_wrpbcx9m3SS_XqOZeY2sxHugVzFkwIPE7B0yW5pcgov3i4iSONM8BDRZHqoFzYJRoKNkI_ZFmht1EmDCkeBJzhZ9sHcmqR5fKvT70MHc5hyIleZ_kqLhtLPmcxLrdeA/s320/Mexico_Year+564.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is Perla who I'll be sharing the room with. I love her!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WhUrY6b0QoZBzFTAUdYVbufEmG5Namxg8nDkzKAy5fyOHfJbOboPhSgJrkLy-R5zUP3nBN397doBocN5HhJHx4Y1W9dU25nDyOgvBJxpUXX3xXxzxMdcOujlRyZfUjdAfidhLA/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698425359327538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WhUrY6b0QoZBzFTAUdYVbufEmG5Namxg8nDkzKAy5fyOHfJbOboPhSgJrkLy-R5zUP3nBN397doBocN5HhJHx4Y1W9dU25nDyOgvBJxpUXX3xXxzxMdcOujlRyZfUjdAfidhLA/s320/Mexico_Year+038.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-27112938363132203842009-08-23T23:13:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.882-07:00Marriage Worthy Food<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCN3an-b3yVCqOUNkgrPg0zsZ3Kev_l_kMMaB-xdkHPfaJp5UzH0dcycjpD5OJDgVZFxa0mLjBvIk_6YYDVkJWBb1EzhkYZ2Yqf6xBwBfr6XBaoLieefDuCzHfgcuB5ICFqFrVwA/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373376882992218210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCN3an-b3yVCqOUNkgrPg0zsZ3Kev_l_kMMaB-xdkHPfaJp5UzH0dcycjpD5OJDgVZFxa0mLjBvIk_6YYDVkJWBb1EzhkYZ2Yqf6xBwBfr6XBaoLieefDuCzHfgcuB5ICFqFrVwA/s320/Mexico_Year+096.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here, there's a common saying that if you know how to cook, you're ready to get married. I've been told I'm ready to get married a number of times!<br /><br />Things I've been taught to cook since being in Mexico (get ready, this list is long!)<br /><div><ul><li>burritos</li><li>carne asada</li><li>enchiladas</li><li>chiles rellenos</li><li>flautas</li><li>pozole</li><li>tostadasmexican rice (here it's just called rice)</li><li>refried beans</li><li>empanadas</li><li>horchata (drink made from rice)</li><li>jamaica (drink made from dried flowers)</li><li>champurrada (drink made from corn flour, milk & chocolate)</li><li>fish tacos</li><li>lots of different salsas</li><li>homemade corn & flour tortillas</li><li>nopales (a type of cactus)</li></ul><p>The list goes on. I just wanted to share my Mexican culinary skills with you. </p><p>Are you impressed?</p><p>So if you're in the mood for some authentic Mexican food, call me up. We can make a day of it. </p></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-23428005249841574742009-08-22T00:29:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.883-07:00A Kevinese Proverb<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESgh0lgE-J0ujifpERR2qgwUGP7fDJzuxsn8JGVoDH_Ssw8XYraQ23Y0zjMjpJQ8XgQwqT96pUv0SaGGbvwOYRKkY3_oyP-lK8fTdJuMnvIZNF7wznajQ3S3_9YTlVxleRaktHg/s1600-h/5920_573929533699_24802006_33968257_2513130_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372687879029234610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESgh0lgE-J0ujifpERR2qgwUGP7fDJzuxsn8JGVoDH_Ssw8XYraQ23Y0zjMjpJQ8XgQwqT96pUv0SaGGbvwOYRKkY3_oyP-lK8fTdJuMnvIZNF7wznajQ3S3_9YTlVxleRaktHg/s320/5920_573929533699_24802006_33968257_2513130_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It's not about not doing what everyone else is doing.</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It's about doing what no one else is doing.</em></div><br /><br /><div>This thought is thanks to my new friend, Kevin. He interned with us for six weeks this summer. And I wanted to share that with you.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-29508340483138724132009-08-21T14:28:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.883-07:00Mild? Hot? Or Spicy!?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHrMdix4bCO8seb2Tq6OuBtDyzpXNewUtZG4eoIpXXFaZoDYlMU0_3LAK4LNF_7fmkadVi0ztkgIPyEy9h-oA_A8FleZrJE7CfYk8Pyc3zGwSskm4dM1AZZEkXJ97rvidzqzptA/s1600-h/6256_1147260565104_1335240561_30593681_2710480_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372546198314913282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHrMdix4bCO8seb2Tq6OuBtDyzpXNewUtZG4eoIpXXFaZoDYlMU0_3LAK4LNF_7fmkadVi0ztkgIPyEy9h-oA_A8FleZrJE7CfYk8Pyc3zGwSskm4dM1AZZEkXJ97rvidzqzptA/s320/6256_1147260565104_1335240561_30593681_2710480_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I sit here and think about how little time I have left. I haven't let myself think about that yet. But it's coming so much sooner than I thought. I think I might leave next weekend. Next weekend. I haven't even told anyone that yet because it's just so unreal. This makes me so sad. But I have to remember I am the clay. And I have a Potter who knows what He's doing. I would love it if God brought me back here in a few months. Maybe six. Because I do really want to go home to see family and friends. I miss you all so much. And to go to Jamba Juice. To be in Vegas again with the beautiful city lights. To see the new building South Hills will be moving into. To share what God has done in me the past year. </div><br /><div>But I don't want to stay there. I get too wrapped up in myself. I can't understand what it is to depend on God. </div><br /><div>Not that I have it all together here. And I still have it really easy. But there's nothing I can call my own. Just my clothes. And honestly, it is such a blessing to me. To not own anything and to know that all of this is just lent to me right now. The bed I sleep in. The car I drive. The room I live in. The food in the fridge. The cell phone I use. Even the money I spend. All the money I have was given to me by supporters. People like you. I didn't earn any of it. It's all a gift. And I at home, I try to think about the stuff I have like that. My paychecks. My car. My house. But I still see it as being all mine. My brain just isn't big enough to realize it's still all God's. Whether I worked for it or not. I just don't want to live my whole life here acquiring more things. I still give. A bunch. But only if it's safe and doesn't effect my standard of living.</div><br /><div>I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were either cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. For you say, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire, so that you may be rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself and the shame of your nakedness may not be seen, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see. </div><div>Revelation 3:17-18</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-15368962582083646502009-08-19T13:55:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.883-07:00Again for the First TimeI feel like I've learned so much about God over the past year. And to me, they're huge things. But when I say them outloud, it sounds lame. Because I haven't really learned anything new about God. He hasn't changed. I've learned things that I've taught in Sunday school for years. But now, it's more than words. I've seen and experienced.<br /><br />God is the Great Physician. In the States, I don't need God to be my Great Physician. If I get sick, I take some meds. If it gets worse I go to the doctor. Quick and easy. And I have the money to pay for it all. Here, we have to trust that God will heal. God can do things that no doctor can do. There was a man from Princeton, New Jersey who developed a tooth abscess on Monday. The left side of his face was so swollen it looked like he had a baseball stuck in the side of his mouth. We prayed. Not just once. Everytime we prayed (before breakfast, before construction, after construction, before lunch, just for fun...) we asked God to heal him. Wednesday rolled around and he was feeling better but still not too hot. We decided he needed to see the dentist but before he went, we prayed and put it in God's hands. He got to the dentist only to be told that the abscess had drained and was started to heal itself. There was nothing more the dentist could do.<br /><br />God is the potter. I'm just a piece of clay. I can't do anything on my own. That is such a relief when I think about it. To know that God is shaping me. He knows what He's doing with my life and the end result will be beautiful. There are many stages in making a clay pot when it just looks so...not like a pot. The clay gets built up then torn down only to be built up again. But the whole time, the potter has an end goal in mind. And the clay has no say in the whole deal. What right does the clay have to say, "What do you think you're doing?" It's just some balled up mud. I trust with all I am that the Potter know what He's doing.<br /><br />There's more. But I haven't processed it yet. Honestly, I'm a little scared to head back to the States. Comfortable. Selfish. Prosperous. Lazy. Lukewarm. I still am all of these things. Some more than others. And it's not that I think the United States is filled with awful people who are all going to Hell. Nothing like that at all. But I think in the States we're blinded. By politics, money, media, culture, "morality". The status quo. Within the church and without. <br /><br />That was not the intention of this blog. I just wanted to tell you guys that I've fallen more in love with Jesus. And it's wonderful. I'd say you should try it. But it's nothing you can do. I had to realize I'm just a piece of clay, but I have a friend who knows what's up. <br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/1056186/Untitled" title="Wordle: Untitled"><img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1056186/Untitled" alt="Wordle: Untitled" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-27721005249825093452009-08-09T23:01:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.884-07:00Bidi Bidi Bum Bum<div><div><div>Rosi had her baby!! Last night at 11:30. Perla (Rosi's little sister) texted me at 11 and told me she started having serious contractions. Rosi named her baby girl Viry. Pronounced BEE-dee. She says she named her after the Selena song from the 90's...Bidi Bidi Bum Bum. I don't know the real name of that song but I like it. Here are some pics. She's only about 15 hours old in these!</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368212420028926866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1lXfFUvTdrici4eII0aeom1Ck1LHO7aLojNrkmZv-phz4AOZx64lww1HvnAim90g4cr25gDU9An4VUa-eTNPc7_btcrA0ZbulK4dv8W6tRvotDmugt8kH8XysrBE9AwIhbcZdg/s320/la+viry+001.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bNPYPieEt4ZWS1Rqw9airEZL5HtJmerFlsmb-FaaO3_w9Z1fKGnnnOBixpVbBUV4YgWSuXU8QIEJWXBzUuPIoQQRgP4ygvwi9BZMeygxhYLWzrQ78NUd5jdtsYnh_vuE4IFEnQ/s1600-h/la+viry+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368212433052877634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bNPYPieEt4ZWS1Rqw9airEZL5HtJmerFlsmb-FaaO3_w9Z1fKGnnnOBixpVbBUV4YgWSuXU8QIEJWXBzUuPIoQQRgP4ygvwi9BZMeygxhYLWzrQ78NUd5jdtsYnh_vuE4IFEnQ/s320/la+viry+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDPaqzFHQihJZl2J90fTub7-s1vJ9wkkSNpnCiWd3rvzYNQc4iB_dV2naejMsdiKuGd1ZyzkYO2pTpN7Lu2XIYPDFRkT0macrWr5teEjoHqXE_elmY0hUHHKafePwnH_2Z6tV6A/s1600-h/la+viry+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368212431871511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDPaqzFHQihJZl2J90fTub7-s1vJ9wkkSNpnCiWd3rvzYNQc4iB_dV2naejMsdiKuGd1ZyzkYO2pTpN7Lu2XIYPDFRkT0macrWr5teEjoHqXE_elmY0hUHHKafePwnH_2Z6tV6A/s320/la+viry+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368212438410836290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTM1OcTzFHS_8_FJYDcmJM5hrerhwNmyBii-MIjN7eN-wIKv_tbZFDtNPVBmTUBVv1Xo6aIe4Aqx9PMlmfLCIk4fCXd8g2s3bC0Q14YyfF9Yb8hZtPjSujddw3gbgQq6XIp8fTA/s320/la+viry+005.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p>Having babies happens a lot different here as you'd probably guess. Yes, they have their babies in the hospital. But no one is allowed back with them when they're in there. They're in one big room while they're going through all the contractions and when one of the is finally dialated and ready to push that's when they take them away to have the baby in a separate room. And they don't hang around the hospital too long. Rosi was out of there by about 2 in the afternoon after just having the baby at midnight. She'll go back to the hospital tomorrow for a check up to make sure all is well. </p><p>Everyone is healthy, happy and tired. </p><p>Praise God for another beautiful baby girl He's made.</p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-54118687280938539452009-07-26T16:08:00.001-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.884-07:00Mofles is Spanish for MufflerI'm sitting here enjoying a glass of ice. Yes. Ice. It's a treat here in Mexico. It is settling in my stomach on top of the mantaray soup we ate after church. Yes. Mantaray. These things...<br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="172" src="http://animalsneedkisses.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/mantaray.jpg" width="325" /></p><p align="left">Rafa makes a soup that is actually quite delicious. You'll have to come to Ensenada to try it!</p><p align="left">So much has happened through this ministry over the past few weeks. Within the past month or so, we've built a boys dormitory for children with special needs, 10 houses, and the second story of Reyerio's church. We successfully survived the largest week of our summer! Last week, we hosted 81 people from Princeton, New Jersey. Through all of these teams, relationships have been formed that are so encouraging. And even if these people never see one another again, they'll have lasting memories that their change lives. Even in just a small way.</p><p align="left">I have a new friend at the weekly Bible class (VBS) at Roca Fuerte. His name is Mofles (MOE-flays). It literally means muffler. He's a skinny, bronen-skinned boy whose amost 4 years old. Last week, he came to VBS in a pair of khaki shorts. That's it. It was another hot day so it made sense that he wouldn't want to put a shirt on. But his shoes. Where were his shoes? I jokingly asked what happened to his shirt and poked his belly just to get a glimpse of his cute little smile. But where were his shoes? When VBS ended we all went outside to play and eat snack. I could tell his feet were burning on the hot sand so we went to sit on a bench in the shade of the church. I asked, "Where are your shoes?" He told me he doesn't have any. This makes me sad. But as sad as that makes me, it makes me just as happy to just sit with him. They way he cuddles into my lap. Showing me his animal crackers (he thought it was a horse. i thought it was a rhinocerous.) His shy smile. His skinny arms. His dirty hands. He is God's. And God will take care of him. If God wants to use me to show him a little love, good. If God wants to use someone else, good. But God will take care of Mofles. </p><p align="left"><strong>Please pray for Rosi because she's due to have her baby girl this week!!</strong></p><p align="left">Here are a few pictures from these past couple weeks that I like. Just imagine you're here with me!</p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK9c651wuMj_4A69kOlMBDWC0zoNYX7VLA_JEXUf_cpXH-d0LqPM8Q7wmAYvp85MtokxCm8hIndlEaa5DLUt0dDGkMjuV0rvn5lSSNzn57cZd8Gk7qXHPWXa5XzyN_3elvtvb6w/s1600-h/6456_130471164898_741699898_3151535_991794_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929489440519346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK9c651wuMj_4A69kOlMBDWC0zoNYX7VLA_JEXUf_cpXH-d0LqPM8Q7wmAYvp85MtokxCm8hIndlEaa5DLUt0dDGkMjuV0rvn5lSSNzn57cZd8Gk7qXHPWXa5XzyN_3elvtvb6w/s320/6456_130471164898_741699898_3151535_991794_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9JI4JV2VuZQn95xFG7zjSw9g1iJtvnl08JM7Be3eAmTGzQ4p6B74U1BmtXMpZOPItM9sNn-SqVnSKt40NkI68ru9Hrjz5iNoDIwIRKsnv2yFLu4FHtxLzfp-Zh-8Wo6uOxRE5w/s1600-h/6456_130471119898_741699898_3151528_3269742_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929484250012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9JI4JV2VuZQn95xFG7zjSw9g1iJtvnl08JM7Be3eAmTGzQ4p6B74U1BmtXMpZOPItM9sNn-SqVnSKt40NkI68ru9Hrjz5iNoDIwIRKsnv2yFLu4FHtxLzfp-Zh-8Wo6uOxRE5w/s320/6456_130471119898_741699898_3151528_3269742_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiY-NArCijxJ8e53nECfcvObnJieCWCH0rOAEO81DRzMQ43IZv3CU0SEhTDDYm2wh4nptTUzB1M3L3CnIGd8J-WbdzRh1sPOxq7zXwHLbCqxEEjVPEPuSc_vzHuUKeNYprglD2w/s1600-h/6456_130470564898_741699898_3151443_7474835_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929483697223026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiY-NArCijxJ8e53nECfcvObnJieCWCH0rOAEO81DRzMQ43IZv3CU0SEhTDDYm2wh4nptTUzB1M3L3CnIGd8J-WbdzRh1sPOxq7zXwHLbCqxEEjVPEPuSc_vzHuUKeNYprglD2w/s320/6456_130470564898_741699898_3151443_7474835_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GJWIiHOs2_EItuSqzIrSSKbb_rAxz6DSAtXW5i7vxpMFGPVW7tnQzuzZJrlTSSpZVmg7K8EslMwgnt2HiA-ualBYhKmEMNhWAyLmLYv2P4RIMF2eZ5azk5vpejtIco7iT4yGHA/s1600-h/6456_130470769898_741699898_3151479_3602609_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929477164477842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GJWIiHOs2_EItuSqzIrSSKbb_rAxz6DSAtXW5i7vxpMFGPVW7tnQzuzZJrlTSSpZVmg7K8EslMwgnt2HiA-ualBYhKmEMNhWAyLmLYv2P4RIMF2eZ5azk5vpejtIco7iT4yGHA/s320/6456_130470769898_741699898_3151479_3602609_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><p align="left"></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-34179876516751618332009-07-15T14:05:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.884-07:00Hot Busy LoveThose are the three words I would use to describe what's going on here right now.<br /><br /><div>It's been in the high 80s I think for the past couple weeks and it's killer. I know the high 80s sounds like a perfect temperature for those of you in Vegas right now, but we're used to it being much cooler than that. <strong>Pray for our teams we go out to construction and working with kids every day.</strong> That sun beats down and can take a toll on our bodies. </div><br /><div>We are in the middle of our 3rd week of constant group-ness. We've had groups from New Jersey, South Carolina, and Iowa with a total of about 120 people. Every day brings new adventures. Sometimes, I'm in the kitchen cooking with our beautiful chef Tomasa. Last night, we made close to 200 flautas and vats full of beans and pasta salad. Gotta love it. Sometimes I'm helping lead the groups to the beach or souveneir shopping. Hard life, right? Sometimes I'm at vacation Bible school. Rarely I'm at the construction site. Sometimes I'm food shopping. A lot of the time I'm cleaning and organizing stuff around our ministry base. And the list goes on. </div><br /><div><strong>Please pray for our team as we have a group of 80 from Jersey coming in on Saturday. </strong>This is double our average group size. It will be a week of streching and a week that will only work through the Spirit. As I look ahead I'm intimidated by the size of what is going to happen but then I look at our God and I just laugh. He is so good and He has good plans for this week.</div><br /><div>Even though it's hot and busy I have a continued growing love inside me. God is showing me things about myself and about himself and it's brought me such joy. Life is hard but God is more than enough for me. As long as God is with me, anything can happen and it will be ok. Because I know who I am and where I'm going. I have been saved by the One who made this universe and I'm going to spend forever with Him. That is something to smile about.</div><br /><div>Here are a couple pictures of one of the groups as they were building a house and after ministry at the Boys Home (boys rehab/correctional center).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5RBPCWI0FoFRWU4NsHiLh7GBAChtf4tMTf903vZRi931BdJfY-qhWwoU8465FTLZI5dxGKYl6TQ9IHd6fHR-w9ASvWlmASitbuZ9KNzZl1APXE4Qz7onEP5kyCZvrH_HmYiPxA/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358802789814591538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5RBPCWI0FoFRWU4NsHiLh7GBAChtf4tMTf903vZRi931BdJfY-qhWwoU8465FTLZI5dxGKYl6TQ9IHd6fHR-w9ASvWlmASitbuZ9KNzZl1APXE4Qz7onEP5kyCZvrH_HmYiPxA/s200/Mexico_Year+272.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5RBPCWI0FoFRWU4NsHiLh7GBAChtf4tMTf903vZRi931BdJfY-qhWwoU8465FTLZI5dxGKYl6TQ9IHd6fHR-w9ASvWlmASitbuZ9KNzZl1APXE4Qz7onEP5kyCZvrH_HmYiPxA/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+272.jpg"></a> </p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV4TZbFvyYisEgvzFFOfN34pW2vwzfIMqlTIXXTHY5Uw9Rb1PuDyLqw1GL28XIzU5IqM7-_SL2t757xmYmsRq_wwAxbDJK5KZIN1y-P5euaZf3W4-91XcEzvypHMWUpCcPqPA0w/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+293.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358802799094205074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV4TZbFvyYisEgvzFFOfN34pW2vwzfIMqlTIXXTHY5Uw9Rb1PuDyLqw1GL28XIzU5IqM7-_SL2t757xmYmsRq_wwAxbDJK5KZIN1y-P5euaZf3W4-91XcEzvypHMWUpCcPqPA0w/s200/Mexico_Year+293.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-76128066540143268322009-06-15T23:10:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.885-07:00Looking Forward and Looking BackThis Saturday, our official summer season begins. Team after team after team. Each week brings something new. Houses, churches, Vacation Bible Schools, distributions, meals, debriefs, new faces, new relationships, more Spanish, shopping trips, church services, youth events. But at the same time each week is repetition. It's an interesting mix.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgroGCn36EMt7pO4Xm-EP6Fgi1Z_B9s10YbpRUCr0NjZN6RHewcZTlEEhIu0Iz3oNiKki_cBwwfxU4eIcDsJoSczlOS5EgVjke1eXNP2nJgYtwp685cGSSW-8XY6Xs1HDC8m5Ul3A/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347819851622109522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgroGCn36EMt7pO4Xm-EP6Fgi1Z_B9s10YbpRUCr0NjZN6RHewcZTlEEhIu0Iz3oNiKki_cBwwfxU4eIcDsJoSczlOS5EgVjke1eXNP2nJgYtwp685cGSSW-8XY6Xs1HDC8m5Ul3A/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhVqmpynv1EmQK7i2wMC7KV4nMKr9dk27eZwB8OyQ5bN1FvcmWN-Brzrg4hOVoQoIK39cDZZWSoaSGPjHeJOEg0qHFvr5_hQOeSpQZEF40MmuiQ_6MNjIGMisxfXb-SIbCj2G7w/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347813723415279314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhVqmpynv1EmQK7i2wMC7KV4nMKr9dk27eZwB8OyQ5bN1FvcmWN-Brzrg4hOVoQoIK39cDZZWSoaSGPjHeJOEg0qHFvr5_hQOeSpQZEF40MmuiQ_6MNjIGMisxfXb-SIbCj2G7w/s200/Mexico_Year+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And I have a mix of feelings right now. Really, I am very excited to start up VBS (Vacation Bible School) again in full swing. At the same time, the summer hangs almost like a dark cloud on the horizon because I know how much hard work it is. Also, as I think about my time in Mexico soon coming to an end, I get that pain in my throat that precedes the tears. I love these people. I love speaking Spanish. I love this weather. It's hard for me to imagine...I don't like to imagine the day when I will no longer see these friends who are so special to me. Meanwhile, I am very excited to return to Las Vegas. Return to friends, family, and my church whom I love so much. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgempSPXgV160B5sb5PCepsKh6c8D1rfDJdi7ZwltdJ4_lOP3oqIfgD2ej1nMnVXqFsWCmkz03UNlHykvmWad_Wq_ngrztN5tOYpYlAgSfEQ56nG7X9ZHhQHyzvh47R4oDNcLzSFQ/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+461.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347819855164690578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgempSPXgV160B5sb5PCepsKh6c8D1rfDJdi7ZwltdJ4_lOP3oqIfgD2ej1nMnVXqFsWCmkz03UNlHykvmWad_Wq_ngrztN5tOYpYlAgSfEQ56nG7X9ZHhQHyzvh47R4oDNcLzSFQ/s200/Mexico_Year+461.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqGsWhZJMt3SOoUG3HvjH5X1aV4Z1ASud75wvZbymgxRa3JlgSi3RbEH0ba8wl38D1vMKuWL-NhdqMKEX6Kx0FUqxAGtA7yy5Gx5DTKwE3ecw2CGZLZSMkH7lIltFqs3alzsahA/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347813737715363954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqGsWhZJMt3SOoUG3HvjH5X1aV4Z1ASud75wvZbymgxRa3JlgSi3RbEH0ba8wl38D1vMKuWL-NhdqMKEX6Kx0FUqxAGtA7yy5Gx5DTKwE3ecw2CGZLZSMkH7lIltFqs3alzsahA/s200/Mexico_Year+072.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Transition. Something that is very hard to do. Something I need a lot of prayer about. First, transition into the summer. From doind day-to-day living in Mexico to leading teams. And second, trasition back to the States. It's rough for me to think about that<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rUOe4oWPaY06O7z-rZgdH1Jc0Y5fyQgdz4iKi-_QdhIqyLYGoOqTwdcGw_lekDieApbi5kfuh5kJ-QQ4X5zpc0qzSNb0ikGit37PQoBfkD-0Q8h0U6xR5T_rvAHcd-B6MIqr6A/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347813744614733986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rUOe4oWPaY06O7z-rZgdH1Jc0Y5fyQgdz4iKi-_QdhIqyLYGoOqTwdcGw_lekDieApbi5kfuh5kJ-QQ4X5zpc0qzSNb0ikGit37PQoBfkD-0Q8h0U6xR5T_rvAHcd-B6MIqr6A/s200/Mexico_Year+083.jpg" border="0" /></a> right now. But that time will soon be here. And I will be forced to transition. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxtZsG5BjNgRh35OzNVnfXZwvJQesKz-ZhQO0frinygZsJ_nv63J2c_hD5JZUjYd5PHYskCnROxXnlAf32yndVUKjwn2yhGlTc_08eVusba6SOiJcwr1U9Rv7X9FdAbYxX0189w/s1600-h/a3064_1071506942101_1058940862_30179129_8259249_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347817401492668818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxtZsG5BjNgRh35OzNVnfXZwvJQesKz-ZhQO0frinygZsJ_nv63J2c_hD5JZUjYd5PHYskCnROxXnlAf32yndVUKjwn2yhGlTc_08eVusba6SOiJcwr1U9Rv7X9FdAbYxX0189w/s200/a3064_1071506942101_1058940862_30179129_8259249_n.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">But no matter where I am and what I'm doing I don't want to forget the things God has shown me here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPx_NyE2cC8KrHgralI6Sli4mUpMEOS1smvSx0vCgZPnbUPvUKV_Kv2iNmbEYycp_r17iaOiqnkBEA0ssAJttWEtLIkHLmcjORk8jp5zCiMBYxMQiz1RdCSM5fOLSszihm4j6k8Q/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+066.jpg"></a>. The relationships I've made. The protection He's given me. The health He's given me. The constant financial provision each month. The churches and houses I've seen built and the people blessed by them. The kids with such sweet faces as they are being loved on by teams. So good. So beautiful.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LIN5vOg-vTKVwOzoc6iftibFsaD5VhBOEca2sFB0w1thcL92kyNst5l33T7G0n542yJvgyAbqltslf5DvXEt4Bdiu7Jg3tHuyMp52cQEuuG2MJpIhdjrNYSD0ko8c39OqYHznw/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347813740745167842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LIN5vOg-vTKVwOzoc6iftibFsaD5VhBOEca2sFB0w1thcL92kyNst5l33T7G0n542yJvgyAbqltslf5DvXEt4Bdiu7Jg3tHuyMp52cQEuuG2MJpIhdjrNYSD0ko8c39OqYHznw/s200/Mexico_Year+077.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9rMHbKZVntjnTjPW94TbM1FZaw2ps6vx0hgk7d_ZyFatEaX58azNl5v71k9sY8Y63IswyQfqy-Zm6MtS1OPYu7bU0A0aqmz_DlTkPbbcf53h1DvtvhdoDKEUAnwfiVuRP8wMXQ/s1600-h/aMexico_Year+305.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347819865670906338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9rMHbKZVntjnTjPW94TbM1FZaw2ps6vx0hgk7d_ZyFatEaX58azNl5v71k9sY8Y63IswyQfqy-Zm6MtS1OPYu7bU0A0aqmz_DlTkPbbcf53h1DvtvhdoDKEUAnwfiVuRP8wMXQ/s200/aMexico_Year+305.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-27346071104545344302009-06-12T14:00:00.001-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.885-07:00Man. I'm getting old.<div><div><div><div><div><div>My birthday was on Monday!!!</div><div> </div><div>On Sunday night, Rafa organized a surprise birthday party for me. I had no idea and did not expect it at all. It was my first Mexican fiesta (for me) and it was lots of fun. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">They always spell my name wrong here...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346551251744728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQUz-uEd4hX112erQY2h88rHmY-CFCaCJIfdHSlmqvrXagMbXAvfGfbpz2xWTHDPC8PPqcEJHv-rbqyaDhv2VHfvRnywx_vMMQI0ZMKBfKHEujVzJ3Lx0mbm1Z4p2y-x09WWSnQ/s320/Mexico_Year+003.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346551259908959922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhAYVVMG4jwLM6QxfWMX1W-junpPBO2C4oWKWybS4Hma2JYp-NQTzPJAgodRpVAbk51b9A7rBi-ADqAANEKL_wFcpchdcj1fBdSsuzPvFXntwPr4Rpu0-Go0pvJQikFXnvi1yWg/s320/Mexico_Year+009.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Rafa...the fiesta organizer...</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346551263659563682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEYTovmKbUcq1DrmKVzU1T_LbixlTmzoOKQoZNT52giqLNPFXW8-CgqkHdqLbNfoKyCrRhrIa6NMKG8SGbbEkBY2McRtp5gmAEOPLBUCiNwRD_PEOAspBobwU2ris4vA-8AcD3w/s320/Mexico_Year+016.jpg" border="0" />My first birthday pinata...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBOHa8QYIdhrVvOFv6wiIoG_eQfl60EXToHJYcGClPfM33x1thzRcchXCUk24yufqIoQy_nfT-VR_JX5KnSoraWodqCtvueri-6fsy-7E4YmhxO2wJngRGY6WbGLS1OAULvT7sQ/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346551275555694066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBOHa8QYIdhrVvOFv6wiIoG_eQfl60EXToHJYcGClPfM33x1thzRcchXCUk24yufqIoQy_nfT-VR_JX5KnSoraWodqCtvueri-6fsy-7E4YmhxO2wJngRGY6WbGLS1OAULvT7sQ/s320/Mexico_Year+020.jpg" border="0" /></a> Funny Faces...<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7IoVD7Qmt7CX-8QwESF2jq5jJgZZCYsiWoqogORU-Y0qmG3X8sGQSQlNy-wOr19ZuOFtXEGqyLVS1TE8tSeWo6Tw5_xyDj61r12PLfDKUBEq77ogjbBXZmDduLb7STbwfEm4LQ/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346551255527851650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7IoVD7Qmt7CX-8QwESF2jq5jJgZZCYsiWoqogORU-Y0qmG3X8sGQSQlNy-wOr19ZuOFtXEGqyLVS1TE8tSeWo6Tw5_xyDj61r12PLfDKUBEq77ogjbBXZmDduLb7STbwfEm4LQ/s320/Mexico_Year+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Me and Minerva with sticker earrings...Very Fashionable...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxlvvmhIi4WDsj6eZWuDj_qkUuF79416hbMOPGWHWLXMcARWNaQSiNcwUN29oHeCMHxcqYUILypiNo-w-26GSOejuSWkHgLB9XiRFZuWlRJUcpPzOeCRBFPZlL278mtwF3R5y-Q/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346553773058604210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxlvvmhIi4WDsj6eZWuDj_qkUuF79416hbMOPGWHWLXMcARWNaQSiNcwUN29oHeCMHxcqYUILypiNo-w-26GSOejuSWkHgLB9XiRFZuWlRJUcpPzOeCRBFPZlL278mtwF3R5y-Q/s320/Mexico_Year+064.jpg" border="0" /></a>Crazy Rick...<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdhZz7OK4kIAKwoj6cUw1c0H1Va8pOi5D0vOOeBKJPignKeMpJejOYdIK7oqLmRfEMVIW7mLtYJDoX2UXxWSMyehGJsfJVBgBWhFPN-Bzgwt7vgbPPImue5uMGxdflZwwHhnH5w/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346553765782317410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdhZz7OK4kIAKwoj6cUw1c0H1Va8pOi5D0vOOeBKJPignKeMpJejOYdIK7oqLmRfEMVIW7mLtYJDoX2UXxWSMyehGJsfJVBgBWhFPN-Bzgwt7vgbPPImue5uMGxdflZwwHhnH5w/s320/Mexico_Year+052.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">I love cake!...</div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346553753813782738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjQVI8FyV9btM_k7094dtgtQkOPqR7sBp2xtRd-1NCA3jpT0hIUKUqDvhZwg-PiLhzJF1fMqs2Dc5ElVpMjEOgAID29Dn3inHwXAIosp_Nk8gv8YvlbSTqdo8If9zaicyxls8og/s320/Mexico_Year+042.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346553761242041666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKe-kEYZlrAHORuhCHY3LgYqaRQPtHGrXNJhqOiEBvO2b6K_1z-u37dZHw6gZEcqld1Uf5Evw1gEDRaZOPxvBEOwSigEFiEXn6uwtmqmR3XJ4rvw_bX5CPMP_GmEXz67yu2wfMWA/s320/Mexico_Year+045.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346553769731057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgZnwksb8EFAwVUBpXgl4zFlBY8i-oe433as62fwJRfyvmG1sN69qlDxAosnbJTZsrtHh9xBVcTv0ctz0NNH_aausI7gsv6DeLaQ-YnHFEBvv1YmGkgSND4pSFyJR38hsRCzQkw/s320/Mexico_Year+057.jpg" border="0" />The reason the party was on Sunday was because on Monday, we went to San Diego to get sushi. You can't get quality sushi here in Mexico and I've always wanted to go to this restaurant called Todai. So that's where we went. And I got my sushi fill.</div></div><br /><div>It was a mighty fine birthday here in Mexico.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-40264946692548658552009-06-10T10:56:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.885-07:00Church by the shore<div align="center">This is Jamin...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugY3cCOd-Xqs1J7ZxORdd4MUtZ19yRb5cm9DNmwxMea49hgqY5PhfCAyQjTAqaAGq9wwkOsDgQX8grtWo1lz4kGNPfunkygAVqdeofxa90eh55I_yLb67R_IO63xuAPd1-Fojug/s1600-h/503247634_9nskN-M.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345766138038600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugY3cCOd-Xqs1J7ZxORdd4MUtZ19yRb5cm9DNmwxMea49hgqY5PhfCAyQjTAqaAGq9wwkOsDgQX8grtWo1lz4kGNPfunkygAVqdeofxa90eh55I_yLb67R_IO63xuAPd1-Fojug/s320/503247634_9nskN-M.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jamin (Ha-MEEN) is a new addition to the ministry here in Ensenada. He's a pastor in an area called Salitral which is just a five minute walk from the beach. The college group from Princeton Alliance Church from Princeton, New Jersey was able to build him a church building. There were a few crabs walking around the worksite that the group found on the beach. When I look at pictures of the finished building I smile because it is beautiful and I know it is a gift God has been getting ready for him because Jamin has been praying and hoping in this day for a long time. Jamin has such a kind and vivacious spirit. He always has a gentle smile and encouraging embrace for all who come his way.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAIYa8tYaOJzkw3ryYklhh13scpW7-Iepaws7dTV3EsOlemUmWUjSYmFGCCLAlfy4Z1tkjdZpfy_Qsf3fIbRg0zePO4mAcCpUrT1O6Azb_mRVIP-p7IvGcBPy8P7KAHG-cj6MNA/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765242834654610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAIYa8tYaOJzkw3ryYklhh13scpW7-Iepaws7dTV3EsOlemUmWUjSYmFGCCLAlfy4Z1tkjdZpfy_Qsf3fIbRg0zePO4mAcCpUrT1O6Azb_mRVIP-p7IvGcBPy8P7KAHG-cj6MNA/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNjw0NNm3cWToG0nNBgFrKemqKLSmhJ00_o3skbWK9NUPeVLIUxg-0hX5D_KM1_ImfBDj2UFgzvH1owMZpefMAsiy7NJ39CNXVqPbyeIIpvp06TItNKpyix-6o6t07AyWVzAV4w/s1600-h/church.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765237206056322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNjw0NNm3cWToG0nNBgFrKemqKLSmhJ00_o3skbWK9NUPeVLIUxg-0hX5D_KM1_ImfBDj2UFgzvH1owMZpefMAsiy7NJ39CNXVqPbyeIIpvp06TItNKpyix-6o6t07AyWVzAV4w/s320/church.jpg" border="0" /></a>The first service held in this new building was packed to the max with about 150 people. There were special guest speakers and a guest worship band that brought the Holy Spirit into that place. After the service, everyone shared a meal of birria (like a stew which is commonly eaten at big celebrations such a weddings and birthdays) and just enjoyed one another.<br /><div align="center">The guest speaker, Roberto, from Tijuana...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1z_XDztCYM0HpGr2pyv9IN5VMU782WApM75Gfu_Arm2kWD7PTvakZN5bYgslWlYD6CKFU0n_X7EYmULKcey1ky-OhySvxUxzeCsgBl5PBXVfZL496IGgkUKV9K8UVOJqLAwZRmw/s1600-h/CSC_0431.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765246396390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1z_XDztCYM0HpGr2pyv9IN5VMU782WApM75Gfu_Arm2kWD7PTvakZN5bYgslWlYD6CKFU0n_X7EYmULKcey1ky-OhySvxUxzeCsgBl5PBXVfZL496IGgkUKV9K8UVOJqLAwZRmw/s320/CSC_0431.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">The first service...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq31tYOxkj3CwAsbVvXDomy-mRf3Q0pXaxQCsZEn2NZJ7Ayg6OQBTNYlXVcWIdmGGtccMQd3CHMHbBQB0FmMn4hPU2rAhQsOhd5gWJEuZK8UeN4mIZEyeJOwA5h9ApRTcib5Eiw/s1600-h/DSC_0419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765245622097138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq31tYOxkj3CwAsbVvXDomy-mRf3Q0pXaxQCsZEn2NZJ7Ayg6OQBTNYlXVcWIdmGGtccMQd3CHMHbBQB0FmMn4hPU2rAhQsOhd5gWJEuZK8UeN4mIZEyeJOwA5h9ApRTcib5Eiw/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Pray for Jamin and the church as they go through the transition with this new building. For the past five months, they have combined with Reynerio's church to get through the winter since they did not have a building. Combining the two churches has been very neat to watch and they have really bonded which will make the split difficult. Pray for wisdom in decisions that need to be made by Jamin and Reynerio and for that bond not to break but to remain strong in love.</p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28853827.post-1654775255058300062009-06-01T15:02:00.000-07:002010-11-02T11:16:58.885-07:00Just for KicksSo as hard as we work, we also know how to play hard. <div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>The Friday before last, we all headed up to the States to pick up a group to kick off the summer season. They didn't arrive in San Diego until Saturday so we caught the Padres vs. Cubs game Friday night just to have some fun together. And afterwards, we went out on the field to watch the fireworks. It was sweet!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342486657018408946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsfuSEiR25ogW2q6N28ZqKNuAMFk-ielFAzJTMH47blQvVuzQ0yj1AFc2aMifUw8DeXs97ZHtYWjDY3RrPjIntkOIAGuWtXXmotXNnRaNtaeYBr_oz7Ids-7hBzzfvpAVobjSuw/s320/Mexico_Year+528.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342486665680808274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX05Z4KBMRvNUj8XNYbGRhCwROhNlEjcstQkiUlvfXWUmHrjIGRkd4pfyxJhTJI1s1uSuQ1lyXH33tBUWtfr-OauTdSK6GyWsd6rrkjbljphs-j_WTJRTp9vLrA391wRVmfF4Knw/s320/Mexico_Year+529.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNjLGgSKXkMW_BuIpkGjMs3_X4OIyouTR27AOAL4SnBVEbw-OJTqAX2jrZNQgX7HRNe00wmVgMpLnMOJ-7ND0qxnVEa9PVjvaa84K-ql0a0hFwF9bNSmTUpGl0_VEvZGHPONYUg/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+527.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342486652330279026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNjLGgSKXkMW_BuIpkGjMs3_X4OIyouTR27AOAL4SnBVEbw-OJTqAX2jrZNQgX7HRNe00wmVgMpLnMOJ-7ND0qxnVEa9PVjvaa84K-ql0a0hFwF9bNSmTUpGl0_VEvZGHPONYUg/s320/Mexico_Year+527.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVAYvb3VVG-6IJJ3uHIylzbsyDAcMW9W6nmyI8b2X-KRz2DSxV3q4MlIcParm3rUrqDbcKFY8mGnw6NgpkjqAmEjQfhZ7C7FAsrDoGaJzGqNNt3vvzkqGWw3geRiDg2U4fQUDfg/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+526.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342486646586370946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVAYvb3VVG-6IJJ3uHIylzbsyDAcMW9W6nmyI8b2X-KRz2DSxV3q4MlIcParm3rUrqDbcKFY8mGnw6NgpkjqAmEjQfhZ7C7FAsrDoGaJzGqNNt3vvzkqGWw3geRiDg2U4fQUDfg/s320/Mexico_Year+526.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyZMJWkxx0P-8viJIBqb-eRe4TsbsaYlI25c6c-ly_jJReu1sQ5oOV9KzzAyfEmlIUY3ZW_NUdoDZLNaT_vzFPm4TnONAUXpeBGS_UaHrgHgwVg57OvvMovqeLYLfDjTZ1Mr8-Q/s1600-h/Mexico_Year+523.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342486642147077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyZMJWkxx0P-8viJIBqb-eRe4TsbsaYlI25c6c-ly_jJReu1sQ5oOV9KzzAyfEmlIUY3ZW_NUdoDZLNaT_vzFPm4TnONAUXpeBGS_UaHrgHgwVg57OvvMovqeLYLfDjTZ1Mr8-Q/s320/Mexico_Year+523.jpg" border="0" /></a>Also, a couple months ago, Kourtney and I got the chance to tour a local wine vineyard. It's been around for over 150 years. We got pulled around in a tractor all through the vineyard. And I only understood about half of what our tour guide said because I don't understand wine lingo in Spanish. But it was a beautiful day and we really enjoyed it.</div></div></div></div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342487391519601554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJh1sg07OIsbv9uf4Z5iuRJYbA8c796Y1PtqvUa9sOxQ2djgPfIqjwOkcHxvFaUvaw4_-D9iB5L6y2HPuzmHR3q4ER7PctOoYNwqaQsHFx21hMaP9zIU77OHFMr619pFlKGquGQ/s320/Mexico_Year+522.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Thank you, Jesus, for friends and fun!</p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00398852721011917893noreply@blogger.com1