Author: Adventures

Well this blog is going to have to be short to conserve time. Yesterday as some of you know, my team and I were supposed to go up the Amazon river, and, well things dust didnt go as planed and the boat is not leaving until 4 (I think) today. This situation was really not that big of a deal to us as a team because one thing we have learned is to have no expectations and if something changes it was obviously ment to happen the way it did because NOTHING happens outside Gods will.   This blog is being posted not only to let everyone who reads it know what is going on but also as an...

You are Peruvian now! A comment made by my brother Johnny when we were all playing soccer. What does that mean? This team was welcomed into Peru with open arms. We are already changing lives and God is blessing us and changing our lives. The fact that my Peruvian brother says that I am Peruvian now tells me that we are one. We are all one in Christ. It doesn´t matter if you´re from America, Peru, Nicaragua, Honduras, or anywhere else. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ. As my friend Juan told me yesterday "I am coffee, you are milk" (referring to skin color) we...

Night before last our team got to go to el colegio (school) that is Christian based. The speaker did his thing and then requested someone give their testimony. I did! Up till this point I have been sitting back and well i am not sure why. This time felt right. I stumbled and got tongue twisted but I pray that my inspiration of acceptance and that it is I who creates who I am and who I will be, touched someones heart. No matter anyones judgement or assesments. Our past does not make our desisions for our future or the choices we make, that create who we are or who we can be!! ...

          Hello again everyone! I love it here in Iquitos! I love listening to the rain, which is somehow alot louder here than at home. It puts a whole new meaning to the song lyric "It's the song of the forgiven, drowning out the amazon rain." There are so many stories I wish I could tell you, like when three of us girls got lost in Iquitos for a while and had to find our way back from memory, or riding on the back of a moped balancing groceries through the caos of these streets, or making my way through the market looking for a...