Ps. 30:5...in his favor is life...

This week is Semanta Santa-Holy Week, so no school. Yeah! However, I have tests to write :(

I return to the states this month in order to renew my visa here. I am applying for residency when I return to HN. There is not a lot to do, thanks to my age! I have to give 2 passport size pictures, copy of passport, police report from the US, letter from LACC, and have a physical that I can get here. The police report has to be translated into Spanish. They already have my birth certificate. So I am excited. I won't have to leave every three months or at all if I don't want to. I don't have to renew it, and I will be able to earn money if I want. I don't see that happening, but who knows? This will make everything so much easier for me. I can take the same weeks the students have off from school to go to the states. Therefore they won't miss English classes. They miss enough when teams come, and I go to help Becky. That's not a complaint. It's just the way things are, and I enjoy doing it and meeting other people from the states. Plus, having my residency will save me a lot of money. I can do other things with the money besides buy airline tickets.

It appears that Silvia cannot help me with Spanish or me with her for English. She is working in Tegucigalpa which means very long days. But Wil asked me about teaching a neighbor down the street, and she in turn will help me with Spanish. So will see how that turns out. In my spirit I feel one of my goals this year is to become acquainted with more people here in Valle. Perhaps teaching the neighbor is one open door. My friend in town told me this morning that I was a good Catracha-Honduran! I praise the Lord for giving me favor with the people here in Valle. It's interesting that people here know who I am, but I have no clue when I hear, Hola, Beberly! (they pronounce the v like the b) who is greeting me! But I respond with Hola! Valle de Angeles is a good place to live in Honduras, unless you have to have the conveniences of the big city, which of course, I don't.

When I left in December 2010, there was an empty lot across the street. Well, now there is a small pulperia with another building that has 4 rooms with baths for rent. And the fellow that owns it has asked me to teach him English! I already have one young lady on Saturdays. I will have to see how the Lord moves.

God protects us from so many things, and a lot of those we aren't even aware of. But I have to give him praise and glory for protecting from a goose attack. Geese can be as good a watch dog as a dog. We have two that have lived here longer than I have. There is one male and one female. Before I left last year, they were pretty friendly. I don't remember them being out of their pen much. I always took peelings, etc. to them. They love banana peelings! Well, one day after I returned here, I was walking to the pen to give them some food, and here came the male with his head down, hissing, his wings spread out, and he was moving fast right towards me. I was flogged once when I was little by a hen. And I remember how it hurt. A goose has to be twice as bad. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind. I knew I couldn't out run him, and besides that, I didn't want to turn my back on him. And all of a sudden from deep, down inside me came this loud, HEY, NO. That goose stopped right in his tracks. He started peeping and muttering to himself and turned and walked away. I praised the Lord right then and there, and still am. I shudder to think of what that goose could have done! When I told Wil about it, he told me to carry a broom with me. This goose had once bitten Doris on the back of the leg. Boy, when God protects me from a goose, I truly don't have to walk or live in fear. Bless his name. He takes care of his kids! And there's proof that he is always with us!

Well, I have returned to the church that I attended before. I feel that is what the Lord would have me do. And when I went two weeks ago, the missionary was preaching about God's word being true, and when God's prophet says something, it will happen. Wow! I felt the anointing, and when she started praying for people, over they went. Wow! I had not seen that in the two years that I went there. Something has happened in that place. Praise God!

I praise the Lord that he always hears me. And when I am troubled by different things, he always answers, and those answers bring me peace. And it amazes me how and who he uses to make me see clearly what was so troubling before I brought it all to him. Truly there is no God like ours.

Ps.34:8 O taste and see that the LORD is good...

And now school is in full force! I have 74 students in all, not counting one adult that comes to my house on Saturdays. Spanish is so much more ........than English. It's a repetitive language. Many times you repeat yourself, like "a mi me gusta" which literally translated means "to me it is pleasing to me", but actually means "I like." One of my student's father said he likes English much better because it is brief. You don't repeat yourself. Oh well, such are languages. Good news! My former tutor is coming to my house to help me continue with my learning. AND she wants to learn English! Woohoo! And since she will be learning from me, I don't have to pay this time. Thank you Lord!

The weather here is so unseasonal. It has been raining a lot , and cool enough that even I wear a light jacket to school. It has started to get hot about 2:00 in the afternoons, but yesterday and today the sun is actually shining at early morning. I am so thankful for that.

Today I didn't have to go to school. One of the teachers has to pick up workbooks for the 7th-9th grades to use to learn English. Therefore there are no classes for them today. No such thing as substitutes. I have really prayed for the Lord to help me change my attitude towards using this program. Many schools here use such programs, but the teachers nor the students can converse or understand English when it is spoken to them by a native English speaker. So we will see how it goes. The program means less work for me, but...I just turn on the CD and let it do the speaking. The kids repeat, and fill in the blanks in their books. These books would be ok if the kids already had 5-6years of English. I have one student who told me that she has had 5 years of English. Really? Bless her heart. However, she can't speak it or understand it! But praise God, Eva is teaching the 2nd-4th grades and that is a big blessing. And I will continue to have the students practice speaking and listening everyday with their partners. Last night on the way home from church, a mother and her two children were riding in the car with us. The little boy was counting in English, and then he started to sing Old McDonald Had a Farm. I recognized the tune more than his English. I have no idea which school he goes to, and he probably wasn't older than 2nd or 3rd grade. But he's learning.

The first two years that I was here, all I did basically was teach and study. This year I believe the Lord has a different course for me to follow of which I am so thankful. It's to meet more people here and to know more about Valle and Honduras in general. I am attending a very small church on Sunday evenings. I go with one of the teachers from the school. That was a prayer answered, because I was so tired of doing everything by myself. And I prayed about it. Lo and behold, here came Doris and invited me to her church. They pick me up and bring me home. It has brought us closer together, and I praise the Lord for that because she was one who use to just drive me crazy. I couldn't understand her when she spoke, and I never knew when she was teasing because of the tone of her voice. Now I know. God takes care of his children in everything if we just tell him our hearts. And, boy, do I!

So today, I have to buy groceries for me and some school supplies for one of my sponsored students. I asked Doris to find out if she needed anything, but at the same time, I didn't want to take responsibility away from her parents. So some school supplies it is.

What else has happened? A couple that came with the team from McPherson gave me a bilingual Bible. I am so thankful. Mine was stolen at the church in San Jose last year. The team was here from Feb. 23 to Mar.3. We went to San Pedro Sula to help build 2 rooms onto one of the schools there. It was hot!!! I love to go with the teams to help them and Becky, but when I'm gone, my classes do not receive English! The same thing happens when I go to the states every three months for my visa requirement. This really bothers me. So I am applying for residency here. Therefore I won't have to leave but can if I want. And of course I want to see my kids. But I will be able to choose the weeks when we don't have school here in order to go home. Evidently my age will have a lot to do with the requirements for residency. And from what I have heard, it's better than being younger. I will not have to renew it every year. Woohoo, and I can earn money if I want. Well, I don't think I will do that. The Lord sent me here to teach English, and freely he has given to me so freely I will give to them. (And of course, I am to be a witness of his glory and mercy, etc. That is a given). So here's hoping all goes well.

We still need teachers at the school, and the money to pay them which comes from the sponsorship program. So please pray for more sponsors for our students.

O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Amen.

Phil.4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Wow! Yesterday the sun shined ALL day! What a blessing. It has been chilly and rainy ever since I returned. Ugh! And today it is shining. I am so thankful. It is really cold in IL and KS, brrrrr!

So the last couple of weeks has been spent at the school enrolling students. As of now, we have 40 in the 7th-9th grades. I will be teaching 5th and 6th grades also, but I'm not sure of the numbers. I received a blessing yesterday from two former students and one is now attending elsewhere. The English that he is receiving is malo(bad)according to him. Nothing is translated for him, and he fills in the blanks on the pages after listening to the lesson on tape. (I have been told by different people that I should only speak in English when I teach. That may be okay for little ones who still have the God given ability to speak any language when they are born, but as they get older and don't use those specifics, those not used go by the wayside. Therefore, it becomes more difficult to learn and speak correctly in another language as the child gets older. Granted, there are people that God has given linguistic ability/talent, and they pick up languages very quickly, but most of us don't have that talent. And during some of the conferences I attended on how the brain works, the brain has to have some kind of info(schema)to attach incoming information in order to use it. Therefore, I believe the kids will learn quicker if that schema is provided, hence, translations). So one of the students asked if he could come back to my class. I said absolutely. I was pleased that he remembered English so well. I learned when I was teaching children with disabilities that students can fill in blanks correctly and not have a clue to understanding what they just wrote. I want these students to be able to carry on a conversation in English, and to be able to read and write with understanding. I want the kind of quality where the students will remember how to use the language after they finish the classes. I believe God for the grace and help for both me and the students.

So what else has happened? The dryer is now fixed, thank you Lord. And we learned that there was nothing wrong with the land line. It was the phone that was bad! Calling long distance is better on my land line. It sounds like the person is standing next to me, whereas on the cell, they are in a tunnel with a lot of static and difficult to hear and understand what is being said.

We need two more teachers desperately. Our first grade class has 46 students. Way too many for one teacher, if quality is the goal. And of course, we always need sponsors for our kids. And the need is now. I have to stand on God's word that says he will meet our every need according to the riches in Christ Jesus.

Heb.11:36 For ye have need of patience, that after ye have done the will of God...

Wow, the month of January is almost over. Much has happened in the past two months. Graduation from CINCEL took place December the 9th, and I left San Jose, CR on the 10th. What joy to be going home after being there a year.

I was able to spend time in IL with my brother. We had such a good time together, basically just enjoying each others company. And of all things, we visited the cemeteries where family members were laid to rest. I was thinking we must really be getting old, because that's what "old" people did when I was a kid! But Donnie and I never grew up together in the same house, so we have a unique relationship. When I call him on the phone, we spend most of the time giggling! And over nothing, mostly. We definitely don't agree on lots of things, but we sure do love each other. The rest of the time was spent with kids, grand kids, and great-grand kids. What a family God has blessed me with. And it just keeps getting bigger!

And of course I was able to spend time with my friends and pastors Byran and Julie and their new little one. What a precious bundle he is. How I miss my church in Kingman. I always spend the last Sunday that I am home with my youngest at his church in Wichita. God blessed him as a child to play drums in church, and he is still playing. I praise God for that.

I wasn't able to be at the meeting with the ladies in Martha's Circle, but I did get to see and talk with some of them at my friend Amy's 90th birthday.

It was so different in the states after living in a foreign country for 3 years. I had to remember to throw toilet paper in the toilet instead of the waste paper can. Then I was waiting for a friend to come to a restaurant so we could have breakfast together. I arrived a little early, so I'm sitting on the benches inside the door waiting for her. After 15 minutes had passed the time we were supposed to meet, I told the waitress that I would go ahead and be seated. A minute after being seated, the waitress said my friend was sitting in the other room waiting for me. She had also arrived early and was waiting for me! So two things I learned: there is not a smoking area anymore, which is where my friend was sitting, and I need to look around before I sit down to wait for someone. But we had a good laugh, a good breakfast, and a great time visiting. And of course we talked about the Lord and what he is doing in our lives. Not always what we expect!

A couple of my children and I had a great time discussing the Lord, the end times, etc. And to watch the Lord at work is totally fantastic. A young lady asked me to explain a scripture to her while I was home, and I did to the best of my knowledge. But the amazing thing was that a friend had given her the Bible and it "fell" open to the exact spot that she needed. Some would say it was coincidence. I personally don't believe in coincidences. The Holy Spirit is always working, and especially when someone is searching for answers. I love that. God is so faithful.

Some relationships were restored, and I give thanks always to God for that because he's a restorer of broken relationships. Hallelujah!

Becky and her friend Mary, from the U.S. picked me up at the airport. They stayed here until Becky's new apartment was ready this past Tuesday. So now I have been in my house in Valle for a few days. What a great feeling, but at the same time, it is strange being totally by myself since Dec. 10! At first I didn't know what to do with myself!! But school for teachers will start this coming Wednesday, and then I will be very busy. It will be good to see some of the students I had in the 5th and 6th grades. I ran into one of my former students last week, and he hugged me for the longest time. Bless his heart, he was such a good student. He didn't cry, but his eyes were sure wet. He will be in 10th grade this year, and I don't know if we will have that grade where I teach. If not, he will attend the public school that is about a mile away. Here high school ends at the end of the 11th grade. One of my other students is working in a coffee field, so I don't know if he will return to school or keep on working. If the family needs money, most likely he will continue to work. Things are so hard here for kids, especially in the country.

And my friends here in Valle came to see me. What a great reunion. I missed them a lot when I was in CR, but we did email each other.

And my Spanish? Well, I can understand numbers better when I am buying something. And I'm trying to talk more with Wil, the fellow that takes care of the property here where I live. He always tells me, poco a poco, which basically means little by little, Beverly. So I need patience and practice.

I praise God for all he is doing in my family and my friends, and for all the prayers he hears and answers. And I thank him for this life he has given me. Blessings to all.

Ps.100:5 For the LORD is good;his mercy is everlasting...

Woohoo! Graduation Day! We made it! Hallelujah a Dios. Paul, Gabriella, and Lucy came to the ceremony for me. They are such good friends. My part in the ceremony was to read scripture in Spanish, of course. I chose Psalms 100. But what a relief that it is over! I survived! And I'm ready to leave. But not until 8 in the morning. Will get to St. Louis around 3 in the afternoon. I'm so excited about seeing my family and my friends. What a year this has been. And no, I don't want to repeat it.

Last Saturday I went on the picnic with my special group. It was a good time. I met Minor's (who is blind) daughter and family. And what a great treat for me, but not the only one, because his granddaughter is named Beverly. She is about 4 years old. I was so happy to hear that they spell and pronounce it correctly. Thanks to Beverly Hills!!! Most Latinos spell and pronounce it Beberly. Esteban, Beverly's father, and I will be emailing, because he wants to learn more English. They are such a beautiful family. Several from the group told me that I needed to stay here in CR. They said I could teach English here! Bless their hearts. I love the friends I have here, but the heart is in Honduras.

I presented my project on the church and their relationship with people with disabilities this past Monday. My teacher gave me a big hug, said I did very well, and that I made her very happy. And that made me happy!!! But the real blessings come when God ministers through you to another person. He did that this week, and I praise him for his goodness to us and his love.

I praise God for the things that I have learned and the friends that he has given me. God is truly good all the time. One chapter closed and another to begin. How exciting it is to serve God the Creator. You don't always know what he is planning for your life, but you can be sure it will turn out well. Even the bad, he has promised to use it for our good. Hallelujah!

Well, I have to wash out the microwave and a couple of other things, and I'm done.

So Lord, thank you for this year even when I told you that I didn't like it here. You gave me your grace, and I finished well. Thank you for what I have learned, and thank you for multiplying it. Thank you for the people you put in my path to be my friends and vice verse. I ask you to bless them in the coming year, to save their loved ones that don't know you, and to help them know you more intimately. I love you Father. Gracias Jesus por total. Amen.

Give thanks with a grateful heart...song

Only TWO more weeks to go! Yeah!!! Everybody is counting down. Last project is completed! I just have to present it next Monday. WooHoo!! ECO's, oral test, is this Thursday and no classes on Friday. But my last time with my friends that have children with disabilities will be on the 3rd of Dec. the International Day for Persons with Disabilities. I will miss them.

This Thanksgiving was definitely different. I went with Paul, Gabriella, and Emanuel to San Gerardo de Dota and the surrounding area. We had breakfast at this fabulous Cloud Forest Lodge, Dantica, owned by a Dutch fellow. The food was great, but the bread was wonderful with homemade marmalade. It was mora which is the blackberry. And then they took me around the valley and to the trout farms, rainbow trout. Wow, there were several ponds full of them. And guess what we had for lunch? Yep, trout. Great stuff. While we were at this little Mom & Pop's restaurant eating lunch, a tourist bus came with European travelers. They were stopping to bird watch. This area is known for the Quetzal. Paul saw one for the first time in his life so that made the day special for him. Even though it rained off and on, it was a day to be thankful. I definitely missed seeing my kids and families. Other than the date on the calendar, it didn't feel like Thanksgiving Day. But God always gives us things to be thankful for and the greatest, of course, is being his child, thanks to Jesus.

So now I'm cleaning the apartment getting ready to leave. I've washed the windows, ceiling fans, and cabinets. Will finish the fridge and stove next week. And I have started packing my bags. My fridge is almost empty as are the cabinets. And it's a little difficult to know how much food to buy especially when you are used to buying for more than a week or two at a time. The only thing that remains the same are changes!

Our conversation class has to have Ps.121 memorized by Wed., in Spanish, of course. I have it, but it is so hard for me to say it at the same time the other two are saying it!

I am thankful for what God has done in me since I have been here, and the language that I have learned. But I am assuredly ready to leave here. Ready to see my family first and then ready to return to HN.

I am so thankful that I know that God has my life in his hands, and he is in total control of all that comes my way.

Gen. 2:7, 21-22 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground...

A few weeks ago I was asked to describe the first two chapters in Genesis by looking at drawings that really didn't do much to help me. I remember saying that God said it was good after every creation. My teacher said no, that God saw that it was good. She was right. Saying and seeing are two different things. So I have gone back to reread this part of Genesis again, in Spanish of course. So a couple of nights ago after I went to bed, I started thinking about God creating everything. All was spoken into existence except man. He formed man from the dust of the earth. And I thought about that a lot laying there in bed. I believe a baby's heart starts beating a week or so after conception, and he forms from the inside out. In my mind I could see the Lord down on the ground forming Adam. He had to start with the insides. And what a mind! I don't know which part he formed first, but forming the heart, the lungs, stomach, all the different systems: digestive, nervous, respiratory, skeletal, glandular, and all the rest. And then I thought about that little thing called the gall bladder. Just the right amount of bile released at the right time or there is a lot of pain and anguish. Wow! The mind of God. Every part had to work just right with all the other parts. And of course in my mind he had to use water, right? I can remember making mud pies, and I had to use water or there was just the loose dirt and no pie, which of course, no one wanted to eat after all my labor. The Bible doesn't say he used water. But I can see him on his knees or sitting, and moving around on the ground forming his first son of flesh. And when he finished with all that makes a human body, there it laid on the ground. This big creature of dirt. And then he breathed the breath of life into him and the thing formed became flesh and blood. Now isn't that the most awesome thing ever? This big form of DIRT that turned into flesh. The many times that I have read this in Genesis and it never hit me like this. Scripture describes God as having eyes, ears, hands, feet, etc., but we never see him getting his hands dirty. But I see him working in that dirt with a love that is indescribable. This man child Adam was perfect in every way. He was made with God's own hands. And then the Lord turned around and made Eve from one of Adam's ribs after he put Adam in a deep sleep. And in them he put the seeds necessary to populate the earth. I am amazed. And we are always in a hurry to shed this body that God made with his hands. I understand all the reasons, but at the same time I don't think we give him enough glory and honor for this part of ourselves. But then we love to see new babies, yes? Just think how God felt when he looked at Adam and Eve. And now when he looks at us. Such love. There is none better.

Ps.116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

This weekend has been one of surprises, some good and some not so good. I was suppose to meet with my special group on Saturday and interview one of the mother's for my project, but I received a call from the missionary on Friday telling me that one of the kids died that day. What a shock for his mother (and the rest of us) because he hadn't been sick. They think it was a seizure. The "kid" was 42 years old. So needless to say, the meeting was cancelled Saturday for the funeral. Funerals are held within 24 hours here just like in Honduras. I didn't know Minor personally, but I sure feel the loss. And I pray for his mother. There will be such a void in her life, because Minor was happiest at his mother's side, but I know God will comfort her. His father died a few years ago. It's so precious how the Lord moves. I was thinking about Minor this morning and calling him a child, and I thought how we are God's children. Just like Minor, we are his children regardless of our age. God doesn't have grandchildren. And then the message in church this morning was about being God's child. Totally awesome! When we are adults, I think we forget that we are children in God's sight. His children. My oldest is 50, and I introduce him as my son or oldest child, or something to the effect that indicates he is my child. He doesn't become something else because he is an adult. And it's the same for my other four. Regardless of our ages, they will always be my children. Bless their hearts. And the same goes with them and their children. I am so blessed to know that I am a child of God, and He will never leave or forsake me, and will continue to teach me until the day that I stand before him in my new body.

On a happier note, when I answered the phone yesterday, a fellow started talking to me in English saying that I knew him because he had been with one of the teams that had come to HN. Well, there were several teams that had come, and I relayed that to him, because I surely didn't recognize his voice. Well, what a great surprise, it was Pastor Ken from MA. And I was able to talk to 2 of the ladies that had come on the team. AND then I talked to Becky, my missionary, who is their guest missionary for a few days. What a great surprise. God knows just how to bless our socks off! It's so nice to know that someone is thinking about you.

It has been so quiet this weekend. Most went to the beaches, but Sara and I stayed here. The peace is wonderful!!! She shares an apartment with two other girls. So we've went shopping, to church, and ate at the food court at the mall. There is a store here that is named El Rey, and it is like Dollar General and Family Dollar rolled into one. I spent a whole dollar! And the other store that is super cheap and closer to home is Pequeno Mundo. Fun places to go and look. We don't buy the things that we normally would because we are only allowed so much weight in our suitcases, so we definitely don't spend a lot of money on stuff.

So yesterday and today, I have spent a lot of time listening and watching Spanish television. Sometimes I don't understand at all, and other times, it's right there. Oh well, this is is a life long endeavor for sure.

For those of you that read my blog, please pray for Minor's mother and the rest of the group. The death of their special child lays heavy on their hearts at times. Thanks and God bless you for doing so.

John 16:33...but be of good cheer:I have overcome the world.

Hallelujah! One project completed and another started! Yesterday was Capilla de Las Culturas (Cultural Chapel). We all had to speak about the country where we are going. Of course all was spoken in Spanish. Oh, my, the many times I had to practice with the recorder in front of the bathroom mirror at the school! Wow! I could talk about Honduras forever, I think, but it's a little more difficult in Spanish. But as I listened to all of us, I remembered Ps.24:1 that the Lord gave me when when he was leading me to go to Honduras. He has created the whole earth and everybody on it. That means all the different peoples, languages, and their cultures (and of course every culture has its good and bad). He values everyone of them because they are his. He made them. What a variety! That speaks mountains to us or should. He didn't make us all alike, but how many times do we want to be like someone else or do something as well as someone else when He hasn't given us that particular gift or talent? And when you hear all these things and see the pictures, it makes one really appreciate the peoples and God's handiwork. We all fixed some kind of food and/or drink. I fixed baleadas and horchata. The baleladas are flour tortillas with beans, crema(like a sour cream) with cheese on top. The horchata is a traditional drink made with rice, cinnamon, sugar, and milk or water. What a job that is to make! I don't think I'll make it too often from scratch. The fake stuff can be bought in a package like Kool-Aid. Don't know if they have it (hochata)in the states, but maybe.

On Tuesday, we were given an assignment to write about the last century, 1900-2000, and life in the U.S. It was due on Wednesday. Oh, wow, when I began to think of all that I have seen, I realized my age like never before. AND I only have 33 more years before I'm 100, if the Lord permits. When I started writing the changes, it was absolutely astounding. And it was like the Lord was saying, Celebrate your age! Well, ok, but how do I do that when older age isn't valued so much anymore? I guess I'll find out. But then He told ME to celebrate it, not everybody else! But there have been tremendous changes in every aspect of life, from communication to how children play. Incredible.

In Latin American countries, you will hear people exclaiming Jesus' name or !Dios Mio! which means My God. Yesterday, one of the workers exclaimed Jesus' name, and I cringed because it really hurt my heart, and I told her that Christians in the U.S. don't say that because it's not good. She said that her husband says it all the time(he's Latino) and I asked if he was a Christian and she said yes. I guess I was shaking my head because she asked why was it bad. I showed her Exodus 20:7 in my Spanish Bible, and she immediately said, No more! She told me the next day that she went home and showed her husband, and he also said no more. Hallelujah!!! I am so tired of being told about the culture and to accept it. Well, I understand that, but at the same time when the culture, which ever one it is, runs a muck of God's word, don't we need to speak up. And if they aren't told, because they don't know and aren't given the chance to know, nothing will change, and will we not be held accountable? And I understand one doesn't go around shooting his mouth off all the time, but at the same there is a time to speak (and a time to be still, according to Eccl). And yesterday it was time to speak and the Holy Spirit moved. Praise the Lord for his saving grace. Sometimes we don't speak up because we're afraid of offending or being persecuted. Wow, every time Jesus spoke, someone was offended because he spoke truth. He didn't speak to offend, but to save. And he was persecuted. Isn't that what comes with that cross we are suppose to carry? I, myself don't like that cross, because it was and is a thing of torture, but I love the One that gave the commandment to take it and follow, and if persecution comes, and it will, so be it. He overcame the world, and by his grace, I will too.

So now it's time to work on my next and last project. It will be about people with disabilities and their relationship in the church.

Thank you Lord for all you have done in me since being here. It is not a place that I have wanted to be, but you have done tremendous things, and I praise you for it, and understand that if I had not been here, they might not have been done. Muchas gracias por tu amor.

Heb.13:5-6...The Lord is my helper...

Well, here we are once again. It has been three days since we returned from Panama. Nothing spectacular happened there, except we enjoyed the time off from classes. But, of course, we had homework, but not so much. Thank you, Jesus. And I couldn't find shoes, so will wear these that are really looking rough. Oh well, at least I have shoes and feet!

We had a different bus this time. It was more like a Greyhound because there were so many of us. But we had to unload our bags at both borders, so customs could see and run their hands through our stuff. But it wasn't a problem. Someone said they were looking for drugs, but who knows. It set us back an hour in time returning to CR, but that really wasn't a problem either. Instead of getting to CINCEL around 5, we made it around 6.

This morning we all had to speak in Spanish during the cultural chapel. Those that are learning English had to use English. I shared my experience with a funeral in Honduras compared to the way it is all done in the states. (My experience in HN reminded me of my Grandma describing my Grandpa's funeral so many years ago, long before I was born. So different then. So much more personal). But anyway, I was told I did very well. Once again I have to give glory to God for helping me.

I am enjoying my classes a lot more now. Tomorrow Clint and I have to converse and ask questions off the top of our heads. That ought to be real interesting! I just have to learn to pray without writing it out and reading it. That's my goal, not necessarily my teacher's goal. I do ok in my apartment, but when I have to do it in class, it's a little different.

Well, it's almost 5 o'clock our time, and I just felt an earthquake tremor. Wow! It's funny, because first you hear some rattling in your house and wonder what is making that noise. Then you feel the shaking, and you know what is happening. Then you wonder is it going to be longer or is it going to stop quickly. Then it's like do I move out of the house or stay. These thoughts are almost simultaneous. You "feel the earth move under your feet." An old song, but I think about it every time the earth shakes here. So it didn't last but a minute or so. I guess I'll turn on the TV and listen to the news, and see what they say about it.

Keith and I have to memorize scriptures for next week in our phonics class. I picked Heb.13:5-6. I have thought of what they say so many times since I have been here. But God's word never gets old and it does not change. Even when our circumstances change, God does not. I am so thankful for him in my life.