One of our neighbors, I’m not sure who, has a baby. Often
the baby cries and cries and cries. From the whole in the roof we can hear him.
He has been given the name fredrico.
And they call out to him and say things like, que no lloras, Fredrico (don’t cry baby Fredrick).
Of late, I had a beautiful opportunity to go to el campamento, a youth camp. In the states "youth camp" sounds pretty lame- high emotions and teenage hormones, but here "youth" is anyone from 12-32.
Oh how good it is to worship! how wonderful to be about people of a like mind!
Valé la (freaking) pena.
Academically I'm doing well in my classes... they are hard still however.
Spiritually... I know the LORD is good. I feel like I'm finishing Universidad otra vez, I knew the Lord called me to be a student...therefore I must study well. I'm doing the same here.
It is strange however to be around non-Christians. I don't tell them anything... I don't share in the conversation. And I think they've marked me for it. Last week I had to come to the mental decision- there is no shame in Christ. I have no reason to be ashamed to be a Christian... (and in that sense, I follow Christ, not "christianity".) However, I imagine it being an unfair fight and a blind argument to define myself... I'm not sure I want the heat. In that case, pray, then, that words may be given to me that I may boldly declare the mystery of the gospel as I ought. ... And pray for them, that they might know Christ and love him.
Physically and mentally, I'm doing ok. I feel like I've been living in a bus station. I fall asleep often on the buses in the morning (and praise the Lord I haven't missed my stop yet!)
In all things God is good.
Enseñame a amar by leeland. This is one of my favorite worship sons in Spanish. Clear. Beautiful.
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