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IS WHAT YOU'RE LIVING FOR WORTH DYING FOR? I read this on a sign last week, and I've heard it in sermons before. I specifically recall a sermon from my church in Peru (Camino de Vida) about serving the immediate community. Every month (or maybe every other month), Camino de Vida hosts a day known as "Servolution". It's a day to go out on the streets and serve the people. This may be in the form

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We Are by Kari Jobe So wake up sleeper, lift your head We were meant for more than this Fight the shadows conquer death Make the most of the time we have left We are the light of the world We are the city on a hill We are the light of the world We gotta, we gotta, we gotta let the light shine We are called to the spread the news Tell the world the simple

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It's been quite the...weekend, week, month. Life has been moving at a fast pace, and last night as I drove home from my dear friend's wedding, it seemed it all started catching up with me. I didn't even realize my mind was lost in deep thought (or rather worship as I sang to the praise music shuffled through on my phone). As I drove and belted out the lyrics to some of my favorite songs, tears

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School started again, and the crazy life has resumed. However, even among the busyness, my mind never stops. I question my life, and I often wonder if I'm doing all I can to share the love of the Lord. I wonder about God's plan for me, I wonder about God's plan for the world. I think about people and social classes. I ponder the Word of God, and I spend time praying for my friends, family, and

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Translated, this title means: This is my year. It’s a song by one of my favorite Spanish bands, Tercer Cielo. The chorus of the song hits me every time I listen to it. In English is says: The year that comes will bring better things for me. Yes, I am ready to live with passion, without fear. I will live an intense year because I go in search of my dreams. Since the first time I heard this

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FYI - You may disagree with what I'm about to say here, but I'm posting it because it's been on my mind all evening. I am open to comments and your point of view if you'd be willing to share. This evening my father reported to me that a local church would not be hosting Christmas day church service; therefore, we would not be following the tradition of attending Christmas Eve service at this

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I cannot even begin to express the churning of my heart at this moment. Since completing the November Gratitude Challenge, my eyes have been opened even further to the blessings the Lord has poured out upon my life. I cannot even begin to give the appropriate thanks that HE deserves. I want to scream it from the mountaintops that Jesus is Lord. I want others to love Him the way that I do. I

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At the beginning of this month, I was given a challenge by more than one person to write a daily Facebook post of 3 things I'm grateful for at the end of each day. I didn't start it right away because despite my addiction to Facebook (for the reason of communicating with Peruvian friends), I don't prefer to do posts every single day. However, after about the third or fourth time being given this

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Weather...One of the mighty waysthe Lord connects with creation.Each day, a fresh start,a reminder of God's faithfulness,and a reason to be thankful. Sunshine... Shines so brightly on my faceas if it were God himself smiling upon me. Warm, welcoming, happy,like a child dancing to a favorite song.He's happy because I am joyful, too. Wind...Whistles as it whips on by,throwing my hair into a mess

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This past weekend, I had the opportunity to travel to Chicago to visit some of my favorite college friends. When first planning the trip, I thought to myself, "This is a horrible time to be leaving...I have report cards to do, a field trip to prepare for, our class fall party to plan, and parent-teacher conferences to organize." However, this being the only weekend out of many that would work for

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Earlier in the year I came across the book Radical: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream  by David Platt. In all honesty, it took me a while to get through the whole thing because of the heavy, thought provoking concepts presented. While the book was very challenging and convicting, I have gained new perspective and even some frustration about the way we in America live our lives

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I've learned time and time again that prayer really does work. However, often when I don't get an immediate answer I'm quick to become frustrated and in some situations I quit praying for that specific thing altogether. However, God recently reminded me the power of prayer and His faithfulness. After praying almost weekly for the last couple of years for a friend of mine who had turned her back

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Ten years ago on September 11, 2001, I was a freshman in high school sitting in my first year of Spanish class, when our teacher reported to us that an airplane had hit the World Trade Center tower. At the time, we weren't sure if the malicious act had been an accident or planned activity. As we listened to the radio, we learned that not one but both towers had been hit, and the event was being

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Believe it or not, I'm an outdoorsy type of girl. People underestimate me by my style of dress, always done hair, and make-up, but I truly do enjoy the outdoors. (Even my best friends are amazed at the fire I can build with wood, newspaper, and a few matches. They always tell me, I just don't fit the part.) I believe this is in part due to the many weekends my family spent camping when I was a

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I love driving alone, most of the time. Some of my best pondering is done while sitting behind the steering wheel of my car. Depending on my mood, I'm either jamming to the most current pop music, or sometimes I can be found listening to something mellow dramatic that I can pull to relate to my current emotions. However, most of the time, when I'm alone, I've got worship music playing in the

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I'm not sure why, but all my life I have thrived on countdowns. Normally, I truly do enjoy the present state of my life, but it's always fun to have something to look forward to also. Thanks to Google gadgets, my addiction to countdowns has been made easier. While in Peru, I had  typed in the tentative date for my return trip to Peru. You know, Peruvians are in the moment people, but they were

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I've worked with orphans and the poor of Peru many times during my trips back and forth. I've grown used to hearing stories of abuse, neglect, alcoholism, drugs, and anything else that leads to a child being abandoned. However, it never ceases to stop me dead in my tracks when I hear the real life stories of my dearest (adult) Peruvian friends. I'll never forget the Sunday afternoon in September

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Well, school has officially started, and I've got 2 full day under my belt. It's been quite a challenge for me to adjust to going to bed at a decent time again, and signing offline earlier means less opportunities to chat with friends in Peru. I'm missing a few of them terribly right now. Last night, as I sat reading a test strategies book a friend lent me, my eyes burned with tears for no

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Tomorrow marks the start of another school year, my second "official" year of teaching. Honestly, it doesn't feel as if school is already beginning. I feel as if the previous academic year ended just a few days ago. It was good to meet my students tonight, get a feel for their families, and see the children get excited about having friends in their class. It also breaks my heart to see how some

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I've hinted a few times about a conversation I had with God in Peru and a promise He gave me. I've shared the conversation with a few friends, but I feel it's time to share it with all of you as I ask for your prayers for the upcoming months and years.  On Thursday evening, July 28th, my dear friend Cassandra and I went down to the beach around 9pm to try out a few Peruvian drinks and enjoy the

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Whelp, I'm back in the grand 'ol U.S. of A. After traveling 19+ hours by bus from Mancora to Lima, we rushed straight to the airport Sunday morning for the journey home. Four countries and three planes later, we landed in Chicago at 1:36 a.m. Customs was a disaster with no distinct lines for visitors and citizens. We spent nearly 50 minutes waiting in line followed by 2 minutes at the counter to

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My bags are packed, my belongings are stowed, and my clothes laid out for the long trek home. I finally shed a few tears, I laughed over fond memories and pictures, and I wrote my conflicting emotions down on paper. Tomorrow is my last full day in Peru. In the morning I have plans to meet Nilton for brunch - provided he arrives on time. In the afternoon my bus leaves from Mancora for Lima at 1:

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I've been asked quite a few times this week if I'm from Lima. I guess that means, I know Peru and speak Spanish well enough, but look foreign, so I must be from the capital city. My friends have even begun calling me a "Peruana" which means I'm blending in more and more. Today, Cassandra and I went shopping at the artisan market here in Mancora. We encountered a man whom we'd talked with on

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Lunch @ Rustica on Saturday Downtown Lima on Sunday Paragliding on Sunday, also. Followed by a hike up the mountainto the Cristo del Pacifico. A walk down the beach in Mancora. Evidence of where we're staying. Lunch  Agua d CocoA real coconut, chopped open =real coconut water. My favorite place to sit at night is on those steps. The waves are amazing.I'm thinking about trying my handat surfing

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Tonight as I sat beside the ocean watching the waves crash against the shore, I became overwhelmed by the grace and mercy offered to me by God through His son Jesus Christ. As I marveled over the immense ocean in front of me, I wanted nothing more than to worship my Father who created this great earth in just 6 days. This month I've had the opportunity to be beside some of the largest mountains

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What an amazing three weeks I have had. If you've kept up with my blog, you can see that I've been very busy. With trips to Cuzco and Huacho, time with the kids in Manchay, and late nights with friends, I've barely been able to catch a break to put my feet up and relax. However, as exhausted as I feel, I would not trade the spectacular time I've had for any amount of sleep I'm lacking. As type,

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Today was a weird kind of day. I wasn't feeling much like doing anything, and I had no desire to call anyone up to hang out. Last evening I talked with Alissa Keady until nearly 3:00 a.m. My heart was heavy, and thanks to her crazy work schedule, she was available to help me sort through some things and share things that had been on my mind. Needless to say, having been awake until the wee hours

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July 28th is the day Peruvians celebrate their independence from Spain, yet many celebrations have already begun. Independence day is a huge deal in Peru. All businesses must display the Peruvian flag on their building, most places shut down for the week (some even two), and Peruvians take time to vacation with family. It's like our Christmas break, only they get theirs for independence day...you

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-84452170969298212212011-07-22T13:23:00.000-04:002011-07-22T13:23:37.707-04:00

A few days back I made a trip to the bank with a friend to exchange some of my American dollars to Peruvian soles. I used to enjoy this. I used to like watching my money triple right before my very eyes. However, anymore, it's a depressing adventure. You see, my first trip to Peru in 2007, one dollar earned me nearly three soles (2.98 I believe). That means for every $100 I would turn in, I'd get

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-79512463227620091782011-07-21T02:40:00.000-04:002011-07-21T02:40:20.523-04:00

In January of 2010 my dear friend Nilton called me to ask me about starting a mission group. He asked for advice on a name for the group, a theme verse, and a vision. At the time I thought he was crazy. I couldn't imagine how he was going to start a ministry from nothing and have money to support it, especially in Peru. I thought it was a ridiculous idea to gather your group of friends and call

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I can't believe that I have less than two weeks left in Peru; it seems as if I've just arrived. This week I am taking a lot of time to spend with friends, and next week I will travel north to Mancora to relax on the beach. I'm hoping that the days in Mancora will allow me to rest and reflect before returning to the States. I'm in no way ready to return, although, I hear my mom and dad miss me. ;)

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Over the weekend I took a trip with a few friends to the city of Huacho to do ministry and visit churches that the ministry Corazones Unidos supports. Huacho is located about 2 hours north of Lima on the coast. It is a small community, with most people working as fishermen or in the fields. We were welcomed to Huacho Saturday evening with loud music booming from homes and people everywhere in the

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-37951278582690046932011-07-19T01:59:00.000-04:002011-07-19T01:59:17.966-04:00

I attempted multiple times to write this post and fully be able to express the magic of Cuzco that can be felt, especially from within Machu Picchu. However, I am beginning to think that one cannot even begin to comprehend the wonders of this earth, especially Machu Picchu, with mere words; although, I will do my best to convey what I saw and what I felt. Tuesday I had told Gisell earlier in

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I've mentioned before that this trip is all about stepping out of my comfort zone, and this week was a big stretch in that area. Living with a Peruvian family, on Peruvian time, speaking only Spanish, and learning the love language of self-pride and belittlement were a few of the challenges I faced...not to mention the lack of internet access to connect myself with things/people "familiar" to me.

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After an 18 hour bus ride (in seats much more comfortable than an airplane), I have arrived in Cuzco. Gisell and I boarded the bus and left Lima at approximately 6:20 last evening. After a very long trek up and down the mountains and many times around and around and around, we were finally welcomed to Cuzco with a bright shining, golden sun. It was a nice change from the cloudy, misty weather in

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By now I've learned how to quickly adjust to the culture of Peru; yet there are always those things that throw me for a loop. This year, it's the fact that I'm staying in a very different location than normal, and I'm having to learn new bus routes. My last four times in Peru I've stayed at or very close to the same location. However, this year, I'm living in a completely new district of Lima.

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I've decided this trip is all about stepping out of my comfort zone and trying new things. Although, I've probably thought that very same thing the last four trips I've made to this wonderful country. People and life here is so unique; maybe that's why I like it so much. Rather than sitting around, watching a movie or playing a game of cards, people here go out and share real life together. They

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Today as I read Hebrews 11 for my devotions, I became very interested in the idea of faith. Of course, I've read this chapter and heard this chapter read aloud multiple times before, but today something struck me. I began to wonder, what exactly does faith mean? Hebrews 11:1 (ESV) defines faith as assurance of things hoped for conviction of things not seen. Webster's Dictionary defines faith as 

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I went to Jocky plaza yesterday which is a large shopping center with a cinema and multiple restaurants surrounding it. In the last year they have added a whole new outdoor shopping area as well as a DiverCity for children. I was amazed as I walked around the place. It's not a place the average Peruvian would be able to afford to shop at (nor myself actually), but nonetheless, I enjoyed looking

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-71397993946639944122011-07-03T14:57:00.001-04:002011-07-04T01:10:48.568-04:00

This morning my plane landed in Peru as expected at 12:50 a.m. However, that's not to say it was a perfect day of flying. My plane out of Chicago left an hour late which then caused my 1 hour 17 minute layover in El Salvador to be a mere 15 minutes. I rushed to the bathroom and hurried to the gate where I was expected to board for Bogota. Praise the Lord that San Salvador is a tiny airport, but

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For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.2 Timothy 1:7 Right now, my mind is fighting a battle of FEAR vs PEACE. FEAR is winning, and it's tearing my heart and mind to shreds. I have become very anxious and worried of my time in Peru. Fearful of the unknown that lies ahead.Satan is attacking me, and I do not appreciate it at all.How will I

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I'm leaving for Peru in 13 days. Actually, to be exact, I'm leaving for Peru in 12 days, 16 hours, 4 minutes and 50 seconds. In the recent days I've been asked a wide range of questions pertaining to my trip, some have had easier responses than others, but they have all made me stop and think. I thought I'd take some time tonight to reflect over recent conversations and share some of them with

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There are many famous quotes that focus on the importance of the journey; most of them blatantly point out that life isn't about the destination, but rather it is made up of a journey taking us to our final destination. I've had many conversations based around this topic recently, and it's really got me thinking. Each one of us lives life in a daily pursuit of the journey laid out in front of us

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-20017220929101478542011-06-01T22:05:00.002-04:002011-06-03T20:57:53.717-04:00

I'm not sure what it is, but my heart feels heavy.  I have been having the strangest dreams at night, often leaving me waking up slightly frightened or on the verge of tears.What are these dreams exactly? Most of the time, I can't even remember them. Last night I woke up at 3:43 a.m. nearly in tears. After I gather myself, I tried to recall exactly what had brought on this feeling. The only thing

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-47021316699486115832011-05-17T21:53:00.000-04:002011-05-17T21:53:45.422-04:00

This is probably my favorite song currently. I can't quit listening to it and thinking about how much it applies to what I feel in my heart right now. Here are the lyrics with some of my favorite parts highlighted. There's a little flame inside us all Some shine bright Some shine small The rains will come And the waters rise But don't you ever lose your light In this life you will know Love and

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-27481658989603472362011-05-16T22:15:00.000-04:002011-05-16T22:15:28.612-04:00

My life is filled with blessings.My mind is set at ease.Yet, I find my heart heavy.And I'm falling to my knees. Jesus, I need more of you!I cannot do this on my own.Each day I'm reminded of Peru,It is my other home.  I have nothing to complain about. My life is wonderful, and I am blessed beyond what I deserve. Yet, tonight I find myself with a broken heart wishing I could be there (Peru) serving

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-25332833771556690902011-05-04T21:52:00.000-04:002011-05-04T21:52:24.640-04:00

God has a unique way of always working things out, in His timing of course.  What a ride my life has been since college graduation. You all know most of the story, so I'll spare you the pain of reading it all once again. For those of you who don't know it goes something like this: semester subbing, semester in Peru teaching, 2 months subbing, 3 month maternity leave, temporary 1-year contract

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-5492329766891697782011-04-24T23:05:00.000-04:002011-04-24T23:05:20.949-04:00

I can honestly say I haven't been much of a Christian music junkie since junior high or even elementary school. Of course, I listen to it off and on, and during college I found a few bands in which I took particular interest, but to turn on the radio and listen to a Christian radio station...that just isn't me. Or maybe I should say wasn't me. Something changed in my life this year. God began to

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-87847779970047241162011-04-14T19:42:00.000-04:002011-04-14T19:42:06.163-04:00

Many times recently I've been put in my place and forced to give thanks to God for the blessings He has poured out on my life. For far too long I had become complacent in my faith. I continued my church attendance (when I'm in town on the weekend), read my Bible (if I didn't fall asleep at night first), and I'd say a prayer here or there as it was convenient. For so long, things have been going

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-21262082564021051872011-03-30T21:23:00.000-04:002011-03-30T21:23:35.410-04:00

I found a video from the Louie Giglio concert I spoke of in my last post. Nature coming together declaring the majesty of our Lord. Thinking of this moment still takes my breath away.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-1342029079161888502011-03-29T21:54:00.000-04:002011-03-29T21:54:10.736-04:00

My class has recently begun doing research for a nonfiction writing assignment. Each child was permitted to choose a topic of interest from our science and social studies lessons this year. They were then to take what we had learned already and develop it to another level of understanding through questioning and research. One of my students chose to research the sun, and one question she asked

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-75742941713784253172011-03-28T22:39:00.000-04:002011-03-28T22:39:12.183-04:00

A few months back I walked into our local Family Christian Bookstore in search of a Spanish/English Bible with the KJV in Spanish and NIV in the English translation. I found exactly what I was looking for but not before came across the bestsellers shelf. One copy of Crazy Love was standing on this shelf among other bestsellers, and I couldn't help but gravitate towards it. This seems

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-41579006831502528272011-03-14T22:57:00.000-04:002011-03-14T22:57:14.220-04:00

I'm speechless! I hate watching the news recently; it always breaks my heart and leaves me feeling depressed. Wow! That's basically all I have to say while my mouth hangs open and my eyes flood with tears as I watch and hear of destruction happening around the world. Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, war, disrupt...I could continue on, but I think you get the point. As I watched the news on Friday,

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-45342203288496592882011-02-20T22:51:00.000-05:002011-02-20T22:51:08.677-05:00

I LOVE ANALOGIES!! Last week, as I was visiting a great friend in Nashville, I heard a sermon that has stuck with me all week. While the pastor trailed off on many tangents throughout his sermon, and quite honestly lost me a few times, one tangent led him to demand that the congregation be paramedics rather than policemen. While my mind had been twisted and mangled trying to grasp what exactly he

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-86516761426695278572011-02-01T20:13:00.000-05:002011-02-01T20:13:43.060-05:00

If you're from the area or read the few discrete comments made in a previous entry, you know that earlier this school year our school district came under attack for a Bible program offered at school during school. The Bible program was immediately ceased, and the Christian organization in town began devising a new plan of action that would be commendable by the law while also providing this

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-46776303105767248452011-01-24T20:47:00.000-05:002011-01-24T20:47:48.299-05:00

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and with this picture, I believe that to be true. You see, if the photographer of this picture knew even half of what was going on in my mind on this day in June 2007, on this desolate beach in Peru, she may have set me down, forced me to pour out my emotions, and talked me through my conflicting thoughts. However, she did not know the stirrings of

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-89240316243528585012011-01-24T20:46:00.001-05:002011-01-24T20:49:17.253-05:00

Tonight as I was searching for old lesson plans on an animal unit I taught during student teaching, I came across some of my Spanish papers from high school. It was interesting to read articles written by my fellow classmates in Spanish just 6 years ago...to see what they planned to do with their lives compared to what I know of them now. As I read the articles, I was saddened by a few classmates

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-91135162226887909612011-01-04T15:48:00.001-05:002011-01-04T20:24:45.604-05:00

Last evening I was unable to sleep. My mind was racing with heavy feelings for my friends, God's grace on me as a lowly human being, and how I was going to incorporate more of Christ into my every day living so that there is not even an ounce of doubt that I am a passionate follower of Christ. Finally about 12:30 I decided that rather than lay in bed with my eyes open and my mind racing, it

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-68561388756013644752011-01-02T23:56:00.000-05:002011-01-02T23:56:54.242-05:00

1 We can make our own plans,      but the Lord gives the right answer. 9 We can make our plans,      but the Lord determines our steps.  33 We may throw the dice,      but the Lord determines how they fall. I love the book of Proverbs. There are so many great messages and themes that can be derived from this text. Earlier this week, I was reading chapter 16 for my devotions, and the above

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-45787381947303261582010-12-05T18:38:00.000-05:002010-12-05T18:38:18.653-05:00

I'm beginning to wonder if this feeling will ever go away. I feel a constant longing deep in my soul. The depths of my heart, once filled with love for orphans and those less fortunate than myself, now feel empty. My mind wanders to thoughts of things past, my other life as I like to refer to it. I go in spurts...one minute I feel content where I am, I trust that God has me here at this time for

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-54452049452772470232010-12-01T22:27:00.000-05:002010-12-01T22:27:22.729-05:00

A year ago this month I returned home after a 4 month teaching experience in Peru. Tonight, I'm feeling very "homesick" for my friends, the kids, and that life in general. This week has been a blessing as I have been able to squeeze in some time to catch up with a few dear Peruvian friends of mine. It's been a while since I've been able to just sit down and chat with a few of them, but Jesus has

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-61018754357795160702010-11-28T22:01:00.000-05:002010-11-28T22:01:15.306-05:00

God's been working on my heart this month. He's put in my place many times, and He's been reminding me each day that He's the one in charge. The convictions keep coming my way, and while it can be frustrating, it's also rewarding. I've been reading through the book of John with a friend. God has really been convicting me of being a true Christian. As I read I've been questioning my faith, and

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-47264087801984286462010-11-04T22:58:00.000-04:002010-11-04T22:58:21.988-04:00

Talk about spiritual warfare. If it isn't something personal to me being attacked, it is someone close to me. It seems as if one thing comes after another, and it is making me sick to my stomach. I pray that it will end, but then again...no one ever said being a Christian was easy. If anyone understands that, the Apostle Paul knew it full well. In the last month multiple friends have come to me

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-66198590727805088792010-10-13T22:37:00.000-04:002010-10-13T22:37:26.087-04:00

And I'm restless, I'm restless 'Til I rest in You, 'til I rest in You I'm restless, I'm restless 'Til I rest in You, 'til I rest in You Oh God, I wanna rest in You The lyrics to this song by Audrey Assad have been stuck in my head all day. My mind, body, and soul are restless. They ache for something more. I feel an emotion I cannot explain welling up within me; the deepest parts of me are

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-43049281154310431302010-10-11T20:41:00.000-04:002010-10-11T20:41:46.817-04:00

No, I did not title this after the movie, but rather because God knew I needed a short trip far away from anything normal. He knew I needed to spend some time away from the busyness of life and just relax in his creation. This weekend's whirlwind trip to Canada may have been exhausting, but it was everything I needed and more. It was wonderful to be in nature, to be away from cable tv, internet,

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-40073190757686463332010-10-03T02:17:00.000-04:002010-10-03T02:17:53.846-04:00

I'm a big fan of memories. I enjoy looking back on the past and smiling at all the good things God has blessed me with. However, sometimes those memories also remind me of lessons I've learned along the way. Tonight on the way home from Ft. Wayne, a friend and I shared her iPod headphones in order to drown out the awful talk radio being played by the driver...haha :-) This reminded me of the

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-49753484031257954512010-09-24T00:26:00.000-04:002010-09-24T00:26:27.627-04:00

I'm a happy person; I really am. However, the smile on my face somedays is only an image that covers part of what's going on inside. I miss fellowship with Christian friends. I miss living in community with a body of believers. I'm dying inside, and my heart aches for so much more. The people who know me best (aside from my family) live a minimum of 2 hours away. The people I would trust

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-71725164046848515352010-08-29T22:51:00.000-04:002010-08-29T22:51:32.306-04:00

Hoy fui a un café con una amiga para preparar mis lecciones por la semana. Cuando yo estaba pidiendo mi cafe un hombre detras de yo me preguntó, "qué significa HU?" Lo expliqué como un grupo que empezó en Lima, Peru y tiene el propósito de ayudar gente y compartir el amor de Dios. Le dije que viví en Peru y ahora estoy aqui en Indiana para pasar la voz y compartir el amor de mi Dios. Con esa

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-52178473007783367552010-08-24T22:45:00.000-04:002010-08-24T22:45:10.036-04:00

Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.~Howard Thurman~ This quote has become a favorite of mine in the past few years. There are so many people in our world that are self focused. They think very little of the needs in the world; rather, they focus solely on themselves and how they can get ahead.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-74860586222524715472010-08-07T16:25:00.000-04:002010-08-07T16:25:10.421-04:00

On this gorgeous Saturday afternoon, I find myself not out enjoying the sunshine but rather sitting in a cafe reviewing interview questions and wondering what God's perfect plan for my life is. I'm learning to be content where I am, find God's purposes for me in the here and now, and to take things one day at a time. It's been a year long learning experience with life leading me in multiple

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-47080134211865110232010-07-28T23:10:00.000-04:002010-07-28T23:10:40.475-04:00

It's a big word with deep roots and large responsibilities. It's intimidating and scary, but exciting all at the same time. We commit to our relationships with others as friends and/or lovers. We commit to jobs, activities, church, etc. However, there is one commitment that far exceeds the others...our commitment to Christ. This is the only commitment with eternal rewards if we accept Christ or

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-37088610037257817632010-06-27T19:32:00.000-04:002010-06-27T19:32:23.204-04:00

Awhile back I posted an entry about a challenge I had been given to write down my dreams. Since taking that challenge, I have thought long and hard about my dreams and how they fit into the plan God has for my life. I've often wondered if some of those dreams are too big or if they are unrealistic. I've found myself doubting my ability to handle some of the challenges that I may face in

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-75396797118775190712010-06-17T00:17:00.001-04:002010-06-27T14:36:31.453-04:00

I am so incredibly thankful for and blessed by the time I was able to recently spend in Peru. It wasn't at all the vacation I expected, but in many ways it was much better. God's hand was definitely with me on this trip, and He knew exactly what I needed in order to come home feeling refreshed and reminded why I love Peru so much. Shannon was a great host, and in many cases, I picked up right

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-88686667900510494832010-06-09T18:38:00.000-04:002010-06-09T18:38:34.693-04:00

So I've been mistaken for a Peruvian a few times in the last couple of days. Other than my dark hair and brown eyes I really don't think I fit the typical appearance of a Peruvian, but if they want to think I am, it's quite alright with me. Sunday we met some Brazillians on the beach and were asking Gisell and I various questions about Peruvian culture. When I told them I was from the States,

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-18913647588382574222010-06-07T12:47:00.000-04:002010-06-07T12:47:32.298-04:00

I know I haven't been many places in the world, but if I had to pick a favorite place I would pick Peru. I love the people. the culture, the fire my friends display for the Lord, and a mix of many other things. Maybe if I was raised here or stayed here for a few years I would feel different, but at this point, I'd say Peru is pretty great. Saturday evening I went to church with a friend.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-60198678757955972662010-06-04T20:41:00.002-04:002010-06-04T20:43:23.430-04:00

So obviously things are cheaper here in Peru than in the States. I remember when I first returned home, I spent very little money because I was in shock at how "expensive" things were. However, eventually I became accostomed once again to the prices and began to spend more money. I've had a few conversations about Peruvian salaries vs US salaries already this week. Each conversation, broke my

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-17741366438730723322010-06-02T00:05:00.000-04:002010-06-02T00:05:57.225-04:00

Three years ago I left my country for the very first time (Canada doesn't count), and I traveled with 15 people I hardly knew to Lima, Peru to work with Kids Alive. At that point in time I had the dream of teaching in Latin/South America, yet I had no idea that I would be returning to this very place time and time again. During that trip 3 years ago I made friends with people on my team, and I

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-4625979914259386972010-05-31T22:42:00.000-04:002010-05-31T22:42:41.851-04:00

Finally, after 5 1/2 months, I've made it back to one of my favorite places...Peru!! I've been anticipating this trip since December when I arrived home to cold, snowy Indiana. Of course I love my family and my few friends that are left there, but I also very much enjoy life here. This is my fourth trip to Peru, and my first trip with no plans except to hang out with people and have fun. So far,

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-92036210890545745772010-05-17T22:05:00.000-04:002010-05-17T22:05:58.790-04:00

We all know that in most cases the life we see in our dreams differs greatly from the life we live day to day. There are very few, rare people who envision life one way in their thoughts and live it day to day calling it reality. I try to be as realistic as possible, but I still hold dreams that I doubt will ever come true. (Does that mean I lack faith? Another topic, for another night.) About a

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-61914338310576307612010-05-10T23:35:00.000-04:002010-05-10T23:35:52.977-04:00

Recently I have fallen in love with this song by Danilo Montero. Cuan hermoso ~ Estar en tu presencia ~ Rodeado por tu amor ~Y tu belleza. Seguro estoy en ti ~ Entre tus brazos ~ Confio en ti mi tesoro ~ Mi Amor ~ Mi esperanza. In English it translates as follows: How beautiful to be in your presence, surrounded by your love and your beauty. I am secure in you, in your arms. I trust in you my

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I have been blessed more than I deserve. In fact, I am a firm believer that we deserve nothing. God blesses us because he chooses to not because he has to. What a mighty God we serve. Before I left Peru I made a list of things I was looking forward to coming home to and things I was sad to be leaving behind. In my last post, I mentioned that recently I had been dwelling in the past way more

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-59299147297057287642010-04-12T23:04:00.000-04:002010-04-12T23:04:54.033-04:00

47 days until I'm back in the other country I like to call home...PERU!!! I love countdowns! I'm not sure it's a good thing, but it seems I'm always counting down something, looking forward to what's next. I used to think of myself as a future focused person because of all the countdowns I constantly had going on whether in my head or on paper. However, recently I've found myself living in the

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-33253791681370740022010-03-30T19:48:00.000-04:002010-03-30T19:48:05.191-04:00

My heart breaks for those that do not know the healing power and love of the Lord Jesus Christ. Part of this desire to reach the lost world for Christ is why I love being a teacher. If I can have an impact on even one child who then leads by example for his/her peers, then I will have accomplished my goal (or at least one of the many). Today one of my students asked why we get Friday off in

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-89822167355752034212010-03-21T01:19:00.000-04:002010-03-21T01:19:19.324-04:00

If you've kept up with my blogging, you've most likely read all of the following before. However, I typed out a summary of my four months to share at church on Sunday, and I thought since I never really did a full summary on here, I'd post it for anyone who may be interested. Read as much or as little as you desire :) I want to start by saying thank you to all of you for your support while I

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-40271680113930853722010-03-12T23:15:00.007-05:002010-03-13T00:39:38.770-05:00

I compiled pictures of my Peru trip as well as pictures of a friend's volleyball team and their trip to the Dominican Republic to produce a video for Mission Sunday at church. Watch and enjoy :)(My pictures start at about 2:30 if you want to skip ahead; however, I would recommend watching the DR pictures, too. They are pretty inspiring!!) If I learned nothing else during my time in Peru, I

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-7440088852066965632010-02-16T23:11:00.004-05:002010-02-16T23:29:52.181-05:00

I just realized I never finished typing up the 2nd half of my December Newsletter...sorry about that! I had good intentions, but as I got wrapped up in life, I simply forgot to come back and finish.The last few months have been filled with ups and downs. Some days I love being back in the States, working in the schools, hanging out with friends, driving, and living a "normal" American life.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766279123589384167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795520153226591854.post-75864083747155346732009-12-27T22:07:00.003-05:002009-12-27T22:25:22.579-05:00

Some of you informed me that you were unable to open my December Newsletter. I decided rather than bombard those of you that could open it with the same thing again, I would post the newsletter here for all to read. I'm still working on a summary post to kind of wrap up everything that happened in Peru, but I'm struggling to put everything into words. Maybe one day it will come, but for now

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Just thought I'd give a quick update to let you all know that I did indeed get on the plane, and I am now home safely. I will try to get a real post up soon :)Thanks for your prayers, your friendships, and your support. I couldn't have done it without any of you!

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Just a few things I'm looking forward to upon return to the United States in 3 days:Hugging my family when they pick me up at the airportClean air and the peaceful country settingMy puppiesDrivingFriendsHigh heels :)Snow (even if it is cold)Christmas sights and sounds...it just isn't the same here in 75 degree weatherA quiet night of sleep without car alarms, house alarms, barking dogs, honking

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If you were to ask me how I'm doing, depending on that exact moment, you would get an array of possible answers. I cannot even begin to describe the joy and the sadness that stirs within me as I sit and type this post. One minute I cannot wait to get on that airplane early Saturday morning and the next minute I'm reminded of all I will be leaving behind in just a few short days. I've met some

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It's hard to believe that in one week I will be sitting in the airport ready to board a plane back to the United States. I've been in Peru exactly 4 months today; some days it still feels like I've just recently arrived. The other night I was reading through my journals of my first weeks here; I was so scared of the buses, going out alone, speaking in Spanish, etc. However, 4 months has brought

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You are the strength that keeps me walking.You are the hope that keeps me trusting.You are the light to my soul.You are my purpose.You're everything.On Sunday afternoon, the children at the Kids Alive home did aChristmas program for their visitors (grandparents, aunt, uncles, etc.)This drama was done the by the older girlswith the help of one of the boys from Pachacamac.It was an excellent

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I came across this video today, and I felt it was something worth sharing.There is forgiveness and restoration in Christ. If you do not know him,I want you to know that he is a God of love and compassion.He wants to heal you; he desires to save you.He wants nothing more than to see your face in heaven after judgement day.Choose Christ...In the end, you will be better because of it.If you do not

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I have been reminded over and over again through many of you and also life circumstances that God is in control of my life. Some days I neglect that small yet very important fact as I try to figure out my life and plan accordingly. However, God is always quick to knock me back on my knees and remind me that He knows just what he's doing.Most of you know that I would love to return to Peru for

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Festivities began Wednesday with a very nice dinner with the children at the Kids Alive Home followed by devotions which included children reading verses of thanksgiving and sharing reasons why they are thankful.Thursday I celebrated with my students. I think they had a pretty good time. They are already filled with questions about our upcoming Christmas party.Friday I was invited over to Jon

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This year I'm thankful for many things.I'll name just a fewMy FamilyMy Peruvian FamilyYour Prayers and SupportGod's Unending BlessingsGod's Provision that Extends Beyond my ComprehensionThanksgiving was a bit different this year, for obvious reasons. It's kind of weird to think about Thanksgiving when the temperatures are reaching near 80°F with no decorations or even autumn-ish atmospheres.

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Christmas tree in the mall. Apparently at 9pmthey drop "snow" from the ceiling, but I was home before that happened.Teddy bear display in one of the stores.I wanted to jump on the big one on the left, but I was afraid the security guard would get me.Outside decorations. Santa's WorkshopChristmas will be here before we know it! I went to the mall last night for dinner, and I became very excited

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Tonight, as well as every other Wednesday night, I was blessed to be a part of devotions with the kids at the Children's Home as well as a little birthday celebration for one of the children. Devotions with the older kids. wE aRe FaMiLy! Helping Vanessa understand her reading assignment about a slave girl in the United States around the time of 1716 and the Stamp Act...and I hated literature and

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Life in the mountains is very different from life here in Lima. A view from the city after a hike up the mountain.Our taxi couldn't make it up the hill, so we walked up. Notice the woman tending her sheep on the side ofthe mountain. There isn't a fence or anythingto keep them all in. The town square in Huancayo. This was a beautiful park,but I was more fascinated with the gorgeous clouds I

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Taylor Swift wrote a song about life at the age of 15. In the song she shares about all the things teenage girls think are important. One of my favorite parts of the entire song is, "But in your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team." A few lines later she sings, "When all you ever wanted was to be wanted. Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

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