hair......it needs cut

Unselfishness

Where are the good works? Where the acts of service? What happened to that hospitality that we Christians were once famous for? What has happened to our eyes, that we are blinded to the needs around us? What’s become of our hearts, once so attuned to others and anxious to serve?

Where is the forgetting of ourselves that should be taking place, where we are no longer important but other’s needs are considered more important than our own?

“Then Jesus went to work on his disciples. ‘Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s sear; I am. Don’t run from suffering, embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose yourself? What could you ever trade your soul for?” (Matthew 16.24-26, MSG)

Simple unselfishness is what’s it’s called. Simple is not what we have made it. Simple is the mindset given by grace that seeks continually the things above, not the things below.

“So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ -- that’s where the action is. See things from his perspective. Your old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life -- even though invisible to spectators -- is with Christ in God. He is your life. When Christ (your real life, remember) shows up again on this earth, you’ll show up, too -- the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with obscurity, like Christ.”(Colossians 3.1-4, MSG)

Who lives like this, really? Content with obscurity?? That’s ridiculous these days. First, do everything you can not to be obscure, and second, don’t be content until you’re well known! But that’s not the way of Christ, brethren, not even close.

“And that means killing off everything connected with that way of death: sexual promiscuity, impurity, lust, doing whatever you feel like whenever you feel like it, and grabbing whatever attracts your fancy. That’s a life shaped by things and feelings instead of by God. It’s because of this kind of thing that God is about to explode in anger.”

This is the way we have grown up into; materialism, greed, selfishness, self-preservation. The age of “me”, as my padre calls it. But we can’t just sit around partaking in this and blaming the world around us, we really can’t expect them to do anything different. But us, now we are the ones who should know better.

“It wasn’t long ago that you were doing all that stuff and not knowing any better. But you know better now, so make sure it’s all gone for good: bad temper, irritability, meanness, profanity, dirty talk. Don’t lie to one another. You’re done with that old life. It’s like a filthy set of ill-fitting clothes you’ve stripped off and put in the fire. Now you’re dressed in a new wardrobe. Every item of your new way of life is custom-made by the Creator, with his label on it. All the old fashions are now obsolete. Words like Jewish and non-Jewish, religious and irreligious, insider and outsider, uncivilized and uncouth, slave and free, mean nothing. From now on everyone is defined by Christ, everyone is included in Christ. So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it. Let the peace of Christ keep you in tune with each other, in step with each other. None of this going off and doing your own thing. And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ -- the Message -- have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives -- words, actions, whatever -- be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.” (Colossians 3.5-17, MSG)

Each of us has this responsibility and obligation on our lives, to live in love as a genuine response to what God has done for us. We owe Him everything….

The thing is, His way is better. It honestly is. Everything He’s ever instructed us to do, through commandments and scripture’s exhortation, is for our personal good as well as the good of the kingdom. We’ll be better off if we stop trying so hard to make our own way.

“For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.” (Matthew 16. 25, NASB)

Romans 14.22-15.6 (MSG)

“Cultivate your own relationship with God, but don’t impose it on others. You’re fortunate if your behavior and your belief are coherent. But if you’re not sure, if you notice that you are acting in ways inconsistent with what you believe -- some days trying to impose your opinions on others, other days just trying to please them -- then you know that you’re out of line. If the way you live isn’t consistent with what you believe, then it’s wrong.

Those of us who are strong and able in the faith need to step in and lend a hand to those who falter, and not just do what is most convenient for us. Strength is for service, not status. Each one of us needs to look after the good of the people around us, asking ourselves, “How can I help?” That’s exactly what Jesus did. He didn’t make it easy for himself by avoiding people’s troubles, but waded right in and helped out. “I took on the troubles of the troubled,” is the way Scripture puts it. Even if it was written in Scripture long ago, you can be sure it’s written for us. God wants the combination of his steady, constant calling and warm, personal counsel in Scripture to come to characterize us, keeping us alert for whatever he will do next. May our dependable steady and warmly personal God develop maturity in you so that you get along with each other as well as Jesus gets along with us all.”

ironically, on halloween

Okay let me preface by saying that I'm not into halloween. never have been. 1st, I don't like being scared. 2nd, my parents never introduced or let us do any halloween celebrating. 3rd, it doesn't seem to be all that God-glorifying. But I'm not here to dig on the day. I say all that because it tickles me that on halloween of all days I am about to post about living dead people.

That's right folks, ''living, dead, people''. all three things. 2 adjectives, 1 noun. let's break it down, you know; drop the beat. : )

Ephesians 2.4-5
"But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions -- it is by grace you have been saved." (emhasis, and color, mine)

In thinking about this, how can a person be both alive and dead at the same time? Apparently, it's happened. And to us Christians, to boot. I think it interesting that God made us alive even when we were dead. So that makes me a living dead person, right? I mean, how can we be both living and dying at the same time?

Perhaps this has more to do with our dual nature, that we are both flesh and spirit. Maybe it is that before we knew Christ, both our flesh and spirit were marked for death and judgment, and eternal separation from God. Then, when the gospel was preached to us and we believed, our Spirits were transferred from death and marked for life. And so our flesh is still marked for death because of the sin that has destroyed physical life on the earth, but our Spirits marked for the eternal life that comes through faith in the Son of God.

Earlier in Ephesians, (1.19-20) Paul writes about the incomparably great power of God, which was displayed when He rose Christ from the dead. That same power is something that Paul prays for the Ephesians to know, to really understand and live from. And he says that power is for us who believe. One way to see that is that God's mighty strength, the awesomeness of which was shown when He raised Christ from the dead, is available to us and working on our behalf. But another way to look at it is that the same power that raised Christ from the dead is resurrecting our dead Spirits and marking them for life.

That just intrigues me. I'm a living dead person, by the power and grace of God.

Thought I'd share....

Picktown ramblings...

Well, i’ve been traveling again. not too far, this time, not to another country or anything; not really traveling. but i did leave my own home, board a plane, and arrive shortly thereafter many hundreds of miles east of my departure place.

Philadelphia, PA.

Home of cheese-steaks (with cheese-whiz? *grimace*), soft pretzel companies, and my dear friends; i’ll call them ‘Kiki’ and ‘Jayvon’. Those names, of course, are only slightly exaggerated.

Kiki and Jayvon used to live here in Ohio with me. I met Kiki before they got married, we worked together in this dungy-book cellar. good times. Then she and Jayvon fell in love, got hitched, and decided to transport their lives to Philly. Fair enough, except that my opportunities to be around their coolness have depleted greatly.

I couldn’t stand the absence more than one month.

call me crazy, but they have a 2^nd bedroom … it’s real nice.

Anyways, i had the great pleasure of spending a weekend with them. Jayvon started making his hard cider after we found some un-pasteurized apple cider. we made a pie, took a walk, ate PRETZELS (fist pump!), and played 4 games of the “settlers of catan”. a-mazing.

cheese-steaks aren’t bad, either.

still existing

somehow i doubt very much that many people check this site anymore, which is actually fine by me. But in case there are a few of you out there, hi.

thanks.

i'm alive.

maybe i'll be writing soon?

Pictures from outreach

Hello everyone, I have finally uploaded my outreach pictures (106 of them) to my web albums for your viewing convenience.

That link is

DTS Outreach to Guatemala

I know it has been a great length of time since I have posted, and even more time since something of value was written here, but I am willing to give it a try if and when God leads.

For now, enjoy the pics.

Kara

keep looking.

praying? feel like you see a picture from God or hear something from him? unsure to the meaning of it all? (does this sound like a heart-burn commercial yet?)

This happens to me, pretty often. Not going to lie. I feel like I hear or see something from God, but it's vague, the picture is fuzzy, or not complete. The scene ends too quickly, there's no resolution. No outcome. Or the words sound like mine, or confuse me, or don't hold meaning for my situation. What do I do? What do you do?

Here's what Daniel did:

"while I was contemplating . . . I kept looking until thrones were set up,"

He sees. He contemplates. And he doesn't back down, he doesn't leave, unsatisfied, but too lazy to wait like I am. He keeps looking. And he gets one of the sweetest visions of God recorded in the bible. I hope it inspires you to the glory of Jesus:

"I kept looking until thrones were set up, and the Ancient of Days took His seat; His vesture was white like snow and the hair of His head like pure wool. His throne was ablaze with flames, its wheels were a burning fire. A river of fire was flowing and coming out from before Him; thousands upon thousands were attending Him, and myriads upon myriads were standing before Him; the court sat, and the books were opened. Then I kept looking . . . and behold, with the clouds of heaven one like a Son of Man was coming, and He came up to the Ancient of Days and was presented before Him. And to Him was given dominion, glory and a kingdom, that all th epeoples, nations and men of every language might serve Him His dominion is an everlasting dominion which will not pass away; and His kingdom is one which will not be destroyed." (Daniel 7.8-14, emphasis mine)

I am encouraged that in this occurrence, Daniel ''kept looking'' three times (I left one out, feel free to read the whole thing). Makes me more steadfast to do the same.

So, confused about something you're hearing or seeing from the Lord? . . . I can't answer right now, I've got to go keep looking.

a thought on enslavement

You know how some people seem to have power over you that you don't remember crowning them with?

Could be a parent you don't live with, someone you once loved, someone you hate, etc. . .

Well it really doesn't matter who it is, but you know as well as I do that when you look at things in the light, those people affect you negatively when you are with them. Now negatively is maybe the wrong word, maybe I'm thinking more ''without you wanting them to affect you". That's a little better. The point is, you're not yourself. You feel expectations stronger, you feel attached to a behavior you thought you had done off with. It can cause resentment, confusion, frustration: I know.

Who ever gave those people that power? I don't remember handing someone my heart and saying: "here, please take every occasion we are together and wreak havoc on my nervous system, I like it when my heart beats out of control and my legs shake." nope, I didn't ask.

So I was pondering, as I could not sleep for nickels, and began to read in 2 Peter. I believe the inspired words of God apply here:

"For speaking out arrogant words of vanity they entice by fleshly desires, by sensuality, those who barely escape from the ones who live in error, promising them freedom while they themselves are slaves of corruption; for by what a man is overcome, by this he is enslaved." (2 Peter 2.18-19)

I was struck with a meaning, from the word 'overcome', that's exactly what I've felt in this type of situation, that who I was and was most of the time was overcome, almost overridden, and someone else (unknowingly and probably not wanting to) had taken the reins. I read on, and realized that I've enslaved myself to these situations. I think by now it's how I expect to act in them. And so, I've subconsciously subjected myself to another person, who does not know it. It's really weird.

Ok ok, trying to get to the point here . . . Jesus didn't die on the cross for me to be enslaved all of my life. He wants me to be free, even more than I want to be free. And so I am on a quest for freedom. Guarding my heart, perhaps withdrawing where necessary, in general praying a heck of a lot more. Trying to see what the will of God is.

Are you enslaved? Don't be another moment. "It was for freedom that Christ set us free."

"If you continue in My word, then you are truly disciples of Mine; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free . . . truly, truly, I say to you, everyone who commits sin is the slave of sin. The slave does not remain in the house forever, the son does remain forever. So if the son makes you free, you will be free indeed." (John 8.32-36)

i love weekends.

The title of this post says what i really want to say. i love weekends. More than weekdays, as do most people.

Today, is Saturday. It was wonderful! i woke up, went for a run, cleaned my room, cleaned my desk off, watched most of Fargo, then played the guitar a little and read my bible. then . . .

i cleaned up and went to a wedding. Sarah Tinon, this very evening, married Matthew Smith. It was a lovely wedding, as lovely as Sarah herself. It just fit their whole family so well, i enjoyed myself immensely. Yay for weddings! and yay for Tinons too, they're swell people.

So it's saturday night, tomorrow i get to go to church. and spend the day with Jesus. i am just pretty pysched.

Where are you. i'm praying:

lights stay on all night in the harbor
to bring the boats home, love
i will stay right here, by this lonely ocean
my eyes a beacon for your journey

time and time again you could find me
were this to be the day we meet
every day i wake up to wishing
my heart is with you where you are

wherever that is . . .

danger on the seas, the redded sky is
warning me to watch and pray
knowing you alone could be drowning
crashed by breakers, storms and waves

someday you will know, for i will tell you
of all the nights i spent in tears
sitting on the sand of hopes and glory
a fire of hope to warm my spirits

to keep waiting for you . . .

that's balderdash -- from Cake Day

Today was the second weekly Cake Day of the Ohio chapter. We had a great caked, shaped like the 'Great Wall' of China. Over cake we played Beyond Balderdash, and here are the results, both true and false; the best of tonight. Enjoy!

I.B.C.A. actually stands for the "International Brick Collectors Association." who collects bricks?

Chankings = "Food which is spit out such as olive pits, watermelon seeds, etc." but we also liked: "the sounds of horses' hooves on city owned pavement", "the rear flank scraps of livestock used in dog food."

Pinto Colvig (person): we liked "the inventor of pinto beans," and "a famous russian who ate chankings," and "a mexican-irish renegade who led the raid on gloucester in 1936."

"Ladies should Listen" (movie): our picks? "The story of 4 young co-eds en route to their spring break destination of Daytona Beach, Fla., who managed to arrive instead in Winnipeg, Manitoba." "A group of elderly women in a community knitting club "close their ears" to a new attender, Sylvia Rocktree, whose premonitions about the town drunk turn out to be 'dead-on'."

Nictitate = "the winking of the eye."

Levoduction = "the turning of the eye to the left."

Did you know that there are such societies as 'P.L.O.W.', which stands for Petunia Lovers of the World, and 'D.D.S.", Diving Dentists Society.

"Trollenberg Terror" (movie): "One-eyed aliens with octopus-like arms try to take over a small town in Switzerland." Other options? "A renegade trolley operator chooses random victims to run down in the streets of San Fransisco." "look out Trollenberg - Baby Hans has hit the terrible two's and his side splitting antics will have you howling for more." "The story of Hitler's mistress, whose botched plastic surgery leads to a retaliatory strike on the office where surgery was performed."

Ushabti (a word): we would like it to mean "a casserole consisting of deep fried sushi nuggets and steamed broccoli, and long wheat noodles." "a term used by superior indians for 'canoe'." "a mongolian favorite made from lamb flanks seasoned with field grass and butterfly wings, sauteed in llama spit."

"The Crime of Dr. Hallet" (movie): first filmed in 1938, this picture is about a jungle doctor who fakes his own disappearance by taking over a dead helper's identity. Our plot lines . . . "in this medical "who done it", Ben Thompson wakes from his amnesia to find a bomb installed instead of a pacemaker." "The good Dr. is called upon to extract chankings from a toddler's nasal passages, but neglects his duty to nictitate at the pretty nurse." "a crazed physician who goes on a mass murdering spree on his wealthy, unappreciative patients."

Nuzzling = "the sound commonly emitted by Camel."

There you have it.

a working girl

Some say there's a women's work and men's work. Either way, it's work. So what if there's stuff that most people of one gender lean towards doing one type of work, and the other gender a different work. We like what we like, and some of that is what God has designed for us to do!

In all honesty, the ''women's work'' you think of when that term is mentioned (housework, cooking, cleaning, decorating, caring for youngins, etc) is what I most sincerely want to do in life. But that will come in time, if the good Lord is willing.

Anyways, all that to say . . . I'm working. I've got a job, and I'm working!!! It's not what you'd automatically call ''women's work,'' but most of the people I work with are women. It's quiet work, filing, filling out forms, medical records, calling people . . . sorting mail, doing odd jobs. But I'm really excited. It appears that I may have my own desk soon at the office, which means I can put up a few pictures of the people who mean most!

It's great to be working. I feel structured again, purposeful. Life has MEANING! Just kidding. :) It had tons of meaning before I ever got a job. Jesus is still my meaning, no matter what kind of job I am working. I wanna figure out how to make Jesus the center meaning of all things in my life. You know the song "Chicago"? It says "all things go, all things go, to Chicago." Somehow I just thought of that. Not that all things go to Jesus, but all things come from Him. The center. Yeah. That's what I want.

Got another sweet taste of community last night with the girls, Aleen, Tonya, Bethany, and Shannon. It was like YWAM small group all over again. It felt so good to be vulnerable again, I know by now that the freedom on the other side is sweet enough to go through any heartache. And so, I do feel a little freer today.

Aleen is taking me out to shop for scrubs tonight. yay! I look good posing as a nurse . . .

Rubiks Cubes

My mind is in this intense fog but still I am attempting to solve this Rubiks cube. To no avail, as you may have guessed. I can get the green side (with the help of the directions) but then when I try to work on the other sides I always mess it up. It's not as easy as it looks. :)

The baby dedication was great, and we're back in Ohio. Aleen and Caleb are here with us, which is nice. Tomorrow I start my new job, I'm pretty excited, and then we are having a girls night!

. . . later . . .

I'm a little more awake! yippee! had dinner, ran, showered, etcetera. and now, the mental preparation for work tomorrow, day 1. I'm really excited to be having a job again, to have a schedule to my days. Here I was thinking it would end all my scheduling problems to have a 10:30-2:30 schedule, but then madre and I start talking about having my cousin Leah over for a weekend and things get crazy. I love my schedule for evening and weekends, but for lunches and day trips it's no good. oh well, you can't have it both ways I guess

I came across this quote in a wine ad at the hotel saturday night (why do I read wine ads? don't ask.) and it got me thinking: "can you harvest a way of life?" that's what the quote said, with regard to wine/grapes. But now I'm wondering if,

by sowing the seeds of what I like
can I harvest indeed, a way of life?

I'm not sure. But if true, it lends itself to intentionality in these days, a theme that I come across from time to time with much regularity. Re-occurrence of this theme probably means that it is quite important, but seeing as how it's not my way of life yet it means I still haven't got it.

Well, I'm in for a nice night watching "Driving Miss Daisy," a 1990 film with Morgan Freeman and Dan Ackroyd that my parents love. I'll go to bed early, I hope, because . . .

i have to work tomorrow!!!

Popcorn with the Pops with the Kitchens

Just got back from a fantastic evening with my friends Eric and Sara Kitchen, with their girls Anna and Alea (sp?). I like them. They asked me all sorts of fun questions about my philosophy of dating. Makes me think. . .

Going to MD for Caleb's dedication this weekend, and I got a job! I start Tuesday at a Pediatric office here in Picktown. I get to do medical records. Should be sa-weet.

Um, doing well this fine day, it was a really good day. I bought scrubs for my job. Had lunch with my padre, and bought shoes for my job too. Then I cleaned, and went over to Eric and Sara's. Now I'm watching "King of Comedy", this old movie with Robert DeNiro and Jerry Lewis. I currently think that it's lame. :) still I watch. . .

Well I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Because mine is going to ROCK!!!!!

Psalm 31, Message

I run to you, God; I run for dear life.

Don’t let me down! Take me seriously this time!

Get down on my level and listen, and please -- no procrastination!

Your granite cave a hiding place, your high cliff aerie a place of safety.

You’re my cave to hide in, my cliff to climb.

Be my safe leader, be my true mountain guide.

Free me from hidden traps; I want to hide in you.

I’ve put my life in your hands.

You won’t drop me, you’ll never let me down.

I hate all this silly religion, but you, God, I trust.

I’m leaping and singing in the circle of your love;

you saw my pain, you disarmed my tormentors,

you didn’t leave me in their clutches but gave me room to breathe.

Be kind to me, God -- I’m in deep, deep trouble again.

I’ve cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside.

My life leaks away, groan by groan; my years fade out in sighs.

My troubles have worn me out, turned my bones to powder.

To my enemies I’m a monster; I’m ridiculed by the neighbors.

My friends are horrified; they cross the street to avoid me.

They want to blot me from memory, forget me like a corpse in a grave,

discard me like a broken dish in the trash.

The street-talk gossip has me “criminally insane”!

Behind locked doors they plot how to ruin me for good.

Desperate, I throw myself on you: you are my God!

Hour by hour I place my days in your hand, safe from the hands out to get me.

Warm me, your servant, with a smile; save me because you love me.

Don’t embarrass me by not showing up; I’ve given you plenty of notice.

Embarrass the wicked, stand them up,

leave them stupidly shaking their heads as they drift down to hell.

Gag those loudmouthed liars who heckle me, your follower, with jeers and catcalls.

What a stack of blessing you have piled up for those who worship you,

ready and waiting for all who run to you to escape an unkind world.

You hide them safely away from the opposition.

As you slam the door on those oily, mocking faces, you silence the poisonous gossip

Blessed God! His love is the wonder of the world.

Trapped by a siege, I panicked.

“Out of sight, out of mind,” I said.

But you heard me say it, you heard and listened.

Love God, all you saints; God takes care of all who stay close to him,

but he pays back in full those arrogant enough to go it alone.

Be brave. Be strong. Don’t give up.

Expect God to get here soon.

Good morning, one month later. I have been longing to write but haven’t felt reason to do so, haven’t felt there was anything that I had to say. But that’s ok, if I never again have something to say; that’s ok. Because God has things to say, and I can just be quiet.

Well, I won’t lie. It’s hard being home, not because home is a hard place but because I’m at a hard place. It’d probably be hard to be anywhere right now, and I just have to accept that. I think the hardest part is feeling alone: DTS provides this iron-strong community that is difficult to leave once you’ve been in it. Please understand, I don’t wish to be back in DTS, or in Chico right now, I just earnestly long for someone to walk with here. Kindred spirits, people of the same mind, unified goals, people to do things with for the kingdom.

There are lots of things I’m working on doing, like getting a job for starters. But for the kingdom. Unfortunately, things seem to be happening very slowly. I say that I am here for the foreseeable future, and that is true. A part of me thinks and hopes it won’t be too long.

With those random things said, I had it on my heart to post this Psalm this morning. As I struggle through loneliness and frustration and faith, the Psalms are becoming more dear to me because they say the things I want to say but don’t know how, they put words in my mouth for me when my mouth won’t even open. This is a Psalm I read this morning, and the Holy Spirit (our comforter) used it to comfort my soul. I’m a little more at peace than I was waking up, a little more joyful, but still relatively quiet. That’s something that usually doesn’t last long so we’ll see what God is up to in it.

The day is still young, and God is at work in it. I wonder what He is doing today . . .

Quick! Do something manly!

I hope you all enjoy this movie I made on outreach in Guatemala. I think it's pretty funny.

home and alone

"It's been a while. . ." since I last posted on this blog. But I have determined again to renew my interest in this site. A lengthy update about the Guatemala trip is still to come, never fear; but for now I think it will suffice to say that the trip was great and now I am home.

Yes, DTS is over. And here I am back home, in Ohio, looking for a job and sorting out what's to come next. But mainly, my focus is on my relationship with Christ. Jobs are a little important, you know, making money and the like, but to me it's important because it's what God told me to do next: find a job. Then after that? I don't know. and I may not get to know for some time.

That's OK. Because I can trust the character of God that no matter what I am going through, He is here with me. So even though I may feel terribly alone (which I do feel sometimes, depending on the hour) I am encouraged even by these long-ago written words on this page:

"but as for me, the nearness of God is my good."

Without Christ, I am nothing. Without His presence, my life is meaningless. Without His Holy Spirit, I am useless.

And so I resolve to do nothing of my own power, nothing of my own ambition, nothing to further my name. . . but to do everything He asks me to do with all that I have within me. What does this look like? Stay tuned. . .

before i say goodbye. . .

Hi everyone! Before i say goodbye and head off to Guatemala, i just wanted to drop a few lines and say some things.

1) i will be periodically updating this blog and/or sending out mass emails depending on the amount of time and internet connections available.
2) there will be a team update posted on the YWAM Chico website every week, so you can at least get generic information as to what we are doing and where. That update will be found here unless i notify you otherwise.
3) our time in Guatemala looks roughly like this:
Antigua - 3 weeks
San Pedro - 2 weeks
Guatemala City - 2 weeks

i know that's nothing exact, but i don't know much more. our team would appreciate any prayer or intercession that you would partner with us in, and i personally look forward to sharing reports of God's faithfulness with you either from Guatemala or upon our return. We'll be back May 19th, graduate May 20th, and then this wonderful thing called DTS will be over. What a phenomenon.

Well friends, i've got to go and weigh my suitcase to make sure it is suitable for travel. i love you all and am praying for you. thank you for partnering with me in relationship!

all for the glory of God,

kara

after time, come words

Hi Everybody! So sorry for the length between my updates, i'll pretend that i am preparing you all for the time that i spend in Guatemala where internet access is more infrequent. :) really, i'm just preoccupied mixed with lazy.

So i've skipped a week, eh? ok. recap of the last week, called ''spiritual warfare'' and taught by Dean Sherman. This Mr. Sherman is what YWAM calls a 'legend' and 'amazing speaker'. i have not so far been disappointed! He's absolutely hilarious, brilliant in presentation, but humble in conversation and approach to each day's lectures. It's been very enjoyable.

This week has been on "Relationships" also taught by Dean Sherman. It's rad that we get him for 2 weeks straight, he has a lot of insight and wisdom and is super funny. He does all these antics all morning long in class, but doesn't compromise the message just to be funny. i'm still getting lots of revelation!

It rained a lot this week, which was LAME. cold and rainy, supposed to actually snow which doesn't happen, but the rain is just as bad. ick. oh well! guess what?!!! i leave for Guatemala in 25 days. . .yes, i believe that our team leaves Sunday the 25th whereas the Fiji team leaves the 24th. That seems to be the plan.

Cool news, i still enjoy being here, like the people, the atmosphere, am learning, and moving forward with God. super psyched for outreach.

and hopefully soon i will sit myself down and write some thoughts on deep things for you all. for now, this is just to say that i am well. i hope you are too!

email me, call me, write me, i'd love to hear from you! love to you!

kara