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PRAISE GOD!!!

Okay, the last 24 hours were probably the scaries tof my trip so far, because I left for La Serena with no CLUE where I was going to stay. And I arrived in the city late at night and I was worried that I would sleep on the streets for a night. But God brought an amazing little woman named Iris who brought me to her house, and I spent this mornig looking for a place and God provided an amazingly cheap place just two blocks from my school. The hostel is called Viña Del Mar and is owned my a little couple whose son goes to the university here and the dad speaks a little English and is happy to learn more. Ahhh.... God is so GOOD!

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Anonymous said…
Becka!!! I was so psyched to get a message from you! It was wonderful to hear your voice and the message had perfect reception. It was like you were just across campus and I was in the Mustang Daily rather than 1000s of miles apart. I love reading your blog! Keep the posts coming. I pray for you ALL THE TIME and want you to know how MUCH you are missed. I can't wait to get a journal ( or a bunch of photocopies!) from you.

Love Always,
Ashlee
beckalippy said…
Oh ash! I am so working on getting you photocopies! The journal you gave me ended up being whatever I wrote in whenever I missed you so it is more corny than juicy! I miss you!!!! I will try to call you tonight around 8pm your time, so if you can try to answer:)

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