I decided a few days ago that I am not going to wait to live the kind of life I want to live, I will start now. So I bought a bunch of speghetti and cooked it up today. Why? Well, I was thinking how nice it would be to have lunch with some of the homeless guys who hang out behind our apartment building. So with Ashlee carrying all the bowls and forks and I the big pot of speghetti, we ventured downstairs to find some new friends to share lunch with. I am asked for money by homeless people SO often in this city, but of course the one day I am looking for some hungry person to share food with, they are out of site. We basically walked around for 15 minutes looking for anyone who looked even slightly hungry. But to no avail. I had prayed as we began our adventure that this would be glorifying to God and that He would bring the right people to us. And I also prayed that I would not be discouraged if it did not turn out the way I wanted. So as Ashlee and I returned to our apartment in defeat, we began to talk about what we can do in the future. We decided to choose one day a week and make it the "lunch" day. And now when people ask us for money or whatever on the streets, we can tell them to meet us outside our building on "lunch" day for a free lunch. The more we talked about it, the more excited we got. Visions of "breaking bread" with these beloved people on the grass outside our building flashed through our minds. I am so glad she is here to encourage me in this. This is what the iron sharpening iron thing looks like.
I live near a long thin park called Parque Forestal. It's really quite a nice park and it has a long stretch of a lane for riding bikes or jogging. And since I have a fear of riding bikes in this city, I jog. It's really pleasent. I usually listen to radioDisney on my mp3 player and jog along to Jonas Brothers, Beyonce, or Julieta Venegas. Great stuff. Yesterday on my jog I noticed that the trees were beginning to change. Fall has finally arrived and I am glad for the change. But as I was jogging through the falling leaves, I began to think about how much I like fall. And I had this special moment when I realized that I want to be here in Santiago, jogging through this park for many falls to come. After the past few weeks of cultural adjustment being a little more painful than normal, this was a nice thought to have.
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