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I'd like to introduce you officially to three special girls in my life. They are Belen, Jacinta, and Amanda Ceron. My pastor Cristobal and his wife Ale have been probably one of the biggest blessings in my life here in Chile. They have completely taken me into their family and loved me as one of their own. I'm something of a little sister to them, and hence something of an aunt to the girls. I spend whole days with the family and even stay the night sometimes. Of course this leads to every time I go over to their house the girls ask if I am going to spend the night. And when I do, they make my bed in Cris' office, complete with Barbie sheets and all.  Tonight is one of those nights. So in honor of getting to spend time with my favorite little girls, I thought I'd post some pics of our last time together.  Amanda is 2 and absolutely a doll. I can't help but attack her with kisses when I see her. Last time I stayed with the girls I told them that we wer

It's been a great and challenging week. As many of you know, my church, ISA, is taking me on as part time staff. Last year I somehow managed to work more than any sane person should, and the Lord provided sanity most of the time, and tissues when my sanity broke and I needed a good cry. But 2013 is going to be different. Starting Feb 1st I will be working two days a week as a woman's pastor with ISA. Another day a week, I will be coordinating a pastoral apprenticeship program in the Anglican Church of Chile. And then of course, my half time job with Fundacion Generacion. It will be an interesting and exciting year! I'm in the time of transition now between English teaching and taking on full time ministry. And I'm loving it. My job with ISA is primarily discipleship with the women, overall leadership as part of the pastoral team, and putting some administrative order into the church. Really, it's a dream come true. In the last few weeks I've had the chance

I sat across from her, praying for wisdom. She told me about her life, full of "delights" and "fun times". But she was miserable. I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. My own heart full of sadness that my friend was looking for her joy and personal value in all the wrong places. She had been wrestling with apathy in her relationship with God and was losing. In my times praying for her in the past, I had realized that she was a prodigal son, and I was an older brother. But instead of acting like the older brother in the story, I wanted to respond well. I wanted to respond the way the Father does. "While (the younger son) was still far off, the father went out to greet him". There is nothing but love and forgiveness in the heart of the father. So I had been praying that my own heart would reflect that of the Father. When it was my time to respond, I sat there silently for a minute, wondering what I should say. I asked my friend what she beli