back in the states. and that means i’m going back to my other tumblr. thanks for following here, see you on my other blog: http://sarahegrunder.tumblr.com/
the past two months in about ten minutes. good lord im going to miss these people. dos meses en diez minutos. dios santo voy a extranar a estas personas.
wine and the wineskins
Our graduation was last night. A man gave a word about Matthew 9, about wine and the wineskins. That new wine must be poured into new wineskins. We must be transformed that the He can fill us. If not, we will break, we will not be able to do our job, what we were intended for. The problem is not the wine, it is never the fault of the wine, but instead it all depends on the condition of the...
Neither do people pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will...– matthew 9:17
a woman from one of the churches gave me these boots as a gift. i’ve never seen boots like these in my life. i’ll leave it at that.
do you know how to speak English?– a six year old who was at church tonight
siga adelante. keep going.
i have His song stuck in my head.
Jenny, I have been drinking your coffee and thinking of you. Colombian coffee is the best. And someday I wan´t to drink it IN Colombia with you. I miss you so much. I miss your stories, your wisdom, and your calming presence. I hope God is moving in your life right now and can´t wait to hear stories when we both get back to Pichilemu. Stay strong woman. He estado Tomando tu cafe y pensando en ti....
the day we danced in the cornfields
You know those days you want to be able to always have in your back pocket so you can pull it out and re-live it whenever you want? This was one of those days.
Pompa La Madre
The day after my birthday we went to a town out in the country to spend time sharing with the community and that evening we had a service with dramas, preachings, etc. The family served us lunch and we spent time talking with them and their neighbors. Oh, and they had a pet monkey. Best thing ever? Yeah.
On May first we took the bus downtown for some May Day shinanigans.
Journal Entry November 28th, 2011
Whenever I fill up my journal, that day I sit down with a cup of coffee and read through the whole thing cover to cover. This is one of the entries I found from this past November. Most of us go through life, just plodding through our average lives. Climbing over a couple rocks, enjoying a few nice trails. Hardships, sure. Blessings, sure. But what kills me is that we have the risen Lord...
2 Corinthians 1.9
“Indeed we felt that we had recieved the sentence of death. But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead.”
a rest in the high places
This past weekend I went with a couple of my team members to two communities about four hours from Santa Cruz. We worked with the kids and youth there, and on the way back down stopped in a town whose name means “a rest in the high places”. It was gorgeous.
break·through noun. 1. a military movement or advance all the way through and beyond an enemy’s front-line defense. 2. an act or instance of removing or surpassing an obstruction or restriction; the overcoming of a stalemate 3. any significant or sudden advance, development, achievement, or increase that removes a barrier to progress
julz. remember when you we were roomates, and you gave me these pair of shorts one of the last days before you left to go back to Minnesota? I still have them. :) Have I told you that you were the most chill roomate ever? I miss living with you. ex-roomies, still friends.
and that is what the enemy is most afraid of, is God’s people dreaming. he...– bill johnson
I want all of God, nothing more, nothing less. Because He wants all of me, nothing more, nothing less.
When you are willing to do what you are unqualified to do, that is what...– bill johnson
and so, bolivia
how do you say, when a star runs?– alex
I’m going to build a double decker bus. But I need logs, and cushions and...– Lani (after I asked her what she was doing with her plastic hammer)
Caro. No existe gracias sufficiente para agradecerte. Cada dia tu pulsera esta en mi brazo, y cada vez que la veo, pienso en ti. Te extrano. Te quiero.
you don’t need to walk like an orphan anymore.
this base is all about sports, surf, and skate. the other weekend they had a swim competition where kids came from all over to compete.
aight, it has been announced. in 12 days I am going to Bolivia for the outreach portion of YWAM. I’ll be there for three months. still short a tad bit of money, please pray that it comes in. as long as i have internet there i will still be updating this as much as possible. they haven’t told me yet if i can bring my camera, but let’s be real i can’t go three months...