so no waterfall today because apparently we are experiencing tropical storm agatha.. what a name...

today we just had a free day.. it was great.. despite all the lluvia... we still managed to get in the pool and play volleyball.. still no sign of a tan... except.. i kind of have a chaco tan!!!

rebecca- i felt like you today.. because i had bug bites all up my leg.. lots of us did.. there are more bugs in the rain its crazy!!! some times i feel like God has sent another plague of flies....but neway.. we were playing spoons under a cavana and apparently its prone to bugs.. and a bunch of us had bug bites that formed constellations.. good thing i got an A in astronomy so i could identify them.. haha

this week have been reminded of a lesson that God has already tried to teach me... 2 Cor. 12: 9.. My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weakness so that the power of Christ may rest upon me..

Sometimes i just wish I could do more.. many times this week I wish I knew more Spanish.... Sometimes I wish I was smarter so that I knew how to treat sickness like a doctor... sometimes I wish I was more compassionate and understanding so that I could help people when they were upset and crying... but I myself can not always do this...

When my roommate's brother died, I wanted nothing more than to be able to comfort her... but I myself could not.. I was weak..but I serve a God who is strong.. and so does she.. Many times when people are upset and crying I want to have the right words to say.. but I never feel like I do... but I know that God cares and holds all our tears... One year at the summer camp I work at, I wished more than anything that I could help make a little boy's intense sun burn not hurt, though it was severe enough to cause blisters.. I wish I could have stopped his screams and tears of pain.... but all I could do was give him aloe and try to make him smile...At the nursing home I worked at over Christmas and the one I visit poeple in now.. I wish I was a doctor or nurse or just knew more about the human body to be able to soothen pain or heal...but God is the ultimate healer...

I remember my first couple of days at Carver, and how many times my first couple of days I almost or did break into tears...hopelessness and helplessness are horrible.. I experienced this feelings in the greatest capacity Friday.

This nursing home I have been going to here in Guatemala is soooo different than Carver.. there are no nurses or doctors.. let alone tons of meds.. its simply a place old people live when they have no family... sometimes nurses come in, but they dont work there.. they get fed... i guess that get cleaned.. dont really know... but neway.. the few of us that have been going pretty much just go sit and talk with em... its been alot of fun and they are really good teachers..

Friday I was helping a lady sweep outside.. haha.. remember.. in guat they sweep outside... we were sweeping water so it wouldnt get in her room or build up in the walk way.. I have talked to this lady before and I'm pretty sure I have stepped her room... but I had never seen her roommate until friday..

I feel as though I have a pretty small wrist.. I can hold one wrist with my index finger and thumb of the other hand... I'm pretty sure this lady's thigh was about the size of my wrist...Flies were all over her.. I walked over and started out with an hola, como esta.... but she didnt answer.... i walked back outside and tried to talk to her roommate about her.. wuts her name... how old.. how long has she been here.. wuts wrong with her....

in a nutshell... i know she has been there 10 yrs.. dont know her name... she use to be able to walk when she first got there... but other than that I know and could do nothing... Spanish was a boundary as me and my nursing buddies couldnt really understand the other roommate, a lady that worked there, or the actual lady.... We didnt know if we could move her... she was so fragile and weak... i hate that we could not even know her name....

We decided the only thing we could do is pray... that should have been the first thing... but my instincts took over and i immediately wanted to take action....

but our first action in all circumstance should be to drop to our knees and beg God for guidance and strength.. because we are nothing on our own..
easier said than done.. but I know I need to work on this...

Everything I am, I am in Christ... therefore everything I do by Christ...

until the next time the internet works

guess what! i got a chill today b-c i was cold for a second!!! its been rainin quite alot... someone said there was a tropical storm or somethin.. i dont know.. i dont mind the rain bc it does make it cooler.. but it does mean more bichos.. which means bugs

heres a recap of some of the week
tuesday.. we went to a deaf and mute school to perform our program.. which conists of 2 songs in spanish, 2 dramas, and one dance.. dont worry im not one of the dancers... i shared a testimony there as well.. it was quite the experience bc.. they read lips..so i spoke slower than i normally do.. and there was a girl that signed for the older ones that understood that.. by the way spanish-guatemlan sign language is diff than american!
also that day we performed our program in central park, zacapa.. we walked around the city telling ppl that we were going to perform.. and believe it or not.. lots of people came! so .. i gave my testimony there as well.. good thing im loud.. bc it is a park and we were in the city.. so i had to be...
we also went to an orphanage that day as well
wednesday... class in the morning... ministry.. mine is going to the nursing home... lunch.. and then VBS! we are kinda limited in our resources here.. so when it comes to planning for VBS my mind had definetely been stretched... our craft this week was rolling up a piece of paper.. putting hair ties around it, taping a whale and Bible verse on it.. and calling it a tool to proclaim the Gospel... o yeah.. we have to do all this in Spanish... the kids seemed to like it though.. haha.. our story was about Jonah.. and how we need to tell others about Christ... hence why we created megaphones.. haha
that nite.. more visitation! afterwards we usually hit up the local tienda.. for things like coke, shaka laka.. choco milk.. cheetos, helado, you know.. the junk food we americans like. o... they sell bottles of soda here.. but you have to return the bottle.. if you dont want to stick around the store that long.. they put it in a little bag.. its pretty sweet to drink coke from a bag..
thursday was a pretty chill day.. we did our program at the school here.. on the compound we stay on.. i was the MC for one.. that was an experience.. in between performance times we filled bags with food to pass out next tuesday and thursday.. 300 to be exact.. we did this beside the main office here... and we like to sing... so the people in the office enjoyed the plethra of music we performed.. but hey.. it makes the job go fast!
and today.. friday! wooopp woop.. some more class in the manana... nursing home..today we played beauty shop as i did more nails and did some hair... lunch.. nap in the hammock! more nursing home...
fact.. in america we typically sweep inside houses and such.. but in guat.. we do it outside.. like today at the nursing home because of the abundance of water.. i went around and swept the water out into the middle courtyard to drain.. we also swept oustide some yesterday too.. it was crazy
after all that we got some cucos.... its pretty much a taste of heaven... the coffee flavored one tastes like a frozen frappucino.. but they come in little bags and you have to bit the corner of one and then suck on it.... aaahhhh.. its sooo goooooood... and only 2 quetzals.... 7.8 i think is equal to an american dollar..

though i have been doing my share of eating.. i ran every day this week... we have been getting up at the ungodly hour of 6.30... this morning was quite nice because as my and my friend were running someone greeted us with the familiar english phrase [good morning[ but honestly.. the view in the morning along the path we run is breathtaking... alot better than the graveyard at home

another scorpion story.. apparently there was one in our room and a girl was going to kill it but missed it.. it then fell off the wall.. possible into another girls suitcase.. and has yet to be found... them girls tore up the room in search for it.. they even had 2 guys go in there .. i guess because guys can see better... but it was never found... haha.. i slept fine and without worry..

tonite we are having a big party apparently.... we are eating legit guat food and we are having cuban music.... should be fun.. tomorrow we are going to a waterfall!!!
hasta luego

some differences from Guat. and America I noticed today...
1. Guatemalans do not apply sunscreen like we do. When my momma put on it on my when I was a child, she rubbed it in.... here, people just pretty much slapped it on... so until they got in the water they were as white as us.... this was at the waterpark today which was alot of fun.
2. I have kissed more chicos today than I probably will in my whole life. In Guat, instead of handshakes, they do the kiss on the cheek thing.. its only one... but when I try to think of how many people I kissed today... I lose track... dont worry im still in the VLC
3. You cant fall asleep at church in Guatemala...its too lively
4. The Holy Spirit only works for about an hour in the churches of America, but in Guatemala church can go for like 2 hours...
5. Sitting and talking is entertainment.. not watchin TV, going to the movies, or going to the mall... I have grown accustomed to this already..
6. Another thing I think of as I type on this whack'o keyboard.. in America.. you dont normally have bugs crawling on the screen or around your keyboard.. im just sayin... haha

Every nite my team has a meeting time... past couple of nites, our prof has asked us how we were blessed today..

I said yesterday that me and a friend were going to go learn to make tortillas.. well we went, but the lady was going to church in like 30 minutes..so she asked if we could come tomorrow.. which we instantly agreed to.. after chatting with her I suggested we stop by the nursing home... we had some time to kill... so I thought i would introduce my friend to some of my senior friends... My friend seemed hesitant at first..For some nursing homes are uncomfortable.. I knew what he meant... I had the same thoughts but overcame them quickly when working at Carver over Christmas break.. I told him I knew the perfect person for him to meet.. Paulito.

Paulito is blind... but so kind, generous, and willing to teach me Spanish! He corrects and teaches me words in Spanish.. in return I share a little English with him.. I also read the Bible to him in Spanish..

Anyway..He told us that he had prayed for us last night... I was moved...

Every person that we said hola, que tal... they responded with Estoy contento o Estoy alegre.. .They were happy and content.. The reason they all responded was based on the joy they had in Christ. I dont remember their exact phrases.. aka I didnt always understand everything.. but they all mentioned God and pointed up and then to their heart...

They were satisfied... even being in a nursing home, even being old and sick, even not having a family to come and visit them... they have found fulfillment in life... wow.. what a lesson..

So I always laugh alot...and I have had lots of laughs here in Guatemala and with my team... so many... we are all so different, but put us together and we make quite the comedy show... anyway...
Last nite, after cena, we were told we were going to go visit people in their houses. I was a little concerned, because in the US we dont just walk around the town shouting, Hows it goin.. much less would we get invited in to talk and chat.... well thats exactly what goes on here in Guatemala.
My group and I took a road started shouting and lo and behold we went into a house, that had muchos mangos on the front porch... there was a madre and su hijo and hija.. the little boy had come to our VBS, where I spoke in Spanish about Noe... haha.. but anyway he was talking about how much fun he had.. the conversations continued.. together we did pretty good comprehending and responding.. and then along came Susie..
Susie came to visit her friend...so by this time we probably already had 10 people in the little living room...there was half a seat beside me, so i scooted over and invited her to sit beside me... she did.. and the fun began..
Somehow, I, Susie, and mi nuevo amigo Devin from Oklahoma got to talkin about food. We were talking about the tortillas and how they are so good here because they are homeade. It seems like a simple conversation.. but there were alot of terms and vocab me and Dev were clueless!!! This became so funny to us and Susie...then it got the point where when my and Devin were trying to come together in ingles.... but i didnt understand him in my own native language!!! it was crazy.. all three of us were cracking up uncontrollably... after we calmed down some.. she asked if I wanted to learn how to make them tomorrow afternoon. I wanted to make sure I understand her correctly.. and she said yes tomorrow afternoon.. i would insert a question mark here but this computer is crazy.. but neway...I could not because I am going to the nursing home in the town on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons... she asked about Saturday.. and I said okay! Devin is coming too.. I guess...

Once again.. the Guatemalans are so generous and welcoming... I mean, we just met this lady.. and she wanted to buy the ingredients to show us how to make this food...

Im going to a waterpark tomorrow... wooopp wooop!!
hasta luego

Where to begin......
1. The trip down here was good... didn't get sick or anything! Took Dremamine (sp) and all was well! (Despite traveling 3 hours in an "autobus" w/o AC on crazy roads, after eating at a famous fast food place called Pollo Campero.... we had donuts, pollo frito, and papas fritas... look it up.. it was pretty american).
2. There really aren't as many bugs as I had believed there to be. I don't have to soak my body in bug spray.. a simple spray at nite does it well. I have seen a tarantula and scorpion...but they weren't a threat.
story... last nite.. a girl "saw" the scorpion on the wall (even though the rest of us had the lights out) and leaped out of bed (she's on the top bunk) and smashed the scorpion con la Santa Biblia... she then proceeded to tell everyone (including those still alseep) that couldn't "take it out" It was squished on the wall, and dead... but she couldnt move.... Nor could the 2 girls closest to the smooshed scorpion on the wall.... so I, in barely anything b/c there is no AC, came the rescue... Ah de mi...
We have secret santas amoung the team.... I gave the dead scorpion to my secret santa.. He is one our student leaders.. hahaha
3. Food is AMAZZZING!! Guatemalans like alot of the stuff we have.. They love fried chicken, hence why they have a fastfood restuarant w/ this delicacy (Pollo Campenero) They also like PB&J.. Yesterday I had one with jalea de pina... pineapple jelly!!! Fue muy deliciosa!!
4. People.. We are all getting along and working together o so well. .. Tonite was fun.. We were practicing some songs in Spanish.. and then all of a sudden one of the guys on the team broke out into a Lion King song.... Circle of Life... which then led to singing of other popular songs from movies and the top song charts... O-- the songs we were practicing were about Jesus... but we ended up singing about "all the single ladies"..... haha
Guatemalans... incredibles.. they are all so generous. yesterday at a construction site we mentioned that we liked mangos and un hombre gave us a whole bag of them! they are very welcoming as well.. we walked through the small town outside of the compound we are staying in and everyone came out of their house to see, listen, and talk to us.. Conversations were limited.. but it was so different than America..
Kids.. We did a VBS today... from scratch.. Hable' sobre Noe'.... haha.. We then tried to sing a song I translated into Spanish. El amor de Dios.. God's love is wide and deep and long and high.. I can't really tell if they liked it or not? Yo no se'
My old peeps.. yes yes yes... I'm in a nursing home again... It's very different at this one , compared to Carver.. Especially since I have an even harder time, because they only know Spanish... I will going to the nursing home ever M,W,F... woop woop!!
5. Random stuff: I drank an aloe vera drink.. I received my first text message (I bought a phone down here and you received one when your phone is activated). They have alot drinks in bags!! It's so weird. Freeze tag in Spanish is "chuga" The Cubans that are staying at the same "site" as us... don't belive that I am in the VLC...Guatemalan fruits are sooooo goood... Especialmente la pina! We are called "gringos" by the Guatemalans.. I think it pretty much means we're from America, we speak English.. and possible don't know anything? It's not a term of endearment.. let's just say that...
6... God is working in Guatemala... Already we have seen people accept Christ. One girl led someone to Christ in Spanish..
Guatemala may not have the economy, money, technology, sanitation, or prestige of America.. but one thing is for sure they understand contentment. The people here are happy. Even with little, they give alot. People have been so generous to us... We came to share Christ, but in return have received "some" as well.


sorry for the typos and fragments... but... I got some spanish to do.... :D
hasta luego
mucho amor!

Last night...

In about 24 hours, I will be meeting the rest of the team to drive to DC. From DC, we will fly to Atlanta, GA-- and then Guatemala City... it seems so unreal.

I thought I would I be really antsy, jittery tonight...I thought I would have those butterflies you get in your stomach when the person you have a huge crush on smiles at you... I don't feel any of that.. I'm excited--don't get me wrong-- but I'm calm? Could this be that thing called "peace"? Whatever it is-- I'm okay with it. I don't like it when my stomach feels all knotted and weird... haha

1. Thank you, mom.. for all you have done for me for this trip. Packing wasn't that bad since you had been getting stuff together. Love you!
2. Thank you to everyone, anyone who has said that they will be praying for me while I am there.. that really does mean alot. :D

I was thinking today on how this is my 3rd attempt to go on a mission's trip. My youth group was going to Peru one year... and at first I thought I was going.. but then I wasn't... won't get into the details of that.. haha
And then last year, I was suppose to go to Mexico, but this swine flu thing popped up... so now I have the opportunity to go to Guatemala.. for 2 months...

I know we can never fully understand God and His timing... but I still like to attempt. I was thinking about what would have happened if I had gone on those trips. Would I want to go to Guatemala? Would those trips have changed my life, or just the next few months? This week I think God has really been teaching me something... and maybe this can kinda answer why I didn't go on those trips...

I've heard so many people say how this trip is going to change my life... I know what they mean... but I think they have the wording wrong... I agree... this trip does have great potential to alter, flip-flop, and stretch my perspective and thinking. But I don't want this to be a camp thing.

Lots of times when kids/teens go to camp.. decisions made don't last. It's called being on a "camp-high." You could be at camp and decide that you have me the perfect guy/girl and that a long-distance relationship will work.....but it only lasts a week after camp. You could go to camp and decide that you are going to read your Bible for 45 minutes everyday... This goes well, but then school starts and you have homework....

I don't want to have a "Guatemala-high'' when I came back... I do want this trip to truly alter and turn my life upside down... but I know that only God working through this opportunity will cause such effects. I'm looking for God to change my life, yet again. The people of Guatemala will touch and move my heart... just by learning about them, this has already happened, but I need God to turn this touch into something that will change the rest of my life... Keep me accountable so that I don't just have a Guatemala-high when I come back...

maybe I was never mature enough to serve God in a way like this.. maybe it just wouldn't have made sense like it does now. whatever the reason...I'm gonna keep following, learning, maturing, and growing closer to the Most Wonderful, Amazing... God.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to end.

here it goes...

So I just checked the weather for Guatemala City, Guatemala... it's 80 there.. I kinda hope it stays around there for 2 months : )

Yeaaa... I'm suppose to be studying... but that's getting really hard to do. I just want to fastfoward to Wednesday night-- then I could go home and pack and hang out with family and friends before leaving. But.. despite my wishes.. I still have an exam tonight at 6, tomorrow at 1, and Wednesday at 3:30.. bummer dude.. haha

I'm getting sooo excited and nervous at the same time... Yesterday I was getting so worked up over the idea of me going, that I took a break from studying and decided to run to the monogram. From my dorm.. I'd say its about 3 miles or more there and back? maybe? The monogram is this place on the top of the little mountain/hill beside Liberty that has been cleared and rocks have been arranged to say LU. Lots of little trails lead to it, and the view is gorgeous once you get up there. I thought it would be a good place to go to clear my head.

I use to run up there alot my freshman year...

Yeah... I'm not a freshman anymore... At one point of my run I was reminded of the time I ran a 5K with my dad and at the end I told him I would never do that again because I was so tired and felt sick.

So after alot of huffing and puffing.. I made my way up there.. and it was breath-taking.

I felt so small. Not because I had just burned 500+ calories... but because of my view. I looked at my university and it looked so small compared to the majestic mountains that lay behind it. It was all so beautiful. If you're ever stressed out, and you happen to be in Lynchburg, VA-- go to the monogram to get things in perspective.

One of the girls in my prayer group posted this as her status the other day, "You can tell the size of your God by looking at your worry list. The longer your list, the smaller your God." Yeah, I'm super excited about Guatemala... but I'm a human... let alone a girl.. of course there are some things that are worrying me about this trip. I'm nervous.. but I think it's good to be nervous sometimes.. get's ya out of your comfort zone that's for sure...

I don't want to ever stuff God in a box because of my worries and fears ( not just this trip, but life in general)... I and my worries are small when compared to God.. why not just give them to Him from the get-go. That is faith.. daily saying you can't do it, but God can.

For some reason, this song just popped up in my head-- it's a song I learnd when I was but a wee-little girl... maybe the fact that my roommate woke me up to a kiddie Bible song the other day, triggered my memory to recall this one:

"My God is so big, so strong and so powerful there's nothing my God cannot do.
The mountains are His, the valleys are His, the stars are His handiwork, too.
My God is so big, so strong and so powerufl there's nothing my God cannot do."

Asking for perservance and focus to finish my schoolwork.
Begging for God to continue to teach me how to be more like Jesus.
Longing to be a godly, young woman walking by faith... not by sight.

The semester if wrappin up! Project due tomorrow, 1 exam Monday, 1 exam Tuesday, and 2 Wednesday.....then Saturday. back to Liberty to meet my team, drive to DC... and then off to Guatemala...I still can't believe it....

So yesterday in one my classes I felt like a complete idiot. We were watching this video on American education....I saw how much we have digressed... just to say the least. It was embarassing. Some of the math problems 4th grade students had to do in their head, I don't even know if I could have done on paper....it was that bad. It was also interesting to see how much of the Bible they know, becasue then it could and was taught in school. It was taught as though it were the most important book... which it is.

I just felt dumb again. I was reading in John 17. In my Bible it is entitled the "High Priestly Prayer." Jesus is talking about how much He wants us to be one with the Father. To know God, like He does. He wants us to be full of joy. Jesus wants what is best for us...
Then I was thinking back to chapter 11... this is where Jesus raised Lazarus. He made a dead man alive again... after the high priests heard about this they decided Jesus must be put to death (vs. 53).
It reminds me of how, even though we are dead in our sin, Jesus makes us alive. through his death, burial, and most importantly ressurection....

The reason I feel dumb...it's the end of the semester but almost the beginning of another journey. so many thoughts are running through my head.... but really there should just be one... I'm tired, but I don't need rest I need Jesus. I'm scared, but I don't need assurance from people who have been on this trip before, I need Jesus. I'm caught worrying about future plans.... but I need to worry about Jesus. I sometimes find my self wanting things that I know aren't right at this time in my life.... but I should want more of Jesus. He want me to know Him more...He wanted it so bad that He died so that I may life.... now I want to make sure that I live for Him. I need Him... and I want to bring praise to His name.

Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.

Take my hear, it is Thine own; it shall be They royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store

Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.

I've been at home all weekend.. it's been nice.... I'm sure my mom doesn't like it when she asks me questions about Guatemala that I don't know... which seems to be most of them... ooops.. Hopefully she isn't too stressed out and I can somehow answer all these detailed questions.

It's weird being surrounded by old people-- and when I say old people I'm just referring to the fact that at Liberty I am with 18-23 year olds.. So even if your 25, its like being around older people.

My lunch today was so amazingly good.. nothing new.. just old stuff that I hadn't had in a long time. Vegetables-- the southern way.... soft, mushy, and gushy.. yummmmmm.

So apparently theres like 13 days left before I go to Guatemala.. John Brown, time flies.

I've begun poppin my pills so I don't get malaria or typhoid.. something like that. It was suggested that I eat Activia or yogurt to regulate myself? Ate some of that today..

Someone asked me today why I wanted to Guatemala....there's so much I could have told that person... but I knew that wouldn't really understand and I didn't feel like they were looking for that real answer.. but maybe I should have.. I dont know... but here's why I am going.
Let me just be selfish for a minute:

I want to see places. There's more to this universe than North Carolina and Viriginia. Other countries exist besides America. I love where I live, but I wanna see other places as well. I am proud to be an American, and I feel blessed to have been born here-- I really do-- but I want to see outside too.

I believe in missions. Missions doesn't just happen overseas. It happens where every God's people go. It happens at our schools, work places, and in our community--but it also reaches to the nations. I think its cool that I am going to see a completely different type of missons this summer. I am going into a brand new culture, and brand new language--just trying to show Jesus to some of these people. I already know there will be Christians in Guatemala that will show me Jesus in a way I have never seen. People that literally have nothing, but claim to have everything in Christ. I'm not going to Guatemala to show people how they should live, but who they should live for. I already know I'm going to be learning a thing or two. from these people... or three.. okay-- at least ten or more. Bottom line...God is already working in Guatemala.. and I'm going to witness it.

Language... I don't know when or why or how.... but for some odd reason I like Spanish? Maybe it has something to do with going to Las Palmas so often when they first opened. Maybe I liked the teachers who taught Spanish in my school alot? I don't really know...I just love the language and the culture fascinates me. I am excited to take it all in --though I'm sure it is going to be overwhelming at times..perhaps more than the Southern culture.

But really... not to sound cliche... the doors to this trip, I believe, have been opened. Not just opened-- but propped open, a mat place in front of the door, lights bordering the frame.
You see, when I first looked at Liberty (when I say first looked, I mean when I actually considered it and didn't instantly refure it like I did for a while along with my fellow high school classmates) I noticed that the school took a 2-month trip to Guatemala. I was interested in Spanish, as I still am, and I just thought the trip was really cool. I wanted to go after that point.. not my first summer in college but maybe the second of third...

Semesters went by...Last year I thought I would try a smaller trip before just throwing myself out there in the third world for 2 months. Mexico sounded like a good alternative, but swine flu did not allow this trip to happen. So last summer, I was missiontrip-less.

I was planning on trying to go this summer to Mexico... Then life happened...it happened rather quickly? For some reason, I discovered that with the way classes were offered, I would not be able to graduate on time...YIKKESS indeed. The situation became rather sticky... The biggest frustration was that the classes giving me the problem was Spanish!

I think I thought of every way possible to graduate on time.. switching my beloved Spanish concentration to history (barf), summer school, taking classes while student teaching (not possible)... everything... all these details gave me a headache.... then I remembered... Guatemala. I immediately went and talked to the professor heading the trip-- to see if this woudl work.

I don't want you to think that the sole reason I am going on this trip is so that I can graduate on time-- I believe that is how I got on this trip-- but now why..
the why is actually rather simple now that I think about it.

I'm just a 21 year old tryin to follow God... wherever and whatever that might be..

This time, I think I'm being led into this door that says Guatemala, with a rug in front of it that says Bienvendios!, palm tree lights hanging around it, and inside I hear Spanish music.....
Vamanos