<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:54:09.785-06:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m Here...'/><title type='text'>only hope...</title><subtitle type='html'>ONLY HOPE…

These are small snipits of Hope's life in Monterrey, Mexico with Back2Back Ministries... school, casa hogars, amigos, El Rio, mountain trips, Tacos Fede, ministry... daily life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7573465569510504233</id><published>2012-01-30T16:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:14:17.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ely- Salvation in the Tanning Salon :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu3vUeTWNWY/TycGM6FGF8I/AAAAAAAABuU/q22PgjDdcRM/s1600/300466_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu3vUeTWNWY/TycGM6FGF8I/AAAAAAAABuU/q22PgjDdcRM/s400/300466_.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ely, my friend :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is Ely (pronounced Ellie). One could say that our lives randomly intersected, but I've known Jesus long enough to believe that there are no such things as&amp;nbsp;coincidence. He had planned for us to meet long before I even had a clue. I hope this story shows you that God wants to use you wherever you go, according to His plan, not yours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I met Ely&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;one month before my wedding. I know it was&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;one month before my wedding because that is when I had decided I would start tanning for the "Big Day." Ely works at the tanning salon. I remember walking in and seeing this pretty redheaded girl but was nervous about my first time in the tanning beds so didn't give her much thought. Honestly I felt super self-conscious&amp;nbsp;about tanning for my wedding. "What a frivolous thing to do", I had told myself one hundred times. "I'm a missionary, what will people back home think?" I admit that I am one of those who teases others about "fake baking" and here I was about to &amp;nbsp;bake myself! However, I knew I didn't want to look like a ghost with my white skin in my white wedding dress on that "Big Day" and I surely didn't want to terribly stick out in the photos with my new Mexican family. So, there I was shamefully signing my name to a month of sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous I just talk, doesn't matter the language. So I started talking to Ely as I signed my name and pulled out my lotion. I told her that I was marrying a Mexican man in one month and wanted to be tan for the wedding, even though it seemed&amp;nbsp;frivolous. I told her we had dated for two years. I told her all about his proposal and all about the wedding plans... I only stopped talking when I noticed that Ely was crying. She brushed away tears as she told me that her and her boyfriend of three years had just broken up. ( Yeah, just call me Cruella Devil!) Well, that definitely shut me up! I told her I was so sorry, grabbed my lotion and headed for the back room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this first questionable meeting I saw Ely about 3 times a week as I stopped by to tan. Each time we talked more and more. I learned about her life, her parents, her ex... and in return shared with her my pre-wedding stress and joys. There were some days that we talked longer than I was actually in the tanning bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Three days before the wedding (as I was on the way to the airport to pick up my parents) I stopped by the shop for one last tan. I noticed that Ely seemed really sad. I asked her what was wrong and in a fountain of tears she told me that she had hit the lowest spot in her life. She missed her ex like mad but was terribly hurt by him, she spent all her days sitting in the tanning booth which gave her lots of time to dwell on the negative things in her life. She felt hopelessly trapped. In this moment I sensed that nudging peace of the Holy Spirit to share. I had to tell her the Good News! So I did. I began by saying that God had a huge plan and purpose for her life, that it was not His will for her to live sad and defeated. I told her that our help comes from the Lord our God the Maker of heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ely looked at me with tears in her eyes and said that when she had first met me (Cruella Devil day) she was taken by how much joy I had (had to be God!). She said I&amp;nbsp;intrigued&amp;nbsp;her and she knew that she wanted to be my friend. I told her that it really couldn't have been me mustering up the joy she saw that day (honestly, I was a wedding stress ball!). No, it was Christ dwelling in me that made me joyful. So there that day I shared with Ely the truth of the Gospel and the joy that Christ wanted to give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was over two weeks before I saw Ely again. I had gotten married, gone on a honeymoon, moved into a new apartment, etc. Feeling urged by the Holy Spirit I stopped by the tanning salon one afternoon to say hi and to catch up.... It turned out to be that day that Ely prayed to receive Christ as her Lord and Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then Ely and I have been meeting once a week at a local coffee shop to study God's Word together. She is so hungry to know more of the Lord. She came to the second week of&amp;nbsp;discipleship&amp;nbsp;with 20 chapters of Matthew marked up with pencil. Wanting to know that pharisees were and what the parable of the sower and the seed meant, and tons of other questions. I love it! Her heart is genuinely seeking the truth and devouring what it&amp;nbsp;receives. Ely has also refreshed me with the joy of new salvation! She has helped me to see the scriptures as she does... with brand new eyes. I love to hear each week how God has showed up and surprised her, either through her morning devotional that turned out to be perfect for that day, or through strangers as church giving her a word that was right on. God is so taking care of Ely and rapidly teaching her. It is a delight to see her grow! Praise Jesus for salvation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jesus who decided to use me when I least expected it and was by no means looking for it. Honestly, I thought my ministry was just to be to orphans and the poor and my&amp;nbsp;frivolous&amp;nbsp;tanning was just a guilty pleasure. At no time did I expected that He would have me ministering to the young girl in the tanning booth and sharing with her the joys of salvation. Praise Jesus that His plan is higher than ours and that He uses us wherever we go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7573465569510504233?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7573465569510504233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7573465569510504233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7573465569510504233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7573465569510504233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2012/01/ely-salvation-in-tanning-salon.html' title='Ely- Salvation in the Tanning Salon :)'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu3vUeTWNWY/TycGM6FGF8I/AAAAAAAABuU/q22PgjDdcRM/s72-c/300466_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4570162781983602711</id><published>2012-01-30T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:51:34.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagros Graduates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wC723_bnriE/Tyb8g9CBH4I/AAAAAAAABt8/UzZo39eW_lU/s1600/IMG_2025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wC723_bnriE/Tyb8g9CBH4I/AAAAAAAABt8/UzZo39eW_lU/s400/IMG_2025.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros receiving her diploma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you remember Milagros? I've written about her a few times on this blog. &amp;nbsp;Milagros is an amazing young woman. I met her several years ago in the&amp;nbsp;impoverished&amp;nbsp;community of Rio1 where I serve. Milagros was born poor and born deaf but also born a fighter. I have never seen anyone more&amp;nbsp;determined&amp;nbsp;in my life! Through the generous donation of a supporter, B2B has been paying for Milagros to go to&amp;nbsp;cosmetology&amp;nbsp;school. I'm so excited to announce that Milagros has graduated from her 2 year program!!! Milagros is the first person in her family (and most likely in her community) to graduate from anything higher than middle school. We at B2B are so proud of our girl! She graduated with awesome grades and tons more self esteem than when she started. Praise Jesus who never gives up on us, shows us His favor, and completes the good work He started! Here are some pictures from Milagros' graduation ceremony.&amp;nbsp;(Check out earlier posts to read more about Milagros' amazing story.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nd3JiA0phLA/Tyb8eRF-_xI/AAAAAAAABt0/UzEf_CbzRKQ/s1600/IMG_2005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nd3JiA0phLA/Tyb8eRF-_xI/AAAAAAAABt0/UzEf_CbzRKQ/s400/IMG_2005.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros (top left in black) showing off her model at graduation. Milagros' final exam included doing the hair, nails, and makeup on her model. Milagros stands by one of her teachers and the announcer who is explaining the work Milagros has done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OUdBFu1rTgE/Tyb8jpCw6bI/AAAAAAAABuE/VuH_F5VLoCQ/s1600/IMG_2029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OUdBFu1rTgE/Tyb8jpCw6bI/AAAAAAAABuE/VuH_F5VLoCQ/s400/IMG_2029.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros and her weepy-eyed mom, Tere, after the graduation. Tere cried through the whole thing, so proud of her daughter who has overcome so many obstacles to be there that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q08OAY0DCok/Tyb8mTofvSI/AAAAAAAABuM/CusDVJuBcCQ/s1600/IMG_2049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q08OAY0DCok/Tyb8mTofvSI/AAAAAAAABuM/CusDVJuBcCQ/s400/IMG_2049.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros' graduating class and teachers. (Milagros is the second from the left)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Please continue to lift Milagros up in prayer as she now needs to find a cosmetology job! Pray that God would prepare the right place for her to work and continue to give Milagros the strength to pursue it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4570162781983602711?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4570162781983602711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4570162781983602711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4570162781983602711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4570162781983602711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2012/01/milagros-graduates.html' title='Milagros Graduates'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wC723_bnriE/Tyb8g9CBH4I/AAAAAAAABt8/UzZo39eW_lU/s72-c/IMG_2025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-453650386539095358</id><published>2012-01-28T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:25:25.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Comfortable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FM9hbmuGqOc/TyRkBIllvAI/AAAAAAAABtc/-xg9GfCZGRs/s1600/pure+comfort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FM9hbmuGqOc/TyRkBIllvAI/AAAAAAAABtc/-xg9GfCZGRs/s320/pure+comfort.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bed covers entitled "Pure Comfort"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I am way too comfortable, and that is the truth. The theme of "my comfort" has been resounding in my heart for the past several weeks. I know the Lord is getting at something in me with all of this as it just won't go away. Time after time I am hit with examples of living, breathing people who have chosen Christ's love over their own comfort... and are satisfied. To earthly eyes, denying your own comfort in order to love someone else doesn't equal satisfaction. In fact it equals a pretty&amp;nbsp;miserable&amp;nbsp;situation for you. However to heavenly eyes, denying your own comfort in order to love someone else leads to the most satisfying, joyful life you can live. Note that I did not say the &lt;i&gt;easiest&lt;/i&gt; life you can live. Not easy, but satisfying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Kisses from Katie&lt;/i&gt;. The biography of a 19 year old American teenager who, compelled by the Spirit, left the comforts of the States to move to Uganda by herself and love people. She is now 21, and the adoptive mother to 14 abandoned Ugandan girls. She is also the director of Amazima Ministries (&lt;a href="http://www.amazima.org/"&gt;http://www.amazima.org/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;which feeds and sends to school nearly 1600 Ugandan children who would otherwise spend their days scavenging for food. Her story has sunk into some deep place of my heart and challenged me that the comforts I crave in my life are "mud pies" compared to to the satisfaction that comes from really dying and serving with Christ's love. I am way to comfortable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_IwuObMwFo/TyRkycnf2dI/AAAAAAAABtk/6-EGuqppGcc/s1600/Katie+Davis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_IwuObMwFo/TyRkycnf2dI/AAAAAAAABtk/6-EGuqppGcc/s1600/Katie+Davis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie Davis and one of her Ugandan girls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the week I picked up&lt;i&gt; Kisses from Katie&lt;/i&gt;, a good friend came down on a team to minister for a week with us here in Monterrey. I was talking to him over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the cement church at Caderayta one afternoon. I had heard through the grapevine that he and his wife were in the process of adopting a little boy. I began to ask about the adoption and through the conversation again was confronted with an example of denying comforts in order to love as Christ loves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has laid on Chris and Julie's hearts to adopt, but not just any child. They have a&amp;nbsp;fervent&amp;nbsp;passion to adopt a little boy named Ryan who has severe special needs. As Chris started explaining Ryan's needs, I was overwhelmed with the thought of how much work, sacrifice, and love it will take to include him into&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;family. This boy's needs are so severe that it is likely that he will never even be able to say "thank you" to Chris and Julie. I asked Chris how he felt about all this. His only words were, "We can't wait to bring him home!" ... I started tearing up right there in the middle of the&amp;nbsp;hustle&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;bustle&amp;nbsp;of the Caderayta church. I wasn't&amp;nbsp;wispy-eyed because of Ryan's story, I was affected by the extreme amounts of Christ's love I saw flowing through my friend for a boy he hadn't even met yet. This was Christ. This was true sacrifice. This was pure joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am way too comfortable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDOQErDEMQ/TyRlyAME0-I/AAAAAAAABts/NztyyfK-Pds/s1600/Ryan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZDOQErDEMQ/TyRlyAME0-I/AAAAAAAABts/NztyyfK-Pds/s320/Ryan.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris and Julie's Ryan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;(For more about Chris and Julie's adoption look here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://goingafterone.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://goingafterone.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie, Chris, and Julie didn't choose the easy way or the comfortable way. They chose Jesus' way and are filled with joy and satisfaction.There is no better place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comfort is our biggest enemy. It can kill the soul, yet I find myself&amp;nbsp;desiring&amp;nbsp;more if it. I look for all sorts of ways to make myself comfortable and to keep that comfort.&amp;nbsp;Jesus hasn't called us to a comfortable lifestyle. His life was nowhere near comfortable! True satisfaction in Jesus can't be found in our comfort, I'm convinced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am much more terrified of living a comfortable life in a self-serving society and failing to follow Jesus than I am of any illness or tragedy... Jesus called His followers to be a lot of things, but I have yet to find where He warns us to be safe. We are not called to be safe, we are simply promised that when we are in danger, God is right there with us. And there is no better place to be than in His hands." (&lt;i&gt;Kisses from Katie, pg. xix- xx&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is so true, Lord! There is no better place than to be in Your Hands! I want to be there, even if that means a loss of comfort. Help me to knowingly forgo comfort today, in order to love purely and totally as you love. Take away every point of selfishness and make me like you. I feel challenged with the burning desire to leave everything and follow You. I want to want to forsake it all. We are committed to you Lord Jesus, and not to our own comfort. Keep us from getting too comfortable. Amen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-453650386539095358?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/453650386539095358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=453650386539095358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/453650386539095358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/453650386539095358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-comfortable.html' title='Too Comfortable...'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FM9hbmuGqOc/TyRkBIllvAI/AAAAAAAABtc/-xg9GfCZGRs/s72-c/pure+comfort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8432233219901469348</id><published>2012-01-10T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:19:51.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio Wedding Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We were so blessed to have so many friends and family come out for our wedding reception in Ohio! Here are a few shots from the night as we celebrated marriage and the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0R8VJoKk4o/TwyrtDhD63I/AAAAAAAABrw/vhdfjcek41A/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+10+30+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0R8VJoKk4o/TwyrtDhD63I/AAAAAAAABrw/vhdfjcek41A/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+10+30+AM.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The center pieces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzxuTeQM0sM/TwysymMm-PI/AAAAAAAABr4/Mh-rouMke1A/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+12+17+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzxuTeQM0sM/TwysymMm-PI/AAAAAAAABr4/Mh-rouMke1A/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+12+17+AM.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Deb and I :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VQlBCjgGJ4/TwyuRVLbqTI/AAAAAAAABsA/Lyhi0CJxleE/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+17+03+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VQlBCjgGJ4/TwyuRVLbqTI/AAAAAAAABsA/Lyhi0CJxleE/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+17+03+AM.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wedding cake made by Deb Anderson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPRAniaR02g/TwyvtSF2JlI/AAAAAAAABsI/lMmtfRPVmv0/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+19+02+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPRAniaR02g/TwyvtSF2JlI/AAAAAAAABsI/lMmtfRPVmv0/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+19+02+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many family and friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-162JjRAkxhY/TwyxmMHXxcI/AAAAAAAABsQ/aSUQJ5puzrY/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+20+56+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-162JjRAkxhY/TwyxmMHXxcI/AAAAAAAABsQ/aSUQJ5puzrY/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+20+56+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Kalous Family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBYt-eQYCj8/Twyyz5NQ7qI/AAAAAAAABsY/gKtAiAQZ374/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+21+19+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBYt-eQYCj8/Twyyz5NQ7qI/AAAAAAAABsY/gKtAiAQZ374/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+21+19+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The newly married Lambs :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIbV-D6xmHo/Twy0mATgZsI/AAAAAAAABsg/DKZN2j2ycok/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+21+34+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIbV-D6xmHo/Twy0mATgZsI/AAAAAAAABsg/DKZN2j2ycok/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+21+34+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good friends Heidi and Tyler&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bm8O11BSpM/Twy1-XMSiYI/AAAAAAAABso/iMheQ6Cv9rs/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+22+14+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bm8O11BSpM/Twy1-XMSiYI/AAAAAAAABso/iMheQ6Cv9rs/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+22+14+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Laura and Uncle Frank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGICCtTcME8/Twy3shNkBQI/AAAAAAAABsw/XI1c-uKPZvo/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+26+37+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGICCtTcME8/Twy3shNkBQI/AAAAAAAABsw/XI1c-uKPZvo/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+26+37+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hitchcocks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBajBi7Yzhk/Twy43m6KF1I/AAAAAAAABs4/73Ssuhj7Po0/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+33+38+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBajBi7Yzhk/Twy43m6KF1I/AAAAAAAABs4/73Ssuhj7Po0/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+33+38+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maynard Family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTnK0rtokes/Twy6gJ8daKI/AAAAAAAABtA/krtVFgZAJ-s/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+44+19+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTnK0rtokes/Twy6gJ8daKI/AAAAAAAABtA/krtVFgZAJ-s/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+44+19+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone watching a slideshow from the wedding getting ready for dancing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sRxRn9xVvg/Twy8CUruEMI/AAAAAAAABtI/RfFr_bkGBOE/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+9+11+52+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sRxRn9xVvg/Twy8CUruEMI/AAAAAAAABtI/RfFr_bkGBOE/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+9+11+52+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque giving me a bit of wedding cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJdbDTCJNJM/Twy9g3NssHI/AAAAAAAABtQ/nZQfq9ZTFOE/s1600/Photo+Dec+31%252C+9+13+33+AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJdbDTCJNJM/Twy9g3NssHI/AAAAAAAABtQ/nZQfq9ZTFOE/s400/Photo+Dec+31%252C+9+13+33+AM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister, Lydia, presenting a "Quilt poem" to us :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8432233219901469348?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8432233219901469348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8432233219901469348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8432233219901469348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8432233219901469348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2012/01/ohio-wedding-reception.html' title='Ohio Wedding Reception'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0R8VJoKk4o/TwyrtDhD63I/AAAAAAAABrw/vhdfjcek41A/s72-c/Photo+Dec+31%252C+8+10+30+AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8605532056918713294</id><published>2011-12-13T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:29:52.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginnings of a Literacy Program...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;About 2 months ago I was hanging out with a few girls in the Rio and we got to talking about reading. Somewhere in our conversation I asked them if they ever get read to at home. They both said no. &amp;nbsp;I knew both the girls had several books in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;home,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I had brought them out in a donation. I asked the girls where they books were and they said "on the shelf." I praised them for this,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;taking care of items in the Rio is not always a priority. We had a conversation when I first brought the books out about where to keep them and how to care for them. So I was pleased to see that&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;had done this. However, when I asked how many books the girls had read that week the answer was, zero. When I asked why, they reported that they weren't allowed to take them down from the shelf&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;grandmother knew I was going to come by and she didn't want to take a chance that the books would be ruined before my next visit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I sighed internally as I realized that this family didn't understand the reason for the books. I remembered the library programs that I participated in as a child growing up in Oxford, OH. Almost every summer we would set reading goals and earn prizes for the books that we read... I wondered if Sara nd Monse needed a little&amp;nbsp;motivation&amp;nbsp;like I did when I was little. I asked for a scrap of paper and scrawled out a one week reading chart for the girls. "Try to see if you can read one book a day or if your grandmother can read one book a day to you for the next week," I said. For added motivation I let the girls borrow some of the children's books I had with me in my car. "Next week when I come, show me what you have read and you can borrow some more books." I then talked to their grandmother to make sure she understood that the books were for the girls to read,&amp;nbsp;regardless&amp;nbsp;of whether or not they got messed up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next week I drove up to Sara and Monse's house and was greeted by the girls proudly standing outside holding up&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;reading charts. "We did it every day!" They shouted. Each girl got to pick a lollypop as a prize then we sat down to talk about the experience and to read a book out loud&amp;nbsp;together. It was wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The next week even more kids showed up and the same thing&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;the week after. I now have about 6 consistent students every week! I set up a very basic library system, where the kids can check out and return books. The best part is that the kids are reading or being read to and that there are books entering&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;homes. I've even noticed some of the teenage boys standing at a distance where they can hear the story I'm reading to the children yet still look cool! They were only given away when they too started laughing at the funny parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have several Christian books and some children's Bibles that I let the kids borrow. Sara told me one day that her grandmother loves the Children's Bible best of all.She reads it everyday to her granddaughters. Yajiara borrowed a Max Lucado book one week that illustrated the story of our Heavenly Father's love for us. She said that her mom started reading it and loved the story. Her mother read it over and over several times that week :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm excited to see where this literacy program goes!Two months later and the kids are still excited about reading.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can already see that he kids are enjoying reading and that their parents are being influenced too. Compared to when we first started, the children are now very engaged in the stories I read aloud. They are making&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own predictions and making connections to the text... two very important skills for readers to know. I also love to see them being responsible for the books they check out. We have only misplaced a few! They have read most of the books in my collection and I am in need of more!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please keep us in your prayers! Pray for the kids enthusiasm to continue. Pray for the ones who struggle with reading to continue learning, pray for parents to continue to be on my team with this, pray for more children's books in Spanish, pray for me to have wisdom to know how to teach and encourage these kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0biFxCPolU/TuPt32OwLjI/AAAAAAAABrk/denL5YexOqg/s1600/IMG_3383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0biFxCPolU/TuPt32OwLjI/AAAAAAAABrk/denL5YexOqg/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Literacy Program students with&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQeaOCfSC0Y/TuPn-bk7D0I/AAAAAAAABq0/VY0wuD7u0Dw/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQeaOCfSC0Y/TuPn-bk7D0I/AAAAAAAABq0/VY0wuD7u0Dw/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My students selecting the books they want to borrow for the week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TbYZ0KBUW8E/TuPo7s0b5KI/AAAAAAAABq8/50guI2HmEZg/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TbYZ0KBUW8E/TuPo7s0b5KI/AAAAAAAABq8/50guI2HmEZg/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse, Sara, and Alondra reading together&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVqAMwPxofs/TuPpz1QfOPI/AAAAAAAABrE/rhxV3usZAZ4/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVqAMwPxofs/TuPpz1QfOPI/AAAAAAAABrE/rhxV3usZAZ4/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yajaira reading to Daniel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTdY_NWXtSY/TuPqiseu2II/AAAAAAAABrM/JstbArEshXI/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTdY_NWXtSY/TuPqiseu2II/AAAAAAAABrM/JstbArEshXI/s400/IMG_1286.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara with her book&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOg3OsJpD50/TuPrWsn8YrI/AAAAAAAABrU/Kag4eIBnIIc/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOg3OsJpD50/TuPrWsn8YrI/AAAAAAAABrU/Kag4eIBnIIc/s400/IMG_1287.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alondra decorating her&amp;nbsp;reading&amp;nbsp;chart for the week&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPrLXUv3GcE/TuPsQn7GDcI/AAAAAAAABrc/T3Y1qOCx18U/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gPrLXUv3GcE/TuPsQn7GDcI/AAAAAAAABrc/T3Y1qOCx18U/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My students having some silent reading time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1348866575"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1348866576"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8605532056918713294?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8605532056918713294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8605532056918713294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8605532056918713294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8605532056918713294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/12/beginnings-of-literacy-program.html' title='The Beginnings of a Literacy Program...'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0biFxCPolU/TuPt32OwLjI/AAAAAAAABrk/denL5YexOqg/s72-c/IMG_3383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-5545913328542273634</id><published>2011-12-13T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:06:24.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El Nido de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Many people have been asking about our apartment. Here are some pictures of the before and after remodeling process. It started out as one bedroom and bathroom but, with the help of many fellow B2B staff members, family, and friends it has turned into our apartment! We love living here and are very thankful for all those who put in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;time and effort to help us make this home :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6jHR4jhKYI/TuPZj1avwUI/AAAAAAAABo8/oCF6Q3KTkww/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6jHR4jhKYI/TuPZj1avwUI/AAAAAAAABo8/oCF6Q3KTkww/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bedroom before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lU5owHKny3M/TuPZrhCx9UI/AAAAAAAABpE/A94nldE4O_8/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lU5owHKny3M/TuPZrhCx9UI/AAAAAAAABpE/A94nldE4O_8/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyPAzgJ5CKo/TuPZy2mxaCI/AAAAAAAABpM/M7FYJfBZ15w/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyPAzgJ5CKo/TuPZy2mxaCI/AAAAAAAABpM/M7FYJfBZ15w/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living Room/Dining Room before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3pPHRgmlpo/TuPZ8Aw0MHI/AAAAAAAABpU/AjrSC4bFvsc/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3pPHRgmlpo/TuPZ8Aw0MHI/AAAAAAAABpU/AjrSC4bFvsc/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bedroom before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q6CV42Kx3Y/TuPaO4w-i4I/AAAAAAAABpk/2uUFRmfKMq4/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q6CV42Kx3Y/TuPaO4w-i4I/AAAAAAAABpk/2uUFRmfKMq4/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living room before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwcwGLpVutE/TuPaYIGAAlI/AAAAAAAABps/EHRr3vlRksU/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwcwGLpVutE/TuPaYIGAAlI/AAAAAAAABps/EHRr3vlRksU/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Construction to&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;the bedroom from the living room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bjz0-BqmB0/TuPbQafUJtI/AAAAAAAABp0/T0khrnuWkx0/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bjz0-BqmB0/TuPbQafUJtI/AAAAAAAABp0/T0khrnuWkx0/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bedroom after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xZxiRNiM-8/TuPcBPwCtZI/AAAAAAAABp8/58ws1C-RXWg/s1600/IMG_1835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xZxiRNiM-8/TuPcBPwCtZI/AAAAAAAABp8/58ws1C-RXWg/s400/IMG_1835.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bedroom after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIEmsytTH34/TuPcuj-d0ZI/AAAAAAAABqE/qHwPIrA-G70/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIEmsytTH34/TuPcuj-d0ZI/AAAAAAAABqE/qHwPIrA-G70/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living room/ Dining Room after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKk7ZUoPO5w/TuPdahOtQdI/AAAAAAAABqM/fqM_lR0Fgak/s1600/IMG_1837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKk7ZUoPO5w/TuPdahOtQdI/AAAAAAAABqM/fqM_lR0Fgak/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living room / Dining room after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWXK2wg1SrQ/TuPeLFb4GNI/AAAAAAAABqU/whMnbatw8pQ/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWXK2wg1SrQ/TuPeLFb4GNI/AAAAAAAABqU/whMnbatw8pQ/s400/IMG_1838.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closet after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UauRduxv04A/TuPey443RPI/AAAAAAAABqc/ItULg_dz2Ko/s1600/IMG_1839.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UauRduxv04A/TuPey443RPI/AAAAAAAABqc/ItULg_dz2Ko/s400/IMG_1839.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8u3o65YEJQM/TuPfql0EwdI/AAAAAAAABqk/O7pwpk-R_FM/s1600/IMG_1840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8u3o65YEJQM/TuPfql0EwdI/AAAAAAAABqk/O7pwpk-R_FM/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen after&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5545913328542273634?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5545913328542273634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5545913328542273634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5545913328542273634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5545913328542273634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-nido-de-amor.html' title='El Nido de Amor'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6jHR4jhKYI/TuPZj1avwUI/AAAAAAAABo8/oCF6Q3KTkww/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-5232115314033313496</id><published>2011-11-23T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:50:32.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding of Hope and Cheque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's official. We're married! Cheque and I tied the knot on October 30th, 2011 at 4:00pm in Monterrey, Mexico! Yay! It was an amazing day that I so wish all of you could have been at! &amp;nbsp;God blessed Cheque and I with every detail of the day. The weather was beautiful and sunny, the flowers fragrant, the guests excited, the food so delicious, the dancing so much fun, but most importantly we sensed God's smile over us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My family came in from Ohio and many of Cheque's relatives came from Mexico City. It wasn't just a fun day it was a fun week with people arriving several days before! There was tons of fellowship between the families and so much help as we set up and prepared for the Big Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the wedding. I hope you like them! We are still waiting on the professional pictures, and will put some up when we get them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Many thanks to EVERYONE who helped with this day! Thanks for your love, encouragement, support, and friendship! We couldn't have done it without you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsEOHlS4JOw/Ts1pDOXBnjI/AAAAAAAABoM/6MlCmkfID8Q/s1600/383241_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsEOHlS4JOw/Ts1pDOXBnjI/AAAAAAAABoM/6MlCmkfID8Q/s400/383241_10.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flower bouquet and the wedding program&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLN_CmZGi48/Ts1ngnqf7fI/AAAAAAAABnc/r4KZZ8-7lRg/s1600/381062_101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLN_CmZGi48/Ts1ngnqf7fI/AAAAAAAABnc/r4KZZ8-7lRg/s400/381062_101.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting all the buttons done up the back of my dress by my sisters and bridesmaids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4poPvU60_g/Ts1nijjV_qI/AAAAAAAABnk/ASZ7qiUl_0w/s1600/381311_101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4poPvU60_g/Ts1nijjV_qI/AAAAAAAABnk/ASZ7qiUl_0w/s400/381311_101.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and I right before the wedding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y83tkadiWo/Ts1nlBDakWI/AAAAAAAABns/hM5lakApSnk/s1600/389491_10150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y83tkadiWo/Ts1nlBDakWI/AAAAAAAABns/hM5lakApSnk/s400/389491_10150.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking down the isle with dad (Cheque's parents are on the left)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsQFzTAcBM/Ts1nebJNf7I/AAAAAAAABnU/5aQ1QpmZCv4/s1600/380872_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVsQFzTAcBM/Ts1nebJNf7I/AAAAAAAABnU/5aQ1QpmZCv4/s400/380872_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wedding ceremony took place at the Antigua Hacienda de Santiago about 20 min from the B2B property. It had an amazingly beautiful view of the mountains and the lake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4XcUGAPFtY/Ts1nbzbhlwI/AAAAAAAABnM/PJCaxJen5vE/s1600/377582_101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4XcUGAPFtY/Ts1nbzbhlwI/AAAAAAAABnM/PJCaxJen5vE/s400/377582_101.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and I with the lasso. This is a Mexican wedding tradition. The lasso is draped around the bride and groom during the ceremony to symbolize unity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvpS-M51CyE/Ts1nZZwWkrI/AAAAAAAABnE/nIHf5A8ZzUc/s1600/321109_1010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvpS-M51CyE/Ts1nZZwWkrI/AAAAAAAABnE/nIHf5A8ZzUc/s400/321109_1010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Kiss! One of my favorite pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YksYwGX4Uhs/Ts1nR8As43I/AAAAAAAABms/fDMSbGF5K_U/s1600/308886_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YksYwGX4Uhs/Ts1nR8As43I/AAAAAAAABms/fDMSbGF5K_U/s400/308886_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are pretty excited about being married... as you can see :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofuCmmRU52U/Ts1nmZDEN6I/AAAAAAAABn0/zfD9mPylh-A/s1600/391528_101002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofuCmmRU52U/Ts1nmZDEN6I/AAAAAAAABn0/zfD9mPylh-A/s400/391528_101002.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my silly man!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqSfWD-ve68/Ts1nPCjGM_I/AAAAAAAABmk/MTH2sPtjdeQ/s1600/303864_1010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqSfWD-ve68/Ts1nPCjGM_I/AAAAAAAABmk/MTH2sPtjdeQ/s400/303864_1010.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad3VklNZcTg/Ts1nVqEFYiI/AAAAAAAABm0/jHNi7ABBYW8/s1600/311699_101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad3VklNZcTg/Ts1nVqEFYiI/AAAAAAAABm0/jHNi7ABBYW8/s400/311699_101.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my bridesmaids (my 2 sisters and Cheque's 2 sisters)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mL-ZWMfIhwE/Ts1nN53xDTI/AAAAAAAABmc/I4K4N3s6yKo/s1600/301334_1015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mL-ZWMfIhwE/Ts1nN53xDTI/AAAAAAAABmc/I4K4N3s6yKo/s400/301334_1015.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting the brownie cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLszBW47A5I/Ts1nXGSJ3aI/AAAAAAAABm8/FRTwbhy_nlI/s1600/315694_1015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLszBW47A5I/Ts1nXGSJ3aI/AAAAAAAABm8/FRTwbhy_nlI/s400/315694_1015.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque giving me the first bite... and enjoying it :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDxSGRpCHTE/Ts1noNhuEaI/AAAAAAAABn8/5W5GwVvXr2o/s1600/392288_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDxSGRpCHTE/Ts1noNhuEaI/AAAAAAAABn8/5W5GwVvXr2o/s640/392288_1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The happy bride and groom :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6EWrtOPjsE/Ts1yYdW38SI/AAAAAAAABos/dVJXVxvZ5P8/s1600/380083_101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--6EWrtOPjsE/Ts1yYdW38SI/AAAAAAAABos/dVJXVxvZ5P8/s400/380083_101.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5232115314033313496?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5232115314033313496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5232115314033313496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5232115314033313496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5232115314033313496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-of-hope-and-cheque.html' title='The Wedding of Hope and Cheque'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsEOHlS4JOw/Ts1pDOXBnjI/AAAAAAAABoM/6MlCmkfID8Q/s72-c/383241_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3354060838638699623</id><published>2011-09-17T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:55:00.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette Class for Jovenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before the crazy summer season started some fellow staff members, David and Stacy Whited hosted an etiquette class for some of the teens in the Hope Program. &amp;nbsp;The class consisted of various sessions where the kids learned about table manners and courtesies that should be shown when out to a nice dinner whether it be a wedding, work event, or a date.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the students in the class had spent the majority of their lives in a childrens’ home before coming into the Back2Back Hope Program, not having many good examples nor chances to practice etiquette. One of our goals with the Hope Program is to prepare our students for life in the ‘real world.’ These students are studying at the highschool and collage levels and when they graduate will most definitely have times where they will need to know proper etiquette. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes a job interview is nailed by the etiquette skills of the applicant!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K95kyxCGbCw/Tm4ti4msErI/AAAAAAAABlY/op_M_GqC5jk/s1600/IMG_1068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K95kyxCGbCw/Tm4ti4msErI/AAAAAAAABlY/op_M_GqC5jk/s400/IMG_1068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodo and Colton folding napkins as we prepared to serve a 3 course meal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;David and Stacy taught the students how to eat a nice 3 course meal. What each piece of silverware is for, and basic manners on how to cut, chew, eat etc. when in a nice restaurant. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For most of these students this was a first time experience. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was greatly surprised when later that week I went out to eat with Shannen, a Hope Program student that I disciple. We weren’t at a fancy restaurant or anything, but she was practicing her manners and teaching me a thing or two!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwT7_5s6VEg/Tm4uDejIhKI/AAAAAAAABlc/AJAWKQFbXCk/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwT7_5s6VEg/Tm4uDejIhKI/AAAAAAAABlc/AJAWKQFbXCk/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nicely set table awaiting the teens to arrive...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The etiquette class culminated in a nice three course meal, prepared and served in David and Stacy’s house. Cheque and I and several other staff members were invited to serve the meal as though it was at a real 3 star restaurant. &amp;nbsp;It was so much fun to serve the teens and even more fun to see what they had learned during the class. All the guys opened the doors for the ladies, pulled out their chairs, and engaged them in conversation. All the students used the correct silverware at the correct times, politely asked for refills, and cut and chewed like ladies and gentlemen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auN2BIfOcWc/Tm4ueBo69kI/AAAAAAAABlg/sNvkhAcEFM4/s1600/IMG_1083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auN2BIfOcWc/Tm4ueBo69kI/AAAAAAAABlg/sNvkhAcEFM4/s400/IMG_1083.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shannen, Homero, Daniel, and Selene politely eating&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;first course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0mYAOUe9tE/Tm4u_CgqYXI/AAAAAAAABlk/H-pmFyZ9R34/s1600/IMG_1085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0mYAOUe9tE/Tm4u_CgqYXI/AAAAAAAABlk/H-pmFyZ9R34/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mario, Averee, Colton, and Perla conversing over the main course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Already several students have had the chance to put their etiquette skills to practice in the ‘real world’ at their graduation receptions. It is so fun to see these kids blossom into fine young men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rf1F6hmdlFY/Tm4vgL0T5GI/AAAAAAAABlo/vfmj4S_-gh8/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rf1F6hmdlFY/Tm4vgL0T5GI/AAAAAAAABlo/vfmj4S_-gh8/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Servers!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KHWuyV1zLE/Tm4wIG4XxuI/AAAAAAAABls/Da6YSudDuBA/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KHWuyV1zLE/Tm4wIG4XxuI/AAAAAAAABls/Da6YSudDuBA/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us B2B staff who participated that night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-3354060838638699623?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/3354060838638699623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=3354060838638699623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3354060838638699623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3354060838638699623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/09/etiquette-class-for-jovenes.html' title='Etiquette Class for Jovenes'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K95kyxCGbCw/Tm4ti4msErI/AAAAAAAABlY/op_M_GqC5jk/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8609043766235310688</id><published>2011-09-15T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:00:02.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Favorite Things from Cancun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the B2B ministry site in Cancun in the month of June. Here are a few pictures that capture the trip. I hope you enjoy them and that they inspire you to take a trip of your own. Praise Jesus for what He is doing in Cancun, Mexico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5ImCwCYmw/Tg4IYGGlq0I/AAAAAAAABjI/b--T7v-t8mA/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5ImCwCYmw/Tg4IYGGlq0I/AAAAAAAABjI/b--T7v-t8mA/s400/IMG_0519.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Students from Southbrook Church putting on a skit of David and Goliath for the kids at the San Jose Children's home. San Jose is a Catholic run home that has 12 girls and just 1 boy...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_P0rxhOcps/Tg4Iz5F7ZhI/AAAAAAAABjM/pNTUlz7zIDM/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_P0rxhOcps/Tg4Iz5F7ZhI/AAAAAAAABjM/pNTUlz7zIDM/s400/IMG_0530.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself, Jody Massey, and Luanne outside Casa Hogar Esperanza.... getting ready for a hamburger cookout with the kids and games!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djADj0STYfE/Tg4JFCK20sI/AAAAAAAABjQ/csj6NpmJLtY/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djADj0STYfE/Tg4JFCK20sI/AAAAAAAABjQ/csj6NpmJLtY/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am with Naomi in her home in Cancun. Naomi is native Mayan. She lives in a one room block house with several grandchildren and one great-grand baby. She makes a living by selling tamales on the street. &amp;nbsp;By the generosity of God and friends of mine we are currently constructing a house for Naomi and her family where they won't have to pay rent and where they will fit much better. (notice the hammocks in the background... these are common beds for the poor in Cancun.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtLgz5ovCM/Tg4JcUXRkII/AAAAAAAABjU/6MMFXxx-57Q/s1600/IMG_0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgtLgz5ovCM/Tg4JcUXRkII/AAAAAAAABjU/6MMFXxx-57Q/s400/IMG_0541.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The church in Tres Rios B2B is supporting. We were helping to pour a concrete floor in this church the week I was there. The church is located in one of the most&amp;nbsp;impoverished&amp;nbsp;communities just outside Cancun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEOrE3RJMNA/Tg4Jwwj7XsI/AAAAAAAABjY/Ybymlr2XD18/s1600/IMG_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEOrE3RJMNA/Tg4Jwwj7XsI/AAAAAAAABjY/Ybymlr2XD18/s400/IMG_0545.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt Cooper (Cancun director), myself, and Jody and Ryan Massey!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLDexX4a0po/Tg4KLIZ4ClI/AAAAAAAABjc/MiNrl7GU3o8/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLDexX4a0po/Tg4KLIZ4ClI/AAAAAAAABjc/MiNrl7GU3o8/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the sound system at the church in Tres Rios! I love how creative these people are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NILDZDKRYTo/Tg4KdTvSBeI/AAAAAAAABjg/JY1-RqNqxH8/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NILDZDKRYTo/Tg4KdTvSBeI/AAAAAAAABjg/JY1-RqNqxH8/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiling faces as we play games outside the Tres Rios church with children' from the community.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW162cpjI3o/Tg4KwalsY-I/AAAAAAAABjk/vGOtpaa36Rw/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uW162cpjI3o/Tg4KwalsY-I/AAAAAAAABjk/vGOtpaa36Rw/s400/IMG_0600.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two of the littlest boys at the DIF children's home in Cancun. This is a government run children's home that B2B Cancun has had a relationship with since the beginning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPQeoHqblA8/Tg4LFDBeZmI/AAAAAAAABjo/2-TPutg8bnQ/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPQeoHqblA8/Tg4LFDBeZmI/AAAAAAAABjo/2-TPutg8bnQ/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself and my friend Teresa posing for a picture together!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xiRhJUw8Z6U/Tg4LWyfn9ZI/AAAAAAAABjs/3A602cBZ7EU/s1600/IMG_0745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xiRhJUw8Z6U/Tg4LWyfn9ZI/AAAAAAAABjs/3A602cBZ7EU/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two of Oti's children at a pizza and games&amp;nbsp;restaurant. Oti is a women that B2B got connecting with through the DIF government program. Oti is a single mom of 8 kids and has some serious health needs. She was at the point of dropping her kids off at the local children's home when B2B came into the picture. Our goal is to help Oti with her needs so that she can continue to raise her kids in her home.... a much better option than an institution.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJv3dsh2H-4/Tg4L1htdj1I/AAAAAAAABjw/N3zVKnM43Ow/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJv3dsh2H-4/Tg4L1htdj1I/AAAAAAAABjw/N3zVKnM43Ow/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A home in Tres Rios... similar to Rio1 in Monterrey where I work, but with a Cancun feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sitqPj9ryoI/Tg4MKtbDyAI/AAAAAAAABj0/f8hc79uY8Rw/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sitqPj9ryoI/Tg4MKtbDyAI/AAAAAAAABj0/f8hc79uY8Rw/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riAjK6-HeF8/Tg4MiKq1dtI/AAAAAAAABj4/iDgJoPLJgHU/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riAjK6-HeF8/Tg4MiKq1dtI/AAAAAAAABj4/iDgJoPLJgHU/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last day in Cancun with the Coopers and we went&amp;nbsp;snorkeling in a nearby reef!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdZyBRS7n-I/Tg4NBchmrTI/AAAAAAAABj8/ghsj_dlBk6g/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdZyBRS7n-I/Tg4NBchmrTI/AAAAAAAABj8/ghsj_dlBk6g/s400/IMG_0918.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful beach in Riviera Maya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHFI0uPxyEs/Tg4OBf2ufBI/AAAAAAAABkE/RBa4QF5JZOA/s1600/IMG_0944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHFI0uPxyEs/Tg4OBf2ufBI/AAAAAAAABkE/RBa4QF5JZOA/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just&amp;nbsp;gorgeous&amp;nbsp;what God creates, hun?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydccN1nhy2s/Tg4OmdlfajI/AAAAAAAABkI/XqeykkKZkBM/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydccN1nhy2s/Tg4OmdlfajI/AAAAAAAABkI/XqeykkKZkBM/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huge drift wood!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8609043766235310688?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8609043766235310688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8609043766235310688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8609043766235310688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8609043766235310688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-favorite-things-from-cancun.html' title='Some Favorite Things from Cancun'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aU5ImCwCYmw/Tg4IYGGlq0I/AAAAAAAABjI/b--T7v-t8mA/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7734723618980061267</id><published>2011-09-12T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:25:07.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to be Back :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was so wonderful to be back in Ohio for a few weeks to visit with family and see many of you! Cheque and I were busy visiting, speaking at churches, hanging with family, and getting things ready for our wedding on October 30th! It was a busy few weeks, but soooo good to be home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are now back in Monterrey, but here are a few pictures from our trip to Ohio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSFwtKYbIQw/Tm46PbzS2oI/AAAAAAAABlw/6jL3lPdT4A8/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSFwtKYbIQw/Tm46PbzS2oI/AAAAAAAABlw/6jL3lPdT4A8/s400/IMG_1160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe, Laina, Cheque, Jon, Brooke, and myself having Auntie Anne's pretzels at a kiddie table in Cincinnati!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXRWjohKjCs/Tm46xjCXO2I/AAAAAAAABl0/Xi_PKkX6DMg/s1600/IMG_1163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXRWjohKjCs/Tm46xjCXO2I/AAAAAAAABl0/Xi_PKkX6DMg/s400/IMG_1163.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating Skyline with friends and supporters the Jones in Oxford, OH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGBU8_pAreI/Tm47b8WNuhI/AAAAAAAABl4/pIwDvs_eXXw/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGBU8_pAreI/Tm47b8WNuhI/AAAAAAAABl4/pIwDvs_eXXw/s400/IMG_1175.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprised to see my name on the sign outside my grandparents' church! Cheque and I had a wonderful Sunday sharing at Grace Pointe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MzHtt9PSKU8/Tm4-iw1cO4I/AAAAAAAABl8/f1v7ksn4bNk/s1600/IMGP1684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MzHtt9PSKU8/Tm4-iw1cO4I/AAAAAAAABl8/f1v7ksn4bNk/s400/IMGP1684.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting with the Anderson family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xitb4tPkvZ8/Tm4_uVruumI/AAAAAAAABmA/eQKsLBkxebY/s1600/IMGP1738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xitb4tPkvZ8/Tm4_uVruumI/AAAAAAAABmA/eQKsLBkxebY/s400/IMGP1738.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family dinner :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT3JqTEmIGk/Tm5A8PVfujI/AAAAAAAABmE/cBqmY40-hDA/s1600/IMGP1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT3JqTEmIGk/Tm5A8PVfujI/AAAAAAAABmE/cBqmY40-hDA/s400/IMGP1741.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and his soon-to-be niece, Suzie!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23W_5su6xeI/Tm5EO_1QA7I/AAAAAAAABmI/2KzUnqg-p30/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23W_5su6xeI/Tm5EO_1QA7I/AAAAAAAABmI/2KzUnqg-p30/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and I got a chance to visit friends at the Back2Back home office in Mason, OH. Behind us is the "Day in a Life of &amp;nbsp;an Orphan" photo exhibit. The&amp;nbsp;purpose is to help bring about awareness of the orphan crisis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HeVKITZEhU/Tm5Eej54m9I/AAAAAAAABmM/FeYmW5GwPTY/s1600/IMG_1180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7HeVKITZEhU/Tm5Eej54m9I/AAAAAAAABmM/FeYmW5GwPTY/s400/IMG_1180.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my good&amp;nbsp;friend, Jenn who surprised me and drove over 4 hours to come to my support raising event. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Jenn!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7734723618980061267?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7734723618980061267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7734723618980061267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7734723618980061267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7734723618980061267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-to-be-back.html' title='Good to be Back :)'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSFwtKYbIQw/Tm46PbzS2oI/AAAAAAAABlw/6jL3lPdT4A8/s72-c/IMG_1160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4832226952941558048</id><published>2011-08-05T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:11:50.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to Ohio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLYHN7pSsH0/TjxLCsMFG-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/VPoDUSC2PpA/s1600/IMG_0745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLYHN7pSsH0/TjxLCsMFG-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/VPoDUSC2PpA/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cheque and I are headed to the Cincinnati, Ohio area August 10th-29th. Our desire is to visit with friends, family, and ministry supporters :) We would love to see you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mark your calendars for an&lt;b&gt; Open House Thursday, August 25th from 7-9pm&lt;/b&gt; at my parent's house (909 S. Locust St., Oxford, OH). Cheque and I will be sharing stories from the summer and sharing about our future plans with Back2Back. We would love to see you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4832226952941558048?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4832226952941558048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4832226952941558048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4832226952941558048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4832226952941558048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/08/coming-to-ohio.html' title='Coming to Ohio!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLYHN7pSsH0/TjxLCsMFG-I/AAAAAAAABlQ/VPoDUSC2PpA/s72-c/IMG_0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4974495535253773569</id><published>2011-07-16T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:08:30.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Engaged!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adXnWSvXkF4/Th9uYD2cbvI/AAAAAAAABlI/3zAiH2qiJEU/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adXnWSvXkF4/Th9uYD2cbvI/AAAAAAAABlI/3zAiH2qiJEU/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On July 3rd, 2011 Cheque Garcia asked me to marry him! He did a wonderful job of surprising me! We are officially ENGAGED and I am the happiest I have ever been in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TC5Mokwk-o/Th9sPZghbGI/AAAAAAAABlA/Ps2AfOa0GWw/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TC5Mokwk-o/Th9sPZghbGI/AAAAAAAABlA/Ps2AfOa0GWw/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheque and I decided to hike the mountain behind the B2B property on our day off! We love hiking together :) In the picture above I am completely unaware of what the next few moments will hold :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPylYvcN0_A/Th9svyDPLPI/AAAAAAAABlE/zSuiKBE57AQ/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DPylYvcN0_A/Th9svyDPLPI/AAAAAAAABlE/zSuiKBE57AQ/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;We came across a a really neat spring flowing out of a cliff wall into a pool! It was beautiful! It had just rained for a week so everything was so green. Here Cheque is playing it cool, before the big moment :) He did so well, I never had a clue it was coming! We ended up climbing the cliff where we had a beautiful view of the mountains and valley.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vse4QkvQT0Q/Th9dbp-IpFI/AAAAAAAABkk/xfLMGPEUNno/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vse4QkvQT0Q/Th9dbp-IpFI/AAAAAAAABkk/xfLMGPEUNno/s400/IMG_0120.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;The next thing I know Cheque is telling me how much he loves me... He pulls a ring out of nowhere and asks if I will marry him!!!!! All I could do was cry (as you will note in this photo)! I just sat there completely surprised. Cheque thought that maybe I didn't understand his question (because I couldn't answer) and asked me again in Spanish... I finally pulled myself together and gave him a huge hug and a huge YES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O5wSoaKPDQ/Th9eJQxW3LI/AAAAAAAABko/OKhecYLzBIg/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O5wSoaKPDQ/Th9eJQxW3LI/AAAAAAAABko/OKhecYLzBIg/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My ring! This is a God-story too! I love it when God is involved even in the little stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1_Ti6c8Dzg/Th9fv_uM6wI/AAAAAAAABks/5iCLzuBOreU/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1_Ti6c8Dzg/Th9fv_uM6wI/AAAAAAAABks/5iCLzuBOreU/s400/IMG_1131.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy as can be!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpARRe3shhg/Th9g-8mU-6I/AAAAAAAABkw/j_MHomWMywE/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpARRe3shhg/Th9g-8mU-6I/AAAAAAAABkw/j_MHomWMywE/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is official and sometimes hard to believe it is really true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYtojBA1p_E/Th9inKdJ6JI/AAAAAAAABk0/zdA0LRU9CvE/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYtojBA1p_E/Th9inKdJ6JI/AAAAAAAABk0/zdA0LRU9CvE/s400/IMG_1138.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view of the mountains and the valley where Cheque proposed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWBQzXLPJzE/Th9j1hwFvQI/AAAAAAAABk4/oyeiNC3Mm1g/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWBQzXLPJzE/Th9j1hwFvQI/AAAAAAAABk4/oyeiNC3Mm1g/s400/IMG_1146.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheque further surprised me by pulling a picnic lunch out of his backpack. He had brought our favorite treats! We had cheese, salami, bread... it was great! Cheers to the newly engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FO4W8KgwdyI/Th9lN0FSaSI/AAAAAAAABk8/z2RDJl-GO18/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FO4W8KgwdyI/Th9lN0FSaSI/AAAAAAAABk8/z2RDJl-GO18/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, this really is the man I am going to marry!!!! Yay! He is a bit excited too, to say the least :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4974495535253773569?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4974495535253773569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4974495535253773569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4974495535253773569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4974495535253773569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-said-yes.html' title='I&apos;m Engaged!!!!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adXnWSvXkF4/Th9uYD2cbvI/AAAAAAAABlI/3zAiH2qiJEU/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-2894928679022657259</id><published>2011-07-03T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:00:00.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_HHKNltYSc/Tgzwshh_LII/AAAAAAAABiY/_Wwx4MXPBp8/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_HHKNltYSc/Tgzwshh_LII/AAAAAAAABiY/_Wwx4MXPBp8/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my friend Shannen! She is a student in B2B’s Hope Program and lives just a few doors down from me on our property. Shannen and I meet each week to talk about life, dreams, school, family, and most importantly our Savior Jesus Christ. Shannen is &amp;nbsp;beautiful, deep, and honest. She has a heart sold out for Jesus and I SO enjoy the time I get to spend with her. We are currently working through a Bible study called Gospel Transformations. It rocked my world when I did it with our staff women, and I know Shannen is learning quite a bit as well! Praise God for Shannen who is already impacting the world for Christ! God has a mighty call on her life and I feel privileged to see a part of that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-2894928679022657259?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/2894928679022657259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=2894928679022657259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2894928679022657259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2894928679022657259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/07/shannen.html' title='Shannen'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_HHKNltYSc/Tgzwshh_LII/AAAAAAAABiY/_Wwx4MXPBp8/s72-c/IMG_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-2345685726048344087</id><published>2011-06-30T19:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:27:25.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarahi's Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNnpZfq6Y9g/Tgz4W5H7QqI/AAAAAAAABi0/aO62rQDxku0/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNnpZfq6Y9g/Tgz4W5H7QqI/AAAAAAAABi0/aO62rQDxku0/s400/IMG_0647.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The palapas on the beach under which Sarahi and I talked about her dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarahi had lived at the government children’s home for close to a year before I met her. She had been removed from her home as a teenager due to abuse from her mother. Now Sarahi is 17. Despite her background she smiles and laughs and engages with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was at the B2B site in Cancun, we took Sarahi and others from her children’s home to the beach for a fieldtrip! These kids are not able to get out much, so for them a trip to the beach was quite the adventure. &amp;nbsp;While we were smearing sun block on one another at the beach I fell into an amazing conversation with Sarahi and don’t know if I will ever be quite the same…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While we slathered on the SPF 30 Sarahi began to tell me that the director of the children’s home was thinking of placing her once again with her mom. When I asked how she felt about that she told me that she was nervous. After suffering abuse at the hands of her mother, she didn’t have much confidence that it wouldn’t happen again. “However,” she told me, “I know that wherever I am God will never leave me. He is always with me.” I looked at Sarahi a bit surprised. She was not living in a Christian facility, how did she know this? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Wow!” I said, “You are absolutely right. The Lord will never leave you nor forsake you, but how do you know that? Have you been to church before?” &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No,” she answered, slathering the sun block on her shoulders, “I’ve never been to church.” Sarahi glanced around as though making sure no one would overhear.&amp;nbsp; “You see,” she said, “I have dreams.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stopped rubbing in the sun block on my nose. My curiosity was immediately peaked. What did she mean by, ‘dreams’?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“When I go to sleep at night I dream about God,” she told me. “I know that He is my Father, that He loves me. I know that He created me and that He loves me more than anything else He created.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You are so right on,” I said, so surprised by all she was saying that a large glob of sun block dropped from my hand to the sand. “Has anyone ever told you about the Lord?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No, nobody ever has.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shocked, I put the sun block bottle down altogether. I asked if Sarahi had ever dreamt about a guy named Jesus Christ. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh yes,” she said, filled with joy. “I know that He died for me and because He died I am alive. He lives in me.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really shocked this time at how Sunday-school-perfect her answers sounded, I asked again, “are you sure no one has ever told you this?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No,” she said. “I have dreams.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Okay Lord,” I prayed. “I’m going to stop doubting now. Why couldn’t you speak to Sarahi with dreams?” For some reason my limited brain only allowed space for this sort of thing to happen with unreached tribes in Africa, but here He was showing Himself in a very personal way to His beloved in a children’s home in Cancun. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We talked all through the salvation story. Sarahi tracked with me the whole time, agreeing with what I was saying like she had known it all her life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The story doesn’t stop here,” I said, “There is someone called the Holy Spirit who had come to help us. Have you ever had dreams about the Holy Spirit?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh yes!” replied Sarahi with joy in her voice, “not long ago I was laying down in my bed in the dorm at the children’s home. It was night and we had a fan blowing in our room. I felt the breeze blow around me and it felt like huge arms that were embracing me. Then I saw a white dove and I heard a voice that said, ‘I am the Holy Spirit. I want you to invite me to live in you and be your guide. You need to listen to my voice and follow me. Don’t follow any other voice. I am your guide.’” &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stood there dumbfounded on the beach, in awe of Jesus! He had spoken every part of who He was to Sarahi. He had revealed Himself to her without anyone else in the middle. This abused teenage girl had an authentic relationship with Jesus and was being led by the Holy Spirit because Jesus cared that much about her. He cares for the orphan and loves them so much more than we do. He revealed everything to this girl and I was there simply to confirm that it was God. I felt my Spirit struck with the revelation that He does not need me at all… but that He has graciously invited me in be a part of the story. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarahi and I spent some time praying together on the beach. I prayed for her continued growth in the Lord and boldness to share Him with the other girls in her dorm. I asked if she had a Bible and she said no I explained that the Bible was an additional way for her to learn about God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit and offered to get one for her. I don’t think I have ever seen someone so excited! She was literally jumping up in down in the sand and hugging me. “You would do that?” she said. “I would love a Bible!” Arrangements were made the next day to purchase one for her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was my highlight of the two weeks I spent at the B2B site in Cancun! God is so big! He is so good! He is fully capable. He takes care of His own. &amp;nbsp;All glory to You, Jesus! Amen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dbvpAn0d2s/Tgz9JF6ue-I/AAAAAAAABjE/gCgfPYk99T0/s1600/IMG_0650+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dbvpAn0d2s/Tgz9JF6ue-I/AAAAAAAABjE/gCgfPYk99T0/s400/IMG_0650+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Gloria (one of Sarahi's friends who I also got to witness to that day. I don't have a picture of Sarahi.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AL5d-tiDTMI/Tgz5YKqQQsI/AAAAAAAABi4/QP4JWXd6hNE/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AL5d-tiDTMI/Tgz5YKqQQsI/AAAAAAAABi4/QP4JWXd6hNE/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Horizon group hanging with the kids from the Children's home at the beach!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-2345685726048344087?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/2345685726048344087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=2345685726048344087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2345685726048344087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2345685726048344087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/06/sarahis-dreams.html' title='Sarahi&apos;s Dreams'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNnpZfq6Y9g/Tgz4W5H7QqI/AAAAAAAABi0/aO62rQDxku0/s72-c/IMG_0647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7705167691487863411</id><published>2011-06-30T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:56:05.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than we Ever Dreamed of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3o5T93Wh9M/TgzeUJzDxBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/pNnY_612sU0/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3o5T93Wh9M/TgzeUJzDxBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/pNnY_612sU0/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros outside her school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;As many of you know, Milagros is a young girl who lives in Rio1 and through generous supporters of B2B is studying cosmetology at a local school. Milagros was born deaf and has learned how to overcome many difficulties in her life. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She has grown up and still lives with her parents and brother in a shack in the Rio and has now finished nearly 2 years of classes at a cosmetology school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As of today Milagros is officially done with her course work! She will continue to practice her skills, study and take her final exam and then attend graduation in October. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;At the beginning of this month I took Milagros and her mom, Tere, to the cosmetology school to make a payment and talk to the director.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The director had only good things to say about Milagros and her work! In my car, on the way to take Tere back home, I asked her how she felt about her daughter’s achievements. Tears began to well up in Tere’s eyes as she said that when Milagros was born deaf she never thought that she would be able to do much. “I never thought I would see my daughter finish school or have a career,” she said with a quivering voice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“This is more than any of us ever dreamed of.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tere and I talked about how God had a special plan for Milagros from the time she was an infant and that He will carry it on till completion. How beautiful to see how the Lord changes our expectations and does more than any of us could ever dream of!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTh_vaCvgMI/TgzeirKJ-9I/AAAAAAAABiU/F1EZr-BfsTk/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTh_vaCvgMI/TgzeirKJ-9I/AAAAAAAABiU/F1EZr-BfsTk/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros showing the hair dye options available at her &amp;nbsp;school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7705167691487863411?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7705167691487863411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7705167691487863411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7705167691487863411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7705167691487863411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-than-we-ever-dreamed-of.html' title='More Than we Ever Dreamed of'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3o5T93Wh9M/TgzeUJzDxBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/pNnY_612sU0/s72-c/IMG_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-5061396584292166684</id><published>2011-05-09T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:18:11.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Oxford at the Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtWFQikk9J8/TchJiQa-8aI/AAAAAAAABiA/u4l8YzjQkIc/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtWFQikk9J8/TchJiQa-8aI/AAAAAAAABiA/u4l8YzjQkIc/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oscar leading the kids is worship&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Brian and Susan Joyce, friends and supporters from Oxford, OH, are currently visiting Monterrey! I was blessed to have&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;help at the Rio this past Saturday at our kids Bible class. It was so fun for me to have&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;from my hometown come and be a part of what we do here at B2B. They were such a big help and&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;presence such an encouragement to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BshvBLj71Fw/TchJzPmCouI/AAAAAAAABiE/zaKZBYJ-yV0/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BshvBLj71Fw/TchJzPmCouI/AAAAAAAABiE/zaKZBYJ-yV0/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sue practicing English words with Esteban&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lVFGofIUHE/TchJ_8Y5E1I/AAAAAAAABiI/y-ph-k4v-kU/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lVFGofIUHE/TchJ_8Y5E1I/AAAAAAAABiI/y-ph-k4v-kU/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esteban, Brian, and Monse goofing around&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UKqlbzvxMI/TchKOHybDnI/AAAAAAAABiM/194nuGEZCm4/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UKqlbzvxMI/TchKOHybDnI/AAAAAAAABiM/194nuGEZCm4/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sticker king working his magic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5061396584292166684?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5061396584292166684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5061396584292166684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5061396584292166684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5061396584292166684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-oxford-at-rio.html' title='A Little Bit of Oxford at the Rio'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QtWFQikk9J8/TchJiQa-8aI/AAAAAAAABiA/u4l8YzjQkIc/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4265714952817834856</id><published>2011-05-09T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:02:29.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This past Thursday was my first time to meet with Monse and her family as a whole! I had asked many of you to be praying that this time would happen and that it would go well. Thank you for your prayers, I feel that it was a very&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3Q913FPn0/TchH4-rXGwI/AAAAAAAABh0/91amsTbAoGM/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3Q913FPn0/TchH4-rXGwI/AAAAAAAABh0/91amsTbAoGM/s400/IMG_0322.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miriam and Marian, Monse's 1 1/2 year old little sisters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you not up to speed, Monse is a little girl in the Rio who suffers from neglect. Her mom has a host of&amp;nbsp;stresses&amp;nbsp;and often feels overwhelmed with all that lays on her shoulders. Several weeks ago I talked to Monse's mom, Madelena, about Monse's need for her attention and possible ways I could help out.&amp;nbsp;This past Thursday I went to&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;home in the Rio, loaded down with games, books, and snacks in order to take care of Monse's little twin sisters so that Monse and her mom could have some positive interaction together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I arrived the twins were sleeping and Monse was finishing some homework. I sat down and just began to talk to Madelena about her life, her dreams, her kids, her&amp;nbsp;stresses... immediately I saw how much Madelena needed and wanted a friend. Madelena in some ways has been shunned by her community and I could tell was aching for someone to talk to. She opened up much more than I had expected and we were able to talk about her dreams for time to herself and people around her who might be able to offer her some support. It was good for me to understand more of Madelena's problems and has definitely caused me to have more grace and mercy for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ghyyx4ZcjQ/TchIMAkSMLI/AAAAAAAABh4/np8m2KQClrU/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ghyyx4ZcjQ/TchIMAkSMLI/AAAAAAAABh4/np8m2KQClrU/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse, Madelena, and Sarita playing Candy Land&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When Monse had finished her homework, I pulled out picture books for her and her mom to read together. Madelena told me that she enjoys reading but doesn't have many children's books in her home. She read aloud to Monse while Monse colored pictures that went along with the story. The stories I had chosen were&amp;nbsp;purposeful&amp;nbsp;and demonstrated healthy mother child relationships. After reading a few stories Sarita stopped in for a visit and all three played several rounds of Candy Land, while I entertained the twins who had woken up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The day was simple... games, books, chatting... but the bonding, priceless! Monse and her mom had a good 1 1/2 hours together sharing and communicating in a positive way! It was great! I am planning on meeting with Monse and her family &amp;nbsp;every week for as long as I can. Please keep this time in your prayers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfirJAT0fvc/TchId7kINyI/AAAAAAAABh8/D5262DH5iwI/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfirJAT0fvc/TchId7kINyI/AAAAAAAABh8/D5262DH5iwI/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marian climbing into the dresser to play!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4265714952817834856?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4265714952817834856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4265714952817834856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4265714952817834856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4265714952817834856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-therapy.html' title='Family Therapy'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3Q913FPn0/TchH4-rXGwI/AAAAAAAABh0/91amsTbAoGM/s72-c/IMG_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8908886515650927735</id><published>2011-05-09T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:04:37.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights and Sounds of Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9V3mcSnpbA/Tcg-9bfLk4I/AAAAAAAABhs/LFg72i9ngs0/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9V3mcSnpbA/Tcg-9bfLk4I/AAAAAAAABhs/LFg72i9ngs0/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the way to Tere's wedding (see post below) some B2B friends and I were able to do a little sight-seeing around Mexico City and Pachuca. Mexico City is one of the world's largest cities, bustling with people. We tried all kinds of new foods and saw famous landmarks. It was fun to be a tourist in Mexico for a change :) I hope you enjoy these sights of Mexico as much as I did!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd8B3-g3-EE/Tcg84oCuEJI/AAAAAAAABhg/XVvERyhQSvY/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd8B3-g3-EE/Tcg84oCuEJI/AAAAAAAABhg/XVvERyhQSvY/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and I in front of the Federal Palace, downtown Mexico City.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0jekk8uJjs/Tcg9m3DGGFI/AAAAAAAABhk/O7vJtQr7dH0/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0jekk8uJjs/Tcg9m3DGGFI/AAAAAAAABhk/O7vJtQr7dH0/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scene inside the Catedral Metropolitana de Mexico, downtown Mexico City.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJvLvROnyZs/Tcg-X1zxHTI/AAAAAAAABho/SwCpzcOg8MI/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJvLvROnyZs/Tcg-X1zxHTI/AAAAAAAABho/SwCpzcOg8MI/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the Federal Palace is a famous mural by Diego Rivera. This gives you an idea how huge it is!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIiQ3yOuQyE/Tcg_ZvBF23I/AAAAAAAABhw/TmNQ_s3bzIs/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIiQ3yOuQyE/Tcg_ZvBF23I/AAAAAAAABhw/TmNQ_s3bzIs/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fays, Jessica, Ruby, Cheque and Myself in front of the clock of Pachuca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0F80657uXI/Tcg5D3_m60I/AAAAAAAABhI/WDEHpCRpUDE/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0F80657uXI/Tcg5D3_m60I/AAAAAAAABhI/WDEHpCRpUDE/s400/IMG_0266.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Local vendors with&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;goods is a little mining town called Real de Monte, famous for it's silver. &amp;nbsp;Their&amp;nbsp;blackberries were incredible!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzLOlneMz_E/Tcg4fwPxn-I/AAAAAAAABhE/wmCX9_sbo9I/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzLOlneMz_E/Tcg4fwPxn-I/AAAAAAAABhE/wmCX9_sbo9I/s400/IMG_0264.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pachuca is know for its Pastes, a empanada type food. It includes a dough shell stuffed with either &amp;nbsp;sweet or salty fillings, like pineapple or chicken, then baked. Here are some ladies making pastes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8O2Sai69cS8/Tcg5maTZEoI/AAAAAAAABhM/2JRE1Yp_DKk/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8O2Sai69cS8/Tcg5maTZEoI/AAAAAAAABhM/2JRE1Yp_DKk/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The B2B miners! &lt;br /&gt;All of us sight-seers from B2B found a place in Real de Monte where we could get our picture taken all dressed up :) &amp;nbsp;What a fun group of people, from jovenes in the Hope Program, to B2B staff, and staff kids!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CV8SEEdv9I8/Tcg6Iqe-eLI/AAAAAAAABhQ/vV9_WOMppv8/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CV8SEEdv9I8/Tcg6Iqe-eLI/AAAAAAAABhQ/vV9_WOMppv8/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bakery in Real de Monte&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VCwrfYfZBHM/Tcg6rP4vCQI/AAAAAAAABhU/s3uqmlBy2Bo/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VCwrfYfZBHM/Tcg6rP4vCQI/AAAAAAAABhU/s3uqmlBy2Bo/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preparing barbacoa for our tacos! This is a process of cooking sheep meat for up to 24 hours wrapped in banana leaves in underground ovens. One of Cheque's favorite dishes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqFpInQp9uk/Tcg7DTaA7EI/AAAAAAAABhY/1kub9_8Okfk/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqFpInQp9uk/Tcg7DTaA7EI/AAAAAAAABhY/1kub9_8Okfk/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying a quesodilla and barbacoa tacos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8908886515650927735?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8908886515650927735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8908886515650927735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8908886515650927735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8908886515650927735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/05/sights-and-sounds-of-mexico.html' title='Sights and Sounds of Mexico'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9V3mcSnpbA/Tcg-9bfLk4I/AAAAAAAABhs/LFg72i9ngs0/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-5682562864767561063</id><published>2011-05-09T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:07:11.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tere's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLR60DfHKmA/TcDFeQPVtlI/AAAAAAAABgY/OX2Bkvv9GyU/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLR60DfHKmA/TcDFeQPVtlI/AAAAAAAABgY/OX2Bkvv9GyU/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here comes the bride!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cheque's sister Tere got married on April 30th in a small town called Pachuca near Mexico City. Tere has lived with her parents on the B2B campus for the past 3 years and worked as a social worker for B2B this past year. Tere and her husband Jorge will live near to Mexico city. I am so sad to see her leave, but very excited about her marriage!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGegF4Fzasg/TcDGFPj7fVI/AAAAAAAABgg/J8NUmT8gTnI/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGegF4Fzasg/TcDGFPj7fVI/AAAAAAAABgg/J8NUmT8gTnI/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and I presenting the Bible to the bride and groom during the ceremony.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Cheque and I were "padrinos" of the Bible in Tere's wedding. Mexican wedding ceremonies include the presentation of several gifts by "padrinos". The couple is presented with a Bible, coins, lasso, and rings during the ceremony from special friends or couples they have chosen. The pastor then talks about the symbolism of each gift in the marriage. It was a great honor for Cheque and I to present the Bible to Tere and Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXlJM_EdtMM/TcDG5FJAjzI/AAAAAAAABgs/ipVDG9j4RT4/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXlJM_EdtMM/TcDG5FJAjzI/AAAAAAAABgs/ipVDG9j4RT4/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and I enjoying some strawberry smoothies at the reception.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GP7t1td1vow/TcDHQUVSV_I/AAAAAAAABgw/fwAJ3-jplqk/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GP7t1td1vow/TcDHQUVSV_I/AAAAAAAABgw/fwAJ3-jplqk/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The meal that was served.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YrVobs9DXc/TcDIh2FiJ_I/AAAAAAAABhA/Dl3bfqoDI3I/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YrVobs9DXc/TcDIh2FiJ_I/AAAAAAAABhA/Dl3bfqoDI3I/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mariachi's serenade the bride and groom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In a Mexican wedding it is traditional for a Mariachi band to come some time during the night to serenade the couple. There are several singers in the family so we heard selections from several guests that night. The most touching was by far when Antonio (Tere's dad) sang to his wife! Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWbIy7L5xPs/TcDIQIB3ReI/AAAAAAAABg8/YDngBbcwzXE/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWbIy7L5xPs/TcDIQIB3ReI/AAAAAAAABg8/YDngBbcwzXE/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I caught the bouquet!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who caught the bouquet???? I did!!! The first time in my life to do so! Cheque's family had a&amp;nbsp;hay-day&amp;nbsp;teasing us about when the next wedding might be :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FxjKwSLTymQ/TcDGq2RcwLI/AAAAAAAABgo/VCDx631ZD60/s1600/IMG_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FxjKwSLTymQ/TcDGq2RcwLI/AAAAAAAABgo/VCDx631ZD60/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Garcia family and me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NN8mB4lhtc/TcDH_X5_NsI/AAAAAAAABg4/KKqQMSiXvxo/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NN8mB4lhtc/TcDH_X5_NsI/AAAAAAAABg4/KKqQMSiXvxo/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah, Ruby, Jessica, and myself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Several friends from Monterrey traveled with us to the wedding. We had a great time sight seeing and living the experience together! Two of these ladies will be heading back to the States in the next few months. It was such a blessing to be able to spend some good time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5682562864767561063?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5682562864767561063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5682562864767561063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5682562864767561063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5682562864767561063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/05/teres-wedding.html' title='Tere&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLR60DfHKmA/TcDFeQPVtlI/AAAAAAAABgY/OX2Bkvv9GyU/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-6843920075144276011</id><published>2011-05-02T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:02:28.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJzXFiXiyXM/Tb8k97xswLI/AAAAAAAABgA/1D8XVid7TX0/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJzXFiXiyXM/Tb8k97xswLI/AAAAAAAABgA/1D8XVid7TX0/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suzanna Grace, 1 month old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last week I spent some time with my family in Kansas City. My sister, Lydia, recently had a baby and it was soooo good to finally meet her! She is so cute :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7cjnwhiIaE/Tb8iufya9_I/AAAAAAAABfw/d1fD-pcPXfQ/s1600/100_1370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7cjnwhiIaE/Tb8iufya9_I/AAAAAAAABfw/d1fD-pcPXfQ/s320/100_1370.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Suzie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nearly my whole family made it out to Kansas City for the weekend. It was great to see them and to spend Easter together for the first time in 3 years. I miss my family so much, so it was a good dose of home to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYMyJIyHrXg/Tb8kY2g0jhI/AAAAAAAABf8/nKZWKEdQjGc/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYMyJIyHrXg/Tb8kY2g0jhI/AAAAAAAABf8/nKZWKEdQjGc/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The uncles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wov8lBTFX28/Tb8lOjnsxmI/AAAAAAAABgE/MInahYPvEqA/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wov8lBTFX28/Tb8lOjnsxmI/AAAAAAAABgE/MInahYPvEqA/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suzie's first time in the front pack without crying! She likes her Aunt Hope!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;My family left after the weekend but I was able to stay for a few days longer to help my sister. We had full days of bouncing the baby, tidying the house, and even made it out to Target! Suzie is still getting to know and understand the world, so trips in the car are not her most favorite thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cctO2uaA3m0/Tb8ldGqcioI/AAAAAAAABgI/kIBm6Y4CKEc/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cctO2uaA3m0/Tb8ldGqcioI/AAAAAAAABgI/kIBm6Y4CKEc/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suzanna with her mom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister and Tim do a&amp;nbsp;phenomenal&amp;nbsp;job caring for Suzanna. I was daily (and nightly) impressed with all that my sister does as a mom. Babies are a LOT of work and Lyd does not shy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGZ5omPWB2Q/Tb8lvNYJeHI/AAAAAAAABgM/X1S7rw-BKAE/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGZ5omPWB2Q/Tb8lvNYJeHI/AAAAAAAABgM/X1S7rw-BKAE/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suzie's first tea party (she looks a little&amp;nbsp;distraught in this picture, so we are hoping that she grows up to like tea!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The morning before I left my sister and I decided to take Suzanna out for a walk. We ended up at a little tea shop and decided to sit down for lunch as Suzanna was fast asleep. My sister and I have grown up having tea parties and simply enjoying a good cup of tea and a muffin. This was&amp;nbsp;christened&amp;nbsp;as Suzanna's first tea! After about 15 min she woke up, started screaming, blew out her diaper, and we took the tea to go :)... Suzanna's first tea wasn't much of a&amp;nbsp;success,&amp;nbsp;although&amp;nbsp;Lyd and I did laugh a lot! ...we are hoping that she will grow into&amp;nbsp;liking&amp;nbsp;tea parties with her mom and aunt :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-6843920075144276011?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/6843920075144276011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=6843920075144276011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6843920075144276011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6843920075144276011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/05/suzanna.html' title='Suzanna'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJzXFiXiyXM/Tb8k97xswLI/AAAAAAAABgA/1D8XVid7TX0/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4102507965142412633</id><published>2011-04-19T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:12:43.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoOQ_yrgIHM/Ta3gDUebirI/AAAAAAAABdw/8cel3OmASHo/s1600/100_1353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoOQ_yrgIHM/Ta3gDUebirI/AAAAAAAABdw/8cel3OmASHo/s320/100_1353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarita and I playing at the pool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yesterday I had the&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to take Sarita and her family to the pool for the day! Sara lives in the Rio community with her grandmother, aunt, and little cousin. They don't often get the chance to get out of the Monterrey heat and go swimming, so yesterday was a very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2SveYUzvZI/Ta3gqboLjyI/AAAAAAAABd0/LXdcYuNHTUo/s1600/100_1326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2SveYUzvZI/Ta3gqboLjyI/AAAAAAAABd0/LXdcYuNHTUo/s320/100_1326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sara and I had been planning this day for weeks. A B2B supporter had sent down money specifically to take Sara out for the day. She had tossed around many ideas of what she wanted to do from ice skating to the zoo, but finally decided on the pools at San Benito. Sara also asked me if she could invite her family. One of the main things I try to do when working with the Rio families is help them to strengthen family bonds. Many of the children who end up in children's homes in Monterrey come from circumstances similar to those that Sarita lives in. Our goal in working in the Rio areas is to help prevent children from entering the casa hogares by bringing the&amp;nbsp;transforming&amp;nbsp;power of the Gospel, emergency relief, and investing in the entire family. So of course, we took Sarita's family to the pool with us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFoCDninkZw/Ta3hWh9BBsI/AAAAAAAABd8/3uV2CILqzNw/s1600/100_1335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFoCDninkZw/Ta3hWh9BBsI/AAAAAAAABd8/3uV2CILqzNw/s320/100_1335.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the fountain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sara had a blast! I don't think I have ever heard her talk so much! Usually she is very quite and reserved, but yesterday she couldn't stop the chatter. She bounced from pool to pool and slide to slide with more energy than I knew she was capable of! It was a blessing to see how much she enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8DyDL_E3PY/Ta3hmXAXisI/AAAAAAAABeA/nEs75bmQqk8/s1600/100_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8DyDL_E3PY/Ta3hmXAXisI/AAAAAAAABeA/nEs75bmQqk8/s320/100_1341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara with her grandmother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara loved the time she got with her grandmother, China, and her aunt, Chavela. It was good for me to see the way they interacted with Sara and to see Sara getting positive attention from them both, something she desperately needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUKPN4-kpgE/Ta3h0aiPb0I/AAAAAAAABeE/QbjpEkN6Gis/s1600/100_1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUKPN4-kpgE/Ta3h0aiPb0I/AAAAAAAABeE/QbjpEkN6Gis/s320/100_1350.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara ready to go down some more slides&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bG5p9Kg5VBQ/Ta3iTNskyNI/AAAAAAAABeM/J4oP9dvyNAY/s1600/100_1359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bG5p9Kg5VBQ/Ta3iTNskyNI/AAAAAAAABeM/J4oP9dvyNAY/s320/100_1359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fried chicken lunch with Sara's family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We played all afternoon on the slides and in the pools. We ate fried chicken and tortillas for lunch, played some more, and then headed home. &amp;nbsp;Sara was completely blessed and all of us were completely tuckered out! Praise the Lord&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;He has extravagant love for Sara and her &amp;nbsp;family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4102507965142412633?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4102507965142412633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4102507965142412633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4102507965142412633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4102507965142412633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/04/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoOQ_yrgIHM/Ta3gDUebirI/AAAAAAAABdw/8cel3OmASHo/s72-c/100_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-2148747306950691640</id><published>2011-04-04T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:42:04.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Transformation Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This past weekend Meme and I were blessed to go on a spiritual transformation retreat (RET) with one of the local churches in Monterrey. We had been prepping for this retreat for the past month so I was pretty expectant that the Lord was going to do something awesome for us, and&amp;nbsp;in particularly&amp;nbsp;for Meme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meme has suffered more trauma, hurt, and pain that anyone should in a lifetime. Her story is terribly sad. Meme came to Christ 20 years ago, but I've recently discovered that she has not had much discipleship since then.&amp;nbsp;This past weekend the Lord met her in new ways and I can truthfully say that she is a different woman! Praise Jesus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkA2CfluQK8/TZpOK91erjI/AAAAAAAABc0/qHWMcf2Iouw/s1600/100_1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkA2CfluQK8/TZpOK91erjI/AAAAAAAABc0/qHWMcf2Iouw/s400/100_1278.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself and Meme at breakfast during the retreat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;During the retreat we were blessed with teachings on a variety of subjects. We learned about forgiveness, the cross, the Father's love, curses, healing, blessings, and the Holy Spirit. Every teaching was clearly laid out, backed with scripture, and given with so much love. Meme told me that she had never before been in teachings such as those. She comes from a church background of "fire, brimstone, and hail" rather than of the Father's love. Meme cried through every session. The first session was on the Father's love for us. That we are His children and He cares deeply for us. During the&amp;nbsp;ministry&amp;nbsp;time Meme said that she heard the Lord speak to her and say, "Here I am. I've been there with you." "I don't fully know how great the Lord's love is for me," she said with tears in her eyes. "He loves me!" I could tell that this truth had sunk down into the depths of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeUB-3Xtj0M/TZpOd6H2LtI/AAAAAAAABc4/t7JXPXbw2HI/s1600/100_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeUB-3Xtj0M/TZpOd6H2LtI/AAAAAAAABc4/t7JXPXbw2HI/s400/100_1288.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself and Meme, Princesses to the King of Kings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Meme told me that the session on forgiveness really sunk into her. She said she was able to forgive and lay down offenses that she had carried for years. "I feel new and totally free!" she said. It has been hard for Meme to take a break from&amp;nbsp;ministering&amp;nbsp;in the soup kitchen. She told me that she now sees how much she needed to be poured into, that God had laid aside this time to meet her and that she is so thankful for this time to rest and&amp;nbsp;receive. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llAmbdItLfY/TZpOnH4g25I/AAAAAAAABc8/ox1xhsQnvtY/s1600/100_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-llAmbdItLfY/TZpOnH4g25I/AAAAAAAABc8/ox1xhsQnvtY/s400/100_1291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worship at the retreat. The theme song was "O Happy Day" by Kim Walker!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One of the most intense session of the retreat dealt with curses, both generational ones and ones brought about by our sin. We had a sheet to work through to help us recognize areas in our lives where we needed to seek freedom. Meme turned to me and said that she felt like she needed freedom in nearly every area, either from things she had done or generational sins in her family. I encouraged her that God was big enough to bring freedom to every area in her life. God met Meme in a great way during the ministry time and set her free. We were then able to throw those nasty papers onto a cross set up in the room as a symbolic act of what Christ has truly done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-yjRtgICLs/TZpO4PbEo3I/AAAAAAAABdA/vBkqW5p95oY/s1600/100_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-yjRtgICLs/TZpO4PbEo3I/AAAAAAAABdA/vBkqW5p95oY/s400/100_1299.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meme opening her letter from Beth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One of my favorite sessions was on blessings. The pastor shared with us the power that blessings have on our lives. He shared that the blessing is like fuel in a car, it accelerates your gifts and talents that were made in His image. This also greatly impacted Meme. In conclusion to the session they surprised us with letters from close family and friends. The retreat staff had sought out these&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;to write words of encouragement and blessing to us. It was a powerful detail. Meme and I both wept as we read words written to us from the people who love us most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme was met so much those first two days of the retreat. I personally felt so full&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;someone would pray for her and when God would meet her. I could tell that He was doing a big work in her life. I also felt a supernatural peace from the Lord to rest, that He was taking care of Meme's needs and that I just needed to rest and let Him do it. I desire so badly to see her healing, that often I can't contain myself from praying, encouraging, teaching her etc. This weekend I felt the Spirit of God moving me to rest and&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;myself and let God use others to&amp;nbsp;minister&amp;nbsp;to Meme.... and He did just that! It was so fun to not minister! I know that sounds strange, but my heart desperately needed to take a break from pouring out and to be filled up. It was so refreshing to have others lay hands on me in prayer, to teach me, and to encourage me... it is what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought all was over and my cup so full of the Lord, He yet again surprised us. The last session of the retreat was on the Holy Spirit. I've been filled with the Spirit before, but love to be filled again and again. We had a&amp;nbsp;ministry&amp;nbsp;time to&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;what the Holy Spirit wanted to pour out to us. Meme was baptized in the Holy Spirit and there is NO denying it. The pastor came up to her and shared that he believed that the Lord wanted to pour His Spirit out on her, that it was time for her be&amp;nbsp;minister&amp;nbsp;with the power of the Spirit in her work. Meme said that she had never experienced being full of the Spirit before. The pastor began to pray and there was no denying that Meme had an encounter with the Holy Spirit, or as some say 'baptized in the Holy Spirit.' Meme spent the majority of that session weeping bowed on the floor. She told me later that she had never felt so full in her life! She laughed and rejoiced like I have never seen her do before! There was almost a playfulness in the way she was telling me what happened. "I feel so light!" she said. "I know that God has my family and my problems and that He is taking care of them." This is HUGE breakthrough for Meme! She has been burdened almost every day with the&amp;nbsp;weights&amp;nbsp;and sins of her family, finding it hard not to be consumed by them. I had never seen her so joyful and carefree. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also met by the Lord during this session. He spoke some clear and personal words to me that showed me that he genuinely cares, sees, and is with me. He is transforming my life and using me to transform those of others. Just when I thought my cup was full, He filled it to overflowing... isn't that the way of our God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EKdo_3XnS8/TZpPH2Lxk7I/AAAAAAAABdE/7VQTbrzgUw4/s1600/100_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EKdo_3XnS8/TZpPH2Lxk7I/AAAAAAAABdE/7VQTbrzgUw4/s400/100_1303.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebration for us in the church&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday morning we arrived back at the church and were&amp;nbsp;greeted&amp;nbsp;with a party by the body of Christ. We were ushered into the sanctuary where they cheered and applauded for all the changes God has wrought in our lives. We are new creations! Freed beings! What a great surprise. Once&amp;nbsp;again&amp;nbsp;I found Meme weeping... this is not her home church and she does not know anyone there, yet she was loved and hugged by all. She had never&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;the body of Christ is this way before and it melted her heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-UsUYUF0h0/TZpPUd0I7aI/AAAAAAAABdI/vMW_RdD6iLg/s1600/100_1314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p-UsUYUF0h0/TZpPUd0I7aI/AAAAAAAABdI/vMW_RdD6iLg/s400/100_1314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the servants at Principe de Paz who put on the retreat for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EKdo_3XnS8/TZpPH2Lxk7I/AAAAAAAABdE/7VQTbrzgUw4/s1600/100_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God has done some real healing in Meme that I know cannot be reversed! Today I picked Meme up from the Rio to bring her to Back2Back. When I got to her house her brother greeted me at the door. He told me that Meme had just finished sharing about all that God did in her during the retreat. "Her face looks different," he said. "Her face is full of Joy like I've never seen.... When is the next retreat?" I laughed at this. Her brother has his own host of problems, wounds, and sins. He saw the difference in his sister and was interested in a similar encounter for himself. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Meme if it would be okay for me to blog about what happened at the retreat. She was delighted at the idea of sharing her testimony and experience with others. "Tell them," she said, "thank you for praying for me. I know there were people lifting us up and God has heard&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;prayers!" Later I found out that whenever this church puts on a retreat they have people constantly covering the entire thing in prayer and praying for&amp;nbsp;each&amp;nbsp;participant by name. I also&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;that many of you were praying for us as well. Thank you. God has been faithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-2148747306950691640?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/2148747306950691640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=2148747306950691640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2148747306950691640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2148747306950691640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/04/spiritual-transformation-retreat.html' title='Spiritual Transformation Retreat'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkA2CfluQK8/TZpOK91erjI/AAAAAAAABc0/qHWMcf2Iouw/s72-c/100_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-5088923379476578053</id><published>2011-03-31T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:11:02.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back2Back with Local Churches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Turquoise t-shirts were milling about everywhere, the palapa was decorated with B2B banners, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;sound equipment was being tested, cookies were being set out on tables, the chiliquilies were hot and ready and our local partners began to arrive. We had been planning this breakfast for local pastors for months, had to reschedule it twice, but by the grace of God we were finally meeting with these indispensable ministry partners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rh-ooRk2k/TZKkZqW_B3I/AAAAAAAABcE/8Kwyju0IiLw/s1600/IMG_2443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rh-ooRk2k/TZKkZqW_B3I/AAAAAAAABcE/8Kwyju0IiLw/s400/IMG_2443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Local pastors gathered at the breakfast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last summer B2B Monterrey invited several youth from neighboring churches to help out with our new VBS program. We needed their cultural wise, fluent Spanish, and fun-loving attitudes to make VBS a success. The local youth were interested, B2B was greatly appreciative, and VBS turned out to be a lot of fun. After that summer were saw more than ever how indispensible local churches are to what we do for the orphan. While we are supported in many ways by USA churches and groups, these partners cannot meet all the daily and cultural needs as the local church body can. It is our desire to call the local church forth in the ministry to orphans; to envision them, equip them, and partner with them in this call. We desire to see Mexican Christians caring for abandoned children in their homes and more churches ministering in the casa hogares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;With the language and culture already under their belts, local Christians are one step ahead in the game. B2B has a great need for the local church to stand back to back with us in this ministry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkMw0GmCVmo/TZKkqrQ_yXI/AAAAAAAABcI/6Gu3_e2s3i8/s1600/IMG_2451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkMw0GmCVmo/TZKkqrQ_yXI/AAAAAAAABcI/6Gu3_e2s3i8/s400/IMG_2451.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading about how&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;churches can be involved in orphan care&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9RjDWN79co/TZKkzsOTPGI/AAAAAAAABcM/Gy0dDRME86Y/s1600/IMG_2523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9RjDWN79co/TZKkzsOTPGI/AAAAAAAABcM/Gy0dDRME86Y/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hug from a local pastor who as been a long time supporter of B2B&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;We were surprised the morning of the breakfast to receive 37 guests representing 18 different churches and/or ministries in Monterrey. This was more than we had expected! In the mix there were familiar faces and new faces too. We took the group on a tour of our campus , sat down to have marvelous chiliquilies, and from there began to share about the ministry, the orphan, the mission, the call, and the need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Di6QC3jczXg/TZKlThoKaGI/AAAAAAAABcQ/LYn7i2JSJoI/s1600/IMG_2542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Di6QC3jczXg/TZKlThoKaGI/AAAAAAAABcQ/LYn7i2JSJoI/s400/IMG_2542.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antonio, Gabo, and Todd sharing the vision&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--epQ2As5RJU/TZKqORGqAfI/AAAAAAAABcs/ZmGx91ywTrk/s1600/IMG_2543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--epQ2As5RJU/TZKqORGqAfI/AAAAAAAABcs/ZmGx91ywTrk/s400/IMG_2543.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maru, the cook of the morning!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96erzJKqMRw/TZKqoup9CXI/AAAAAAAABcw/aHpURTrgg_U/s1600/IMG_2545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96erzJKqMRw/TZKqoup9CXI/AAAAAAAABcw/aHpURTrgg_U/s400/IMG_2545.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiliquili fixin's!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkF3zu1FCa4/TZKmkDQ4phI/AAAAAAAABcc/r5y4fpp2Z4I/s1600/IMG_2566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkF3zu1FCa4/TZKmkDQ4phI/AAAAAAAABcc/r5y4fpp2Z4I/s400/IMG_2566.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The breakfast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Attention was held as Todd, Gabo, Juan, Priscila, and Antonio shared about why we do what we do, what the Bible says about the orphan, and the great need for the local church to be involved in this mission. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The response was equally encouraging. Many pastors have invited B2B staff to come speak at their churches. Others are interested in participating in a mission trip with B2B. And still others are offering &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;their services at the children’s homes, with the Hope Program, and to staff as well. We are greatly blessed by these prospective partners! Please continue to pray for our relationships with local churches and for wisdom as we begin to take the next steps forward with local church partnerships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnqli8zmHjY/TZKnpMDMLdI/AAAAAAAABck/Zdxw_d4j2jA/s1600/IMG_2624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnqli8zmHjY/TZKnpMDMLdI/AAAAAAAABck/Zdxw_d4j2jA/s400/IMG_2624.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Local pastors reading about how to be&amp;nbsp;involved&amp;nbsp;with B2B&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl-YacCHUPk/TZKoFlkbR0I/AAAAAAAABco/qkhVfQ5oImY/s1600/IMG_2647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl-YacCHUPk/TZKoFlkbR0I/AAAAAAAABco/qkhVfQ5oImY/s400/IMG_2647.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our development team and more!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5088923379476578053?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5088923379476578053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5088923379476578053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5088923379476578053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5088923379476578053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/03/back2back-with-local-churches.html' title='Back2Back with Local Churches'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rh-ooRk2k/TZKkZqW_B3I/AAAAAAAABcE/8Kwyju0IiLw/s72-c/IMG_2443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8580974535755600183</id><published>2011-03-23T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:07:42.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ADEiEyNeWDE/TWsiOn3wvKI/AAAAAAAABbU/IfNfzaXiq38/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ADEiEyNeWDE/TWsiOn3wvKI/AAAAAAAABbU/IfNfzaXiq38/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"God saved us from the Egyptians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lets sing to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God loves us very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lets sing to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God created us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God healed us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God protected and provided for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lets sing to the Lord. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Written by the children in Rio1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My favorite day of our Worship unit with the kids in the Rio was when we taught the Children about Miriam praising the Lord after he saved the&amp;nbsp;Israelites&amp;nbsp;from the Egyptians. Miriam took up her tambourine and praised the Lord with a new song! After learning about Miriam we decided as a class that we would write a new song to the Lord just a Miriam did. Cheque got on the guitar, I got out the dry erase board and we began to write a song of praise to the Lord,&amp;nbsp;worshiping&amp;nbsp;Him for the ways that he loves us. Cheque and I started out the song but in no time the kids were shouting&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;ideas as well. It was the kids who came up with most of the words and reasons why we praise the Lord. It was beautiful for me to hear these children, who live with very little, shouting out reasons they have to praise the Lord! Oh how true it is!!!! Within 20 minutes our song was done, Cheque had a tune, and we all began to worship the Lord with a new song! We have now added this song to our&amp;nbsp;collection&amp;nbsp;and sing it each week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I3yhndyES_E/TWsiq1TWxEI/AAAAAAAABbc/8IPwuAOOqLA/s1600/LGIM0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I3yhndyES_E/TWsiq1TWxEI/AAAAAAAABbc/8IPwuAOOqLA/s320/LGIM0008.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me teaching the kids about Miriam and how she praised the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8580974535755600183?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8580974535755600183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8580974535755600183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8580974535755600183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8580974535755600183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-song.html' title='A New Song!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ADEiEyNeWDE/TWsiOn3wvKI/AAAAAAAABbU/IfNfzaXiq38/s72-c/IMG_0860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-692113385321749664</id><published>2011-03-22T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:36:46.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do We Worship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This Spring we have been teaching the Rio children about worship. It has been fantastic! A donor supplied us with money to purchase instruments for the children and thus the idea sprang into action. Our heart was to teach the kids not only &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; to worship the Lord but &lt;i&gt;reasons&lt;/i&gt; we have to worship Him! When we truly know His character there is nothing left to do but worship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AQ-VBffE0OY/TWsgQrzaMlI/AAAAAAAABa4/RWjvk7S97EY/s1600/02052011074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AQ-VBffE0OY/TWsgQrzaMlI/AAAAAAAABa4/RWjvk7S97EY/s320/02052011074.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheque used to be a percussion major! He taught the children how to use shakers,&amp;nbsp;tambourines,&amp;nbsp;rhythm&amp;nbsp;sticks, and the triangle. The children love using the instruments to praise the Lord! I've also been very impressed with the way they respect the&amp;nbsp;instruments. We talked about how these are not toys but tools we can use to praise the Lord. They listen well and do a great job playing the instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f5qihXfB0ds/TWsgkqOxRZI/AAAAAAAABa8/ULFxck92XWU/s1600/02052011076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-f5qihXfB0ds/TWsgkqOxRZI/AAAAAAAABa8/ULFxck92XWU/s320/02052011076.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse with the tirangle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-arnEeeCtIEk/TWsg4-e7-CI/AAAAAAAABbA/KcWos1uCQSk/s1600/02052011078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-arnEeeCtIEk/TWsg4-e7-CI/AAAAAAAABbA/KcWos1uCQSk/s320/02052011078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eduardo with the&amp;nbsp;rhythm&amp;nbsp;sticks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-C0VOcnRN-Xs/TWshM1rJi_I/AAAAAAAABbE/R96DhzushHs/s1600/02052011079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-C0VOcnRN-Xs/TWshM1rJi_I/AAAAAAAABbE/R96DhzushHs/s320/02052011079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque leading the children in worship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Mugvl3MCdas/TWsheOgJ0yI/AAAAAAAABbI/F_qsIILL8AI/s1600/02052011085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Mugvl3MCdas/TWsheOgJ0yI/AAAAAAAABbI/F_qsIILL8AI/s320/02052011085.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several lessons in our unit on worship we had the kids make&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own instruments that they could take home with them. Here is Fernanda with her shaker and below is Naomi with her&amp;nbsp;tambourine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pQt9wouUtSA/TWsifpGe1WI/AAAAAAAABbY/olmwQt8slNc/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pQt9wouUtSA/TWsifpGe1WI/AAAAAAAABbY/olmwQt8slNc/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-B6Nw8557cns/TWshzVN4ImI/AAAAAAAABbM/yi_1hPWPpuo/s1600/02192011088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-B6Nw8557cns/TWshzVN4ImI/AAAAAAAABbM/yi_1hPWPpuo/s320/02192011088.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is to teach the kids why we praise the Lord through examples in the Bible. Above the kids are playing a game with a memory verse about praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jh98p5wk6AE/TWsiDUpOYRI/AAAAAAAABbQ/YIMEhacRXsY/s1600/02192011091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jh98p5wk6AE/TWsiDUpOYRI/AAAAAAAABbQ/YIMEhacRXsY/s320/02192011091.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the Bible stories we studied during our unit on worship was that of God providing and protecting the&amp;nbsp;Israelites&amp;nbsp;in the desert. He sent them a cloud to protect them by day and fire by night. He sent down manna from heaven as food for them. One of the reason we worship the Lord is because he protects us and provides for us. Above is an activity we did with collecting "manna".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-692113385321749664?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/692113385321749664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=692113385321749664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/692113385321749664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/692113385321749664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-we-worship.html' title='Why do We Worship?'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AQ-VBffE0OY/TWsgQrzaMlI/AAAAAAAABa4/RWjvk7S97EY/s72-c/02052011074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-163290025914296812</id><published>2011-03-14T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:18:06.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Rio Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Last summer we had a horrible hurricane come through Monterrey.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though Rio 1 wasn’t one of the hardest hit areas there were still homes lost and people were in grave danger.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As a result of this and other factors, the government has plans to move this community somewhere and provide them with new housing sometime in 2011.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because of different situations like the one above, the ministry in Rio 1 is in a transition period. We feel God is allowing this time for us to take a step back from the soup kitchen and pray and seek Him about what He would have us to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Would you join us in prayer as we seek God’s face and His plans for this ministry at Rio 1? As we wait for God’s answer we are continuing to build into the children spiritually through weekly Bible classes. We are also using this time to pour into Meme. She is being mentored by a women on staff and attending inner healing classes. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We covet your prayers during this season of waiting on the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please note that I will continue to be a presence in the Rio1 community. I try to be out there at least a couple times a week to continue serving the children even in this transition period. Thanks for your prayers for direction! &amp;nbsp;Let me know if you have any questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-163290025914296812?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/163290025914296812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=163290025914296812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/163290025914296812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/163290025914296812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-rio-community.html' title='Update on the Rio Community'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-6798070455650087931</id><published>2011-02-28T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:52:16.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carrot Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBdbqFNwhVitE-JzREG2ZiGXwDzI_g6RjykCFBvzIrguI4PuX6tA" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;" &lt;i&gt;A little boy planted a carrot seed... and the whole world said nothing would sprout."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- The Carrot Seed by Ruth Krauss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the majority of the children I work with in the Rio the whole world has said they won't&amp;nbsp;succeed, they won't thrive, they won't amount to anything,... they won't sprout. That is sadly the story of two girls, Sarah and Monse. They come from rough situations and unsupportive&amp;nbsp;environments where they have been told, they won't "sprout."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the Rio about a week ago with my tutoring supplies in hand. I hadn't ever tutored kids in Spanish before, but thought it couldn't be that much different than the&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;I had tutoring in the States. The three of us girls sat down in the comedor and I pulled out a supply of books that I had with me. The girls looked through the stack and then we all decided on &lt;i&gt;The Carrot Seed&lt;/i&gt; (La semilla de zanahoria). As an early childhood teacher I am ashamed to say that I had never read this book before! We cracked the cover and began to read about the boy, the seed, and the disbelief of the world around him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;" &lt;i&gt;His mom said, 'I fear it won't sprout.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;His dad said, ' I fear it won't sprout.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His older brother said, ' I know it &amp;nbsp;won't sprout.' "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I asked the girls how the boy must have felt. They said he felt sad and discouraged. I asked them if they ever felt like that, or if anyone ever said those type of things to them. They both nodded and we kept reading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Everyday the boy pulled up the weeds that were growing around the seed and sprayed the soil with water. But nothing sprouted... And nothing sprouted... The whole world said that nothing would sprout."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Have you ever felt like the whole world is saying you won't grow and change and that you can't do the things you want to when you grow up?" I asked. Again there were silent nods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;But everyday he continued to pull up the weeds and spray the soil with water. And then, one day,... a carrot sprouted.... Just as the boy knew it would."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The girl's faces were delighted as we got to the last page! "We knew it would sprout!" they said. "and the carrot is HUGE!!!" The picture on this page is priceless. The boy in the story has a wheelbarrow and one huge carrot inside. Not only did the carrot sprout, it was much bigger and better than any normal carrot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We closed the book and began to talk about how we are like carrot seeds. That sometimes people will say to us, "You won't sprout... you will never be good at math, you will never amount to anything, you can't be a doctor, you can never leave this place..." But what did the boy do? I asked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"He kept working hard." Was the answer. "He didn't give up because he knew the carrot seed would sprout."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Hmm," I said, "what do you think we can learn from this story?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sarita replied, "That if we work hard and don't give up, one day the seed will sprout."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Good," I replied. "But there is more than that." &amp;nbsp;I went on to explain to the girls that God created them with a purpose. That He has a plan for&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;lives. That it wasn't an accident that they were born onto this earth. "It may seem like the whole world is against you," I said. " Your mom, your dad, or your teacher may be against you, but God is always for you. He know the plans and the purpose and the future that He has for you. You are special. You are unique, you are dearly loved, and you will sprout." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The truth is that God believes in these girls and supports them. He is pulling up the weeds in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;lives and He is faithful to put water on the soil of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;hearts. The whole world may say, "they won't sprout." &amp;nbsp;But God says otherwise....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I know the plans I have for you delclares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And when God sprouts a seed....watch out! It is bigger and better than anything we can imagine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cT7eKOgnx7c/TWwb-MTtakI/AAAAAAAABbg/Esr4KTbD0a0/s1600/02232011093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cT7eKOgnx7c/TWwb-MTtakI/AAAAAAAABbg/Esr4KTbD0a0/s320/02232011093.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Monse writing and drawing pictures of themselves planting a seed and then the seed sprouting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cXUd-rQbRrw/TWwcHyj6hqI/AAAAAAAABbk/e4NjlhH_Uwo/s1600/02232011094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cXUd-rQbRrw/TWwcHyj6hqI/AAAAAAAABbk/e4NjlhH_Uwo/s320/02232011094.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah (4th grade) coloring her picture of an apple seed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5jGUzcvtK_4/TWwcRn5KN0I/AAAAAAAABbo/uRY1pa3p-iM/s1600/02232011095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5jGUzcvtK_4/TWwcRn5KN0I/AAAAAAAABbo/uRY1pa3p-iM/s320/02232011095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Monse with&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;finished stories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-6798070455650087931?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/6798070455650087931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=6798070455650087931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6798070455650087931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6798070455650087931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/02/carrot-seed.html' title='The Carrot Seed'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cT7eKOgnx7c/TWwb-MTtakI/AAAAAAAABbg/Esr4KTbD0a0/s72-c/02232011093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8737296173059051097</id><published>2011-02-26T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:44:21.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarita Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Sarita has one of the saddest stories possible. She is 10 and lives with her grandmother in the Rio because her mom decided that she didn’t want her. Sarita’s spirit is very kind and gentle. She is very smart, loves to read and write, and is a huge help to her aunts with their little kids. Recently Sarita’s grandmother, who she was living with, took up a job in a children’s home not far away. Because Sarita’s grades started to fall when she went with her grandmother to the children’s home her grandmother has no longer permitted her to stay there during the week. Sarita is staying with a very young aunt in the Rio.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know Sarita is lonely. The one person who seemed to care for her, her grandmother, has left her as well. You can see the loneliness on her face and it makes you sad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Recently I have felt burdened for Sarita. I have started to try to spend quality time with Sarita each week. One day not long ago Sarita told me that she liked to read. I asked her if anyone ever read out loud to her and she said no. She went on to explain that sometimes she asks her uncle if she can read to him, but after a little bit it bothers him and he tells her to stop. She loves to read out loud. With this in mind, and a backpocket full of teacher tricks, I have started meeting weekly with Sarita and her younger sister to read and do literacy activities. While the main goal is quality time, not literacy, for these girls, literacy is certainly a byproduct that will help them for years to come. I am a firm believer that one of the main ways out of the poverty cycle is education. While Sarita seems to be on grade level, her younger sister, Monse is not doing great in school. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;We have started meeting weekly to read together, play spelling games, and do writing activities. So far the girls have loved it and I have too! It is meeting a need in me to teach that I just can’t shake! The Lord has also opened up opportunities during out time together, to talk about Him, His plan for their lives, and how much each girl means to our Savior. These are by far the sweetest moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbefqU4Rg1Y/TWnQ4vZ-2LI/AAAAAAAABao/bJCQ74eYYJY/s1600/02232011098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbefqU4Rg1Y/TWnQ4vZ-2LI/AAAAAAAABao/bJCQ74eYYJY/s320/02232011098.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse spelling her name and other words with Scrabble letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CDaj0vpUhZE/TWnRIVxKrrI/AAAAAAAABas/YzYaehQzMeA/s1600/02232011099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CDaj0vpUhZE/TWnRIVxKrrI/AAAAAAAABas/YzYaehQzMeA/s320/02232011099.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarita reading one of the books I brought for her. She loves to read and is good at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cYBbhscPyF0/TWnRpG90X9I/AAAAAAAABaw/2tjv-qoKR5s/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cYBbhscPyF0/TWnRpG90X9I/AAAAAAAABaw/2tjv-qoKR5s/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarita and 2 friends working on a puzzle together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NP9qirCMTlk/TWnSGmx-_DI/AAAAAAAABa0/ua3j5l8FA4A/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NP9qirCMTlk/TWnSGmx-_DI/AAAAAAAABa0/ua3j5l8FA4A/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished puzzle! After they finished putting it together we played I Spy with the scene. A great way to wake up the brain before school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8737296173059051097?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8737296173059051097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8737296173059051097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8737296173059051097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8737296173059051097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/02/sarita-reads.html' title='Sarita Reads'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TbefqU4Rg1Y/TWnQ4vZ-2LI/AAAAAAAABao/bJCQ74eYYJY/s72-c/02232011098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4343650359867131171</id><published>2011-02-22T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:24:29.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El Limon Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had the awesome&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to go to a children's home that is 5 hours away from Monterrey to serve for a week. We had a hardworking men's group come down so we decided to take them to El Limon to work on a project that B2B has been involved with for years. B2B helped the children's home build a sport court and are now working on the&amp;nbsp;accompanying&amp;nbsp;bleachers. The hope is that this sport court can help bring an income to the children's home. The directors plan to rent out the court for soccer tournaments and also plan to use the court to hose prayer gatherings and revivals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mixed in with all the work was all the play! The children of El Limon are unlike any I have ever met. They are kind, loving, respectful, and have sold out hearts for Jesus. I had a wonderful week living alongside these kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iPvUDQbkP8/TWL3L0C0ddI/AAAAAAAABZ8/vaLQV3Yy5-g/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iPvUDQbkP8/TWL3L0C0ddI/AAAAAAAABZ8/vaLQV3Yy5-g/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of my El Limon friends. These boys were playing&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own kind of Nascar (see the video below). One thing that struck me about these boys is how kind they are to one another. The whole week I was in this&amp;nbsp;children's&amp;nbsp;home I never heard anyone fight... amazing when you have 42 kids! They truly cared for one another and helped one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6diaLg3rA7A/TWL3RKJZFJI/AAAAAAAABaA/bNkUoTvrzRM/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6diaLg3rA7A/TWL3RKJZFJI/AAAAAAAABaA/bNkUoTvrzRM/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some fresh&amp;nbsp;mangoes&amp;nbsp;growing outside the casa hogar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wto_zTbetI8/TWL3YAiCdWI/AAAAAAAABaE/iMZZH4qo4AA/s1600/IMG_0772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wto_zTbetI8/TWL3YAiCdWI/AAAAAAAABaE/iMZZH4qo4AA/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These kids LOVE to play games. They taught me a new form of Uno... now one of my favorite games :) The first day I sat down to play boardgames with these kids I was struck by a number of things. First, they had all the pieces to the game we were playing. After working in many children's homes I found this to be amazing! I don't think I have ever seen a&amp;nbsp;boardgame&amp;nbsp;with enough pieces. Next I noticed how all the kids followed the rules to the game. This was also amazing. Lastly, I noticed that when someone made a mistake or went out of turn, the children kindly corrected and helped that person to play!... After my first afternoon in El Limon I knew there was something different about this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlgmiieHmvw/TWL3gVvsfMI/AAAAAAAABaI/h0uOd4phCXE/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlgmiieHmvw/TWL3gVvsfMI/AAAAAAAABaI/h0uOd4phCXE/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here Becca and I are creating a support structure for the bleachers... lots of wire, rebar, and twisting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CR7WWBlGAog/TWL3mW6drnI/AAAAAAAABaM/MTCeVBR9gIQ/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CR7WWBlGAog/TWL3mW6drnI/AAAAAAAABaM/MTCeVBR9gIQ/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope with the power tools :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHAZXN6WFSo/TWL3sw16X9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/GXiFxRBLd4Q/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHAZXN6WFSo/TWL3sw16X9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/GXiFxRBLd4Q/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our group cooked and served a meal of arrachera to the kids at the home. They loved it! I was also amazed as I sat at a table with middle school boys and they waited for second helpings... the boys told me that it just worked out so much better to wait&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;turn and let the girls go first...seriously, who are these kids?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uskOYXLtRR4/TWL31DVKSJI/AAAAAAAABaU/Rw3Fq3big4w/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uskOYXLtRR4/TWL31DVKSJI/AAAAAAAABaU/Rw3Fq3big4w/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the team with all 42 kids, workers, and directors of El Limon children's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvDy_OLUes0/TWL356q_FvI/AAAAAAAABaY/O40rr-CNJQc/s1600/IMG_0836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvDy_OLUes0/TWL356q_FvI/AAAAAAAABaY/O40rr-CNJQc/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Toribio (tall) and Jose (small)! I remember Toribio from years ago when I would go to El Limon with my church mission team. He was about 6 back then. Now Toribio is 14 and much taller :) It was great&amp;nbsp;reconnecting&amp;nbsp;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQU9zn47v1o/TWL3_njoZHI/AAAAAAAABac/7N-3jRh9X20/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQU9zn47v1o/TWL3_njoZHI/AAAAAAAABac/7N-3jRh9X20/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my friend Jose :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a quick video I shot of the work going on with the sport court at El Limon, kinda gives you an idea of what we did that week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-129447049d0f1572" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D129447049d0f1572%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B22EEEF400A8DEDDA937D63BCA5120FDB0EAA1.86BD29F70061244C8A316A18D37229E2C83DF60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D129447049d0f1572%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvlxEacS0xGtvr5Oue13xvP_S6XY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D129447049d0f1572%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B22EEEF400A8DEDDA937D63BCA5120FDB0EAA1.86BD29F70061244C8A316A18D37229E2C83DF60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D129447049d0f1572%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvlxEacS0xGtvr5Oue13xvP_S6XY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a video of the boys playing Nascar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aece8f1797ee4ec5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daece8f1797ee4ec5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ACAA31468CAC3EA614698AB476F7831A9E4D019.406BCD41E575936319E513E8D9A2E2AD6AAA5A6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daece8f1797ee4ec5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUhfRUUCV-fd6BkK_KSXtJQHVosY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daece8f1797ee4ec5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ACAA31468CAC3EA614698AB476F7831A9E4D019.406BCD41E575936319E513E8D9A2E2AD6AAA5A6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daece8f1797ee4ec5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUhfRUUCV-fd6BkK_KSXtJQHVosY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every Wednesday night the children's home has a church service. This video shows how these kids love to worship the Lord. They are not ashamed of dancing and praising Him for who He is. I love how the caretakers are right there with the kids. You can tell that these kids have relationships with Christ&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of the wonderful role models they have caring for them. With 42 kids this place really functions like a home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80868711d45ff345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80868711d45ff345%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D0A6F4BEBA086714712BC5ECFA806EC080A93A3.304CAD3A327C0A1753A8C75071C443664E1E17BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80868711d45ff345%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_wNXjBljy98bC6GaTblmdc1TUg0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80868711d45ff345%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D0A6F4BEBA086714712BC5ECFA806EC080A93A3.304CAD3A327C0A1753A8C75071C443664E1E17BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80868711d45ff345%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_wNXjBljy98bC6GaTblmdc1TUg0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One other thing that really impacted me about this home was the way the children seemed so whole. In many of the children's homes we work in the kids are very troubled, angry, hurt, etc&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of things that have&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;past. This place is no different. All of the kids here have a sad story. However, in this place the kids have found healing in Jesus and have been restored. I was stuck as on the last night a teen named Ada stood up to thank the group who had been serving that week. After saying thanks, she then started to preach. She told the men that she wanted to encourage them that God will never leave them nor forsake them. That He is always with them and has a plan and a purpose for their lives. As she was speaking I kept thinking, "this is what we should be telling her... she is the one who was abandoned by her parents!" I felt like the Lord showed me that He had healed Ada so much that she was now whole and able to minister this healing to others. Wow! We have had several teens in our Hope Program in Monterrey who came from this children's home and they all have amazing spiritual lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you God for this place, for the caretakers and the directors who are truly seeking after you and teaching the kids your truths. Thank you for the complete restoration you have done in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;lives and the way they pour that healing out on others. Keep it coming! Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4343650359867131171?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4343650359867131171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4343650359867131171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4343650359867131171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4343650359867131171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/02/el-limon-trip.html' title='El Limon Trip'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iPvUDQbkP8/TWL3L0C0ddI/AAAAAAAABZ8/vaLQV3Yy5-g/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-6978055934449516035</id><published>2011-02-21T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:27:58.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 25th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On February 2nd, I turned 25!!!! A quarter of a century can seem daunting :) However it was a surprised filled day that I had the&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;of celebrating with some of the people I love most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LR9mkUrA_Qk/TWLzBbjQSrI/AAAAAAAABZo/1h7Ghrg6ZRE/s1600/IMG_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LR9mkUrA_Qk/TWLzBbjQSrI/AAAAAAAABZo/1h7Ghrg6ZRE/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Cathy Huffer. She is a wonderful friend, neighbor, and co-worker and can makes everyone around her feel very special! She came to my house in the morning to drop off homemade blueberry muffins and fresh squeezed orange juice for a birthday breakfast.... what a GREAT birthday gift from a great person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rP6r4iSr50o/TWLzKZrbCwI/AAAAAAAABZs/T9j_F-5BPIw/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rP6r4iSr50o/TWLzKZrbCwI/AAAAAAAABZs/T9j_F-5BPIw/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a meeting to go to in the morning, but when I arrived back at my house I was greeted by this beautiful bouquet of flowers and a hand-painted card from Cheque sitting on my counter. Gotta love that guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YV90e_8xs1g/TWLzRwIX-DI/AAAAAAAABZw/EFrBTI2jLk8/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YV90e_8xs1g/TWLzRwIX-DI/AAAAAAAABZw/EFrBTI2jLk8/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later in the afternoon Cheque and I went out for lunch at IHOP. This was a big treat for me because I LOVE breakfast food and I love everything on the menu at IHOP! The only problem was then deciding what to order...I'll be honest and say I labored of the decision for 20 min. God bless my patient boyfriend! After lunch we decided to go bowling to celebrate..&amp;nbsp;neither&amp;nbsp;of us have done any kind of bowling (except on the neighbor's wii) for years... we were both pretty bad, which made it really fun. Why is wii bowling so much easier than real bowling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pslY-inPXtc/TWLzYMvNhFI/AAAAAAAABZ0/2ttjTzamLYw/s1600/IMG_0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pslY-inPXtc/TWLzYMvNhFI/AAAAAAAABZ0/2ttjTzamLYw/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I ate out again that night! It was great! This time I was treated to an Italian meal by the B2B ladies. Here are a few that went out. After the meal all the waiters came out from the back singing, clapping, and bringing me a plate of cake! It was fun, and a bit embarrassing to have so much attention focused on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJKZpIUzscc/TWLzdLA9zZI/AAAAAAAABZ4/e4X-FD5tR1E/s1600/IMG_0758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJKZpIUzscc/TWLzdLA9zZI/AAAAAAAABZ4/e4X-FD5tR1E/s320/IMG_0758.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Later that night, Cheque came over with a birthday present. He had designed and made me an earring holder, however it is pretty much the coolest earring holder I have ever seen. I really like earrings and have many so I have been needing something like this for awhile. Never in my life did I guess that it would look this cool! That's Cheque for you. I have it hanging up in my bathroom and love using it everyday! It is pretty much a piece of artwork that I get to hang my earrings on. I'm obsessed. I love dating an artist!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So that was my 25th birthday! It was great and I felt very loved. Thanks friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-6978055934449516035?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/6978055934449516035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=6978055934449516035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6978055934449516035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6978055934449516035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-25th-birthday.html' title='My 25th Birthday!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LR9mkUrA_Qk/TWLzBbjQSrI/AAAAAAAABZo/1h7Ghrg6ZRE/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7100479872947724680</id><published>2011-01-28T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:01:50.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosi, a Single Rio Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNWmDWrJ4I/AAAAAAAABY4/Vyt_D2q7JlE/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNWmDWrJ4I/AAAAAAAABY4/Vyt_D2q7JlE/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosi and her baby.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Single moms have been on my heart and mind for a few weeks now. It all really started with Rosi. Rosi has come on and off to the soup kitchen for awhile with her three small children. About 2 weeks ago I sat down and started talking to Rosi about her life situation and her children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Four months before, Rosi's husband walked out on the family. Rosi has a seven month old baby, a 4 year old boy, and a 6 year old girl. Rosi, once a stay-at-home-mom, suddenly found herself without an income and in need of a job. She moved in with her mom, but still was unable to meet the needs of her small family. Rosi told me that she had gone to one of the children's homes we work with to look for a job. "I want to stay with my children," she said, "but that greatly limits my job opportunities." She went to the children's home hoping to find a job where she could work and care for her children at the same time. The children's home was going through it's own problems and was unable to hire her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"I want my children to be with me," Rosi said. I could tell from the way her children ran up to hug her and her soft responses to them that she really did care for her children and that they really did love her. Rosi told me that if she wasn't able to locate work soon, she would have to go back to the children's home and simply drop off her children. I told Rosi that we really didn't want that to happen. I shared with her the detrimental effects of abandonment on children and encouraged her to seek every other possibility first. I encouraged her to seek the Lord and ask Him to provide for her family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I began to pray for Rosi and her situation and began to think that she is just one of many, many single moms in the same position. Here she is a loving mom who cares for her kids, but simply cannot find a way to provide for them and keep them at home with her. How incredibly sad. I also began to think about the ministry we have in the Rio. We are&amp;nbsp;ministering&amp;nbsp;in the Rio community&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;for this reason: to support families and prevent children from being dropped off at children's homes. We do many things to help, primarily introducing parents to the Great Provider of their needs, and also helping with medications, food, clothing, and school expenses. However, when it comes to desperate situations like Rosi's, we really don't have anything to offer her. This has been bothering me a lot. Rosi is the reason I do what I do, and when she asks for help there is not much I have to give her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully, Rosi kept trying and went to another children's home we work with to seek a job. There she was able to locate work and is now taking care of her own children plus 10 other little girls. I saw Rosi and her family at the children's home last week and asked how things were going. Rosi told me that she was still getting used to the work, but that she was thankful to be there with her kids. Praise Jesus that Rosi has a job and that her family is still with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My heart continues to be burdened for those single moms who are not as&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;as Rosi. It is not uncommon for us to receive requests for work from Rio ladies and single moms, showing that there are many women in Rosi's same situation. Nearly every week the children's homes we work with are bombarded with women who feel they have no other option than to drop off their children and look for work. I know that single moms are on the Lord's heart and mind as He promises to be a Father to the fatherless and the Defender of widows. I want to be open and creative to the many ways our Lord might want B2B to respond to this great need. I spent last week fasting and praying for our staff and our ministry. I'm encouraged and inspired with ideas of how we might come alongside single mothers, but ask for your continued prayers. This is a big need that I am convinced God wants to meet. Pray for His inspiration, creativity, connections, funding, and most of all for His heart for single moms to be impressed upon us all. He is Faithful and True and His love knows no bounds. I am expectantly waiting for His answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNKvUhg5gI/AAAAAAAABY0/yDXmsjXkQ2o/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNKvUhg5gI/AAAAAAAABY0/yDXmsjXkQ2o/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosi's 4 year-old son, Efrain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7100479872947724680?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7100479872947724680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7100479872947724680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7100479872947724680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7100479872947724680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/01/rosi-single-rio-mom.html' title='Rosi, a Single Rio Mom'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNWmDWrJ4I/AAAAAAAABY4/Vyt_D2q7JlE/s72-c/IMG_1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4908134877032686505</id><published>2011-01-28T16:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:57:33.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagros Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few months ago I wrote about a Rio teen named Milagros who B2B is helping to support through&amp;nbsp;cosmetology&amp;nbsp;school. Milagros was born deaf, but has been excelling in her classes. Here are a few recent shots of Milagros at work at her school. Milagros is coming down the home stretch of her studies. She is finishing up a unit on hair dying and currently her biggest need is models. Milagros needs a certain number of real models to come in so she can practice before she will be allowed to graduate. It has been hard for her to get all the models she needs. These pictures are of Milagros dying Maru's hair (Cheque's mom). Please help us by praying for Milagros to get all the models she needs to graduate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIgxklzW1I/AAAAAAAABXs/-AWJum9IJ-0/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIgxklzW1I/AAAAAAAABXs/-AWJum9IJ-0/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dying Maru's hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIg7_xyk4I/AAAAAAAABXw/BO-bcTPGCZ4/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIg7_xyk4I/AAAAAAAABXw/BO-bcTPGCZ4/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maru went for a new look with red highlights! Here Milagros is styling her hair after the dying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIhEvQlcgI/AAAAAAAABX0/AMuHNxxeVQk/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIhEvQlcgI/AAAAAAAABX0/AMuHNxxeVQk/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maru and Milagros after a job well done. Maru was a trooper as it took nearly 4 hours from start to finish. It takes quite a bit of time&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;Milagros' teachers are teaching, explaining, demonstrating, etc the whole time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIhVCgcjxI/AAAAAAAABX4/tjnxDoJv0cc/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIhVCgcjxI/AAAAAAAABX4/tjnxDoJv0cc/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milagros (middle) with her teachers and the director of the school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4908134877032686505?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4908134877032686505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4908134877032686505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4908134877032686505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4908134877032686505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/01/milagros-update.html' title='Milagros Update'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIgxklzW1I/AAAAAAAABXs/-AWJum9IJ-0/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-9164954249173342048</id><published>2011-01-28T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:57:07.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to take a minute and introduce you to some of the sweet faces of the Rio. These are the faces that I am&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to interact with each week. These are the faces of children, women, men, friends, amigos, students, grandfathers, mothers, servants, sister's in Christ, equals... who I am&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to live life with, with whom I am&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to serve, from whom I am learning, and with whom I hope to spend eternity. I hope you enjoy&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;faces and stories as much as I do :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUH9fA0i4gI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZgBNNYmzp-M/s1600/IMG_0944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUH9fA0i4gI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZgBNNYmzp-M/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diego&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Diego is two. He comes to the soup kitchen early with his mom who helps serve. His favorite thing in the whole world is a guitar. A neighbor made him one of wood and he joins in the worship at the soup kitchen with it. One of his favorite people in the whole world is Memo. Memo is a teen who recently graduated from the Hope Program and has volunteered his time on Saturdays at the soup kitchen for over a year. He is Diego's hero! Namely because he plays the guitar and has spent hours sitting next to Diego playing cars, guitar, etc. Diego has been known to even have dreams about Memo. They have a strong connection. We all think one day Diego will be a famous musician. Pray for him to reach the full potential God has for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIC2LSCQEI/AAAAAAAABXI/JysHWm_0YsI/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIC2LSCQEI/AAAAAAAABXI/JysHWm_0YsI/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaitlyn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kaitlyn is two as well. She is Meme's youngest granddaughter and is often in the Rio visiting. She is the youngest of four girls all very close in age. Kaitlyn likes to stick close to her mom and can be seen almost any day of the week wearing pink. Pray for Kaitlyn to grow in the love and grace of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIC_3C_oqI/AAAAAAAABXM/0HpZGTLtn2M/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIC_3C_oqI/AAAAAAAABXM/0HpZGTLtn2M/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valeria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Valeria is seven. She lives with her mom, dad, and teenage brother in the community that borders the Rio. She has come to my class at the soup kitchen for over a year. Every week Valeria likes to show me the gaping holes in her mouth where she has lost teeth and then likes to wiggle every other lose tooth in her mouth. We have a running joke that one day she is going to show up at the comedor with no teeth at all! Pray for Valeria to know and delight in the Lord's love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIDX-UGPDI/AAAAAAAABXQ/p6eFrqZoAd4/s1600/IMG_1407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIDX-UGPDI/AAAAAAAABXQ/p6eFrqZoAd4/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don Chewy and Calet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Don Chewy recently became a grandpa when his grandson, Calet was born 5 months ago. Calet is the son of Lucero who is about to turn 15. Don Chewy lives in the Rio where he provides for his family by fixing broken trash carts. Recently Cathy and myself had the&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to sit down with Don Chewy and hear his dreams. In high school he learned some woodworking skills. Fixing trash carts is not bringing in the income he needs, so he is thinking about a career in woodworking. It is sadly not often that I see a man in the Rio who has a dream and is working on pursuing it. Don Chewy is the exception. I spent hours listening to him talk about the things he wants to make and sell, seeing his examples, and hearing about how he is going to go about the detail work. It is refreshing to see him so inspired. He needs a few more tools before he can begin. Pray for Don Chewy's passion to last and for his needs to be provided for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUID3blgzuI/AAAAAAAABXU/jZaY8_4E-R0/s1600/IMG_1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUID3blgzuI/AAAAAAAABXU/jZaY8_4E-R0/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eduardo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Eduardo is the oldest of three. He lives with his parents and&amp;nbsp;siblings&amp;nbsp;in the community that borders the Rio. Him and his brother are faithful attendants to the comedor class on Saturdays. Eduardo has a sense of humor and is constantly trying to play jokes on me. His smile is&amp;nbsp;infectious&amp;nbsp;and he is one of the few that has the verse memorized each week. Pray for Eduardo to encounter the Lord and follow Him all the days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIa7yeC6AI/AAAAAAAABXY/ZJwo0tzBRjc/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIa7yeC6AI/AAAAAAAABXY/ZJwo0tzBRjc/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jesus is 10. He is the oldest of three and one of my biggest challenges on Saturdays. Jesus is a roamer. It is hard for &amp;nbsp;him to sit down and pay attention. I've found the best way to keep him engaged is to give him a job and make him a helper in the class. Jesus has a beautiful smile and likes to accompany me to go invite the kids each week. His mom is worried about him as he enters his pre-teen years. Jesus has a call and purpose on this earth. Pray for him to follow the Lord and not get sucked into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIbXRjXZ6I/AAAAAAAABXc/Ix6PQ3oxdNw/s1600/IMG_0994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIbXRjXZ6I/AAAAAAAABXc/Ix6PQ3oxdNw/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Monse is one of my best friends in the Rio. She is seven and can be quite a handful, but I find myself constantly drawn to her. Monse is a middle child, sandwiched between an older sister and younger twin sisters. Sometimes I think Monse feels forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She likes to help her mom with her younger sisters and is often seen riding her bike to and from the small neighborhood store. &amp;nbsp;Monse has trouble in school and often fights with the other kids. She often acts out negatively to get attention, but deep inside she has a soft heart. Monse loves to sit on my lap during worship, or hold my hand. I know God is fighting for her heart. Pray for Monse. Pray that she surrenders to the Lord and comes to trust Him as her Father. Pray for Monse's mom to give her the attention that she needs. Pray for Monse's heart to be whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIbsbU1jLI/AAAAAAAABXg/_tc5mrFsu_w/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIbsbU1jLI/AAAAAAAABXg/_tc5mrFsu_w/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frida&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Frida is a beautiful child. She has green-brown eyes that seem uncommon in a country of&amp;nbsp;predominantly&amp;nbsp;black or brown eyes. She is the youngest of three girls. This past fall I was invited to her house for lunch one Sunday. She showed me the video of her kindergarten graduation, the blue dress she wore, and the dance she did. Precious! Recently Frida's father left&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;family. They are living with an uncle nearby and her mom has had to seek work. Please keep Frida and her family in your prayers. Pray that they find&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;hope in the Lord and encouragement from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIcKVaqZ2I/AAAAAAAABXk/I_rvvjLpRGQ/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUIcKVaqZ2I/AAAAAAAABXk/I_rvvjLpRGQ/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fernando&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fernando is Meme's brother. He has helped serve in the soup kitchen for about a year now. His specialty is salsa and he takes great pride in making it. We had Fernando teach a salsa making class to a group from the States. I was surprised at how much he knew about the history of the chilies. If you come to the comedor you need to &amp;nbsp;try Fernando's salsa. In this picture Fernando was introducing me to his oldest granddaughter. He has around 14 grandkids. He likes to update me on&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;lives often, but this was one of the first times I actually met one of his grandkids. Pray for Fernando to know and believe the love the Lord has for Him. Pray for him to know in the depths of his heart that it is Jesus' blood that saves, not any good work that he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUH_xKFicoI/AAAAAAAABXE/MPpYyNeBYWw/s1600/IMG_1078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUH_xKFicoI/AAAAAAAABXE/MPpYyNeBYWw/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chofero&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Chofero is one of the oldest in the Rio community. He lives rather far from the soup kitchen and because of his health rarely makes it up for a service. Chofero has a colostomy bag and often complains of knee pain. Every time we take a group with us to go invite we try to stop by and encourage Chofero with a prayer. Chofer's wife works collecting trash to support the family and his children sometimes come to the soup kitchen classes. Just looking at Chofero's face you can tell that he has stories to tell and has lived through much. Pray for complete healing to come to Chofero. Pray for strength for his wife and children. Pray for them to enter into relationship with Christ, if they don't know Him already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_499719538"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_499719539"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a FEW of the Rio faces. Please use this entry to pray for these ones specifically. We can't fathom how much Jesus cares about each and every one. Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-9164954249173342048?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/9164954249173342048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=9164954249173342048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/9164954249173342048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/9164954249173342048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2011/01/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUH9fA0i4gI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZgBNNYmzp-M/s72-c/IMG_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-2370271389523664652</id><published>2011-01-28T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:56:26.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know this is long overdue, but here are a few shots from the Christmas party we hosted at the Rio! We had quite the turnout with nearly 100 kids and over 50 women. We were joined by a local church who provided worship and teaching for the adults. What a great day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNDJpN32qI/AAAAAAAABYQ/n2t1Ru_L2_0/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNDJpN32qI/AAAAAAAABYQ/n2t1Ru_L2_0/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A women in worship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNDjz0ldlI/AAAAAAAABYY/7LL4HSL6z9E/s1600/IMG_1217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNDjz0ldlI/AAAAAAAABYY/7LL4HSL6z9E/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priscila teaching the youngest kids about the Nativity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNDxtxXfHI/AAAAAAAABYc/fL7AwAPJxBI/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNDxtxXfHI/AAAAAAAABYc/fL7AwAPJxBI/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Nativity play put on by B2B staff and jovenes. Here Mary and Joseph celebrate their baby boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNEGV6U1gI/AAAAAAAABYg/Y3pwISmPK_E/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNEGV6U1gI/AAAAAAAABYg/Y3pwISmPK_E/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a continuation to the Nativity story, we showed the Children how Jesus grew up and conquered evil. This is the same skit we did with the children's homes in Cancun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNEYEi4zAI/AAAAAAAABYk/SeEP0ZVD2pc/s1600/IMG_1413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNEYEi4zAI/AAAAAAAABYk/SeEP0ZVD2pc/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priscila gives the Gospel message to the kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNEisCk7EI/AAAAAAAABYo/yCTpC961lYQ/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNEisCk7EI/AAAAAAAABYo/yCTpC961lYQ/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our yummy Christmas meal!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNExzIGC8I/AAAAAAAABYs/_5DjcghhI-4/s1600/IMG_1510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNExzIGC8I/AAAAAAAABYs/_5DjcghhI-4/s320/IMG_1510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the kids lined up for a swing at the&amp;nbsp;piñata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNE9xNxuSI/AAAAAAAABYw/Bk0g2jaF_p8/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TUNE9xNxuSI/AAAAAAAABYw/Bk0g2jaF_p8/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were blessed with the resources to give each person a gift to take home. 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Well Coconut-sized Shell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the first week of December I was privileged to fly to Cancun with 6 other B2B staff ladies to help out with one of the first groups to our new B2B site in Cancun. Matt and Julie Cooper and Mau and Lizy Davila are the on-site staff for Cancun and have been doing a fantastic job making connections and getting involved with the 3 children’s homes after only a few months of being there. &amp;nbsp;During this first week of December we had 17 women, mostly from the Cincinnati area, and good friend Craig Aven fly down to Cancun to serve and deliver Christmas to the Children. To say it was an amazing trip is an understatement! The Lord did so many AWESOME things that week!!! I have been forever impacted by some of the people that I crossed paths with, as well as from the God-experiences that we had. So here is the “nutshell” account of our trip and some of the many ways we saw the Lord moving in Cancun... He is up to somethings there!&amp;nbsp;To HIM be the glory!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP736P5LiZI/AAAAAAAABT4/mvUj79jufaE/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP736P5LiZI/AAAAAAAABT4/mvUj79jufaE/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our awesome group of staff and women on the beach for small group time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP72nNIayGI/AAAAAAAABTU/LDNBnTPZ5ko/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above is a picture of our group... few but furious! These ladies are awesome women of the Lord who helped the kids in Cancun see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP72wEIYztI/AAAAAAAABTY/0QrdpoToUyg/s1600/IMG_0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP72wEIYztI/AAAAAAAABTY/0QrdpoToUyg/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teen moms at a program offered by the government to aid and educate them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;The day after the group of ladies got to Cancun we went to the DIF (government&amp;nbsp;run children's home) to throw a Christmas party for a number of teen moms. There are 200 registered moms between the ages of 12 and 17 in Cancun, however there are only 33 who attend a class offered by the DIF once each week. These young girls come with their babies, drop the kids off in child care and then participate in a class ranging from a variety of topics like parenting, baby health, pregnancy, etc. This day our group of ladies threw a Christmas party for the girls and blessed each young mom with a box of baby clothes, formula, diapers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Working with teen moms is something that the Lord seems to keep bringing across my path! I have had &amp;nbsp;several&amp;nbsp;experiences&amp;nbsp;with teen moms in the Rio and now here in Cancun I found myself surrounded again by young moms and precious babies... I was in seventh heaven! I had a chance to talk to a social worker about the program details and was super&amp;nbsp;encouraged&amp;nbsp;by what they offered. I'm excited about seeing if this program is offered in Monterrey and if I can get my friend from the Rio hooked up with it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP725Dk-oTI/AAAAAAAABTc/VJGwNXQgQco/s1600/IMG_0493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP725Dk-oTI/AAAAAAAABTc/VJGwNXQgQco/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teen moms at the program. The girl in the blue is 12 and was about to give birth any day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73CI0i9KI/AAAAAAAABTg/a-18kpCCyxY/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73CI0i9KI/AAAAAAAABTg/a-18kpCCyxY/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our skit team ready to perform for the young moms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;You may think the above picture is out of order, but it's not. The day before Priscilla (B2B staff) and myself felt burdened by the Lord to not just give a Christmas party to these moms, but to communicate to them the Lord's heart for them as well... this was a little difficult considering we were working in a government facility and not technically allowed to preach Christ. However, God gave us the&amp;nbsp;inspiration&amp;nbsp;for a skit all about a princess who gets stripped of her identity by evil in the world, but then is rescued by a prince who knows who she truly is and what she is truly worth. The message went across beautifully and the girls cheered as the prince saved the princess and restored her crown back to her. We were then able to explain how the Lord sees each of those girls as a princess, no matter what the world says, or what has been done to them, or what choices they have made. He knows who they are and desires to rescue them... it was powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working with teen moms and babies because for me, this is the heart of orphan prevention. Young moms are at high risk of one day dropping off&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;children&amp;nbsp;at a children's home. If we can&amp;nbsp;intervene&amp;nbsp;before they become desperate we can truly save children from becoming orphans, and teach the entire family about our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73KdfC8lI/AAAAAAAABTk/z4J3bTPIQNY/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73KdfC8lI/AAAAAAAABTk/z4J3bTPIQNY/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and a baby :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;While the Christmas party was going on I was recruited to watch the babies.... yay! There were about 30 babies in this room and a good 20 of us watching them. At one point I had two infants, one in each arm! Usually there are only 4 social workers to take care of all the babies!! They were glad to see us women... many of which were&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;moms and grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73TzVMDfI/AAAAAAAABTo/5CHs1KL1Qxo/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73TzVMDfI/AAAAAAAABTo/5CHs1KL1Qxo/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this picture does not do it justice... there were so many more babies yet to arrive!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73bWN7gUI/AAAAAAAABTs/VTNIZzx-Fls/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73bWN7gUI/AAAAAAAABTs/VTNIZzx-Fls/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing prayers on the drywall, claiming the pregnancy counseling center for Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After ministering to the teen moms and babies in the morning, Matt and Julie took us to the new pregnancy counseling center a few blocks away. Currently there are about 20 offices in one very small room in which the social workers and counselors do their jobs. This does not give the girls much privacy as they are sharing some rather heart wrenching stories with the case workers. B2B is helping the DIF to construct cubicles in the new building that will give the girls and social workers more privacy as they work. We went over to the new facility to pray and dedicate the space to the Lord. It was really powerful to write prayers and scripture on the back of the drywall that is being put up in the offices. It is cool to know that hidden in the walls of the government counseling facility are scriptures, prayers, and truth. Our prayer is that God would put His people into this building, His counselors, that they would speak His words and His truth to these young moms and babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73lEIVxzI/AAAAAAAABTw/znCRVjumOiY/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73lEIVxzI/AAAAAAAABTw/znCRVjumOiY/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing prayers and scripture on the walls&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73vdNZBSI/AAAAAAAABT0/xTAAcMC6kCU/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP73vdNZBSI/AAAAAAAABT0/xTAAcMC6kCU/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oti and 7 of her 8 children&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the pregnancy center we loaded up in white vans and drove to visit a women by the name of Oti. Oti lives in a middle-class neighborhood, but is far from middle-class. She has 8 children 14 and under and her husband recently passed away. Her living conditions reminded me of some of the families I work with in the Rio... very&amp;nbsp;impoverished. About a week before we came, Matt and Julie&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;a call from the DIF director asking if they could help Oti out. Upon arrival they learned that she had 8 children and only one had ever been to school, and he had only attended through the first grade. They did not have sufficient food nor sufficient clothes or beds. Matt and Julie brought our group to pray for the family and deliver Christmas gifts to the children. The kids were sooo excited! Oti told us that they never have extra money to spend on gifts, so the kids did not have many toys. The girls almost didn't know how to contain themselves! The oldest, a boy, at first seemed like he was too&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;to even leave the little room they all shared. Eventually he came out but hid behind his sisters, not expecting anything for himself. We got&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;impression that a lot of&amp;nbsp;attention&amp;nbsp;is &amp;nbsp;given to the girls or to his baby brother, while he is leaned on by his mother to help provide for the family. When we pulled out a gift for this boy his grin was uncontainable! We were told later that the kids stayed up till 2am that night pulling all the gifts out of their bags and arranging the items they had gotten, then putting them back in and doing it over again... really makes us think twice about the gifts we are so&amp;nbsp;accustomed&amp;nbsp;to getting at Christmas, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4386718873081415831?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4386718873081415831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4386718873081415831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4386718873081415831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4386718873081415831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/12/cancun-in-nutshell-well-coconut-sized_16.html' title='Cancun in a Nutshell... Well Coconut-sized Shell!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP736P5LiZI/AAAAAAAABT4/mvUj79jufaE/s72-c/IMG_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8540406349118503450</id><published>2010-12-16T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:14:16.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun in a Nutshell... Well, Coconut-sized Shell! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the second part about Cancun! What an amazing time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Below is a picture of Craig and Sherri acting in a play for the kids at the government children's home that we worked at. This was by far my favorite day of the trip (see the posts on Jaime and Virginia to see why!). The play told the story of Jesus' lowly birth then about His calling here on earth. In this picture Jesus has triumphed over the evil in the world. Because we are not able to directly share the gospel at the government children's home we focused in on the point that even though Jesus was born in a lowly place, God had amazing and wonderful plans for Him. God also has wonderful plans for each child in that home despite&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;background or family situation and Jesus is here to help each child accomplish what is is God has called him to do and to defeat the lies of the enemy in the process. It was a powerful message.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa0xpC9ePI/AAAAAAAABUA/2XG8D89cp_I/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa0xpC9ePI/AAAAAAAABUA/2XG8D89cp_I/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus conquers evil!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa1REzM2uI/AAAAAAAABUE/TfR7mGFP1ck/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa1REzM2uI/AAAAAAAABUE/TfR7mGFP1ck/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priscila explaining to the kids that God has a purpose for their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa1lgrkvLI/AAAAAAAABUI/JQ7nIpQZXWY/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa1lgrkvLI/AAAAAAAABUI/JQ7nIpQZXWY/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Parties!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;During our time in Cancun we helped the ladies from the group host Christmas parties at each children's home. The kids loved it! They were able to decorate a tree, make ornaments to hang on it, frost cookies, and&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;a personalized gift. What a blessing for these kids. At Casa Hogar Esperanza the men grilled out arrachera (a Monterrey favorite) for the kids while us ladies participated in an on-the-spot ladies conference. The director of this home has battled cancer for several years. In our group were 4 cancer survivors who shared their testimonies with the director to encourage her. What a powerful time of giving God the glory He deserves for healing our diseases...&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;me there was hardly a dry eye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa13gPqBKI/AAAAAAAABUM/M1CdryTOfCQ/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa13gPqBKI/AAAAAAAABUM/M1CdryTOfCQ/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mauricio and Matt (Cancun B2B staff) grilling out with a boy from Casa Hogar Esperanza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa2PZn5ALI/AAAAAAAABUQ/8uf61vaY8bs/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa2PZn5ALI/AAAAAAAABUQ/8uf61vaY8bs/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty scene from Casa Hogar San Jose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The day after spending time at Casa Hogar Esperanza we all set out for Casa Hogar San Jose. This children's home is Catholic run and has all girls except for one little boy named Jorge. At this home the ladies in the group prepared a "room makeover" for the kids. Below is a picture of the girl's dorm before and the next picture is after the makeover. I wish you could have been with us when we showed the girls&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;new room! They were literally jumping with&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;outside the door then ran in and began jumping on&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;beds! So fun! Later another caretaker came in who had not been their for the&amp;nbsp;unveiling&amp;nbsp;of the room. The girls made him close his eyes and led him into the room just as we had done for them... precious. We had a Christmas party for the San Jose kids has well and gave each one a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa2fNyXlmI/AAAAAAAABUU/MXPI9v40lpU/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa2fNyXlmI/AAAAAAAABUU/MXPI9v40lpU/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls' dorm before the make over&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa2sL0m8bI/AAAAAAAABUY/6zSmlfwv92c/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa2sL0m8bI/AAAAAAAABUY/6zSmlfwv92c/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Diane in the girls room after the makeover!! Que bonita!!! Each girl had a pillow with her name&amp;nbsp;embroidered&amp;nbsp;on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa29ol1TvI/AAAAAAAABUc/OVOeDKONVUc/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa29ol1TvI/AAAAAAAABUc/OVOeDKONVUc/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twins excitedly snuggling on their new blankets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa3OKpjSaI/AAAAAAAABUg/J6sbDrDLhU0/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa3OKpjSaI/AAAAAAAABUg/J6sbDrDLhU0/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend and I putting together hew new toy at San Jose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After our party at San Jose we headed with the ladies to the pregnancy&amp;nbsp;counseling&amp;nbsp;center where we working on painting the rooms that will soon be offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa3avyjPgI/AAAAAAAABUk/LPX2MT-re6E/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa3avyjPgI/AAAAAAAABUk/LPX2MT-re6E/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fellow B2B staff helping to paint a room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What a great week! Thanks to all of you for your prayers and blessings. The Lord did amazing things and I know that I will never be the same! Keep reading for more specific stories of what God did in one week in Cancun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa3nAmdWeI/AAAAAAAABUo/YWSikjIISoY/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa3nAmdWeI/AAAAAAAABUo/YWSikjIISoY/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I had to add just one picture of the beach! Us staff ladies got a few hours at the beach before our flight back to Monterrey. This picture is&amp;nbsp;deceiving&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;really the sun was hardly out and it was pretty cold... but still beautiful! Here I am greatly enjoying the Lord's creation :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8540406349118503450?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8540406349118503450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8540406349118503450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8540406349118503450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8540406349118503450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/12/cancun-in-nutshell-well-coconut-sized.html' title='Cancun in a Nutshell... Well, Coconut-sized Shell! (Part 2)'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQa0xpC9ePI/AAAAAAAABUA/2XG8D89cp_I/s72-c/IMG_0557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4704837603781105195</id><published>2010-12-16T21:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:26:36.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaime- God heals the most hurt heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmLvUYf8mI/AAAAAAAABVI/UWbs5wGB4FE/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmLvUYf8mI/AAAAAAAABVI/UWbs5wGB4FE/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend (Craig) helping Jaime make an ornament.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the story of a blind boy I met in Cancun. For his protection he will be referred to as Jamie in this entry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jamie is 17 and has been blind since the day he was born. He is tall with a chubby face and black curly hair. I ran into Jaime on a tour of the orphanage during my first day in Cancun. He was alone in his dorm room talking with Mau a fellow B2B staff member when I first laid eyes on him.&amp;nbsp; The compassion that gripped my heart when I first saw him is hard to describe. All I know is that with one glimpse I felt like I saw into the depths of his pain and sorrow and knew that he was so hurt. I left the dorm room without saying a word to Jamie and began another conversation with two teenage girls right outside the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Virginia looked very mature for her age and at first I was unsure of whether she was a worker or a teen at the home.&amp;nbsp; When I asked her she said she was living at the home and then proceeded to tell me how much she hated being in the children’s home and how much she wanted to leave. Her friend next to her chimed in that she too didn’t like being there, but admitted that it was better than her home with her family. I was shocked at the openness of these girls in our first conversation and at the same time my heart was overwhelmed with the hurt gushing forth from them. The word, “lastimada” kept running through my head… “Hurt. So hurt. These girls are so hurt.” &amp;nbsp;I felt urged to bring something positive into the conversation. I looked at Virginia and told her that I wasn’t sure why God had her at that children’s home, but that that I knew that He had a purpose for her life and that we could praise God that she was in a safe place. In two days I would realize how prophetic those words actually were… (See post on Virginia) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mau left Jaime’s dorm room just as I was finishing my conversation with Virginia and began to fill me in on the details of Jamie’s life. Jamie had arrived at the home about a week earlier. He had been battered and bruised by his father. His story revealed that he had grown up familiar with such abuse from his dad. His real mom died when he was little and his step mother stepped into the picture. &amp;nbsp;About a week earlier Jamie’s stepmother had too much of him and his needs. She loaded blind Jamie up on a bus, paid a ticket to who knows where, and said she never wanted to see him again. Jamie arrived in the middle of Cancun, hours from his home, knowing no one, and seeing nothing. Government officials picked him up and took him to the children’s home where we met him a few days later. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My heart broke as Mau told me Jamie’s story. Jamie said that he had heard about Mau from the other boys at the home and wondered if Mau would take him out to talk and hang out as he had with the others. He also asked Mau if he would find him some music. “I’m bored,” Jamie commented, “music makes me relax.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the end of the conversation Mau felt prompted by the Holy Spirit to give Jamie a hug. As he pulled away Jamie calmly told Mau that that was the first hug he can ever remember receiving. … As Mau told me this story, I cried. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both Mau and I wept in the courtyard of the children’s home, as God let us feel the pain and hurt in these lives. God began speaking to me that while I cover up my heart and numb it from the pain in this world and the pain that I see in the Rio every week, His heart is never numb. His heart feels every hurt. His heart cries with every child. He feels every pain and it hurts his heart to the core. The compassion of the Lord is amazing. I went to bed that night with these things still on my heart and mind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two days later our team of ladies returned to this same children’s home to throw a Christmas party. Part of the festivities included a skit put on by our team. At this particular children’s home we are not able to openly share the gospel, so in a metaphorical way we portrayed Christ conquering evil in the world. At one point in the skit “the evil” was whispering lies in the ear of a child. Things like, “no one loves you,” “you are stupid,” “they are laughing at you.”&amp;nbsp; During this part of the skit Jamie leaned over to a fellow staff member and said, “I’ve heard those things before. I hear those lies every day.” When I heard this I knew that I wanted to pray for Jamie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the skit, I sat down next to Jamie with some other ladies from our team and began to talk with him. Another lady also felt the urge to pray so we asked Jamie if we could. He readily agreed. About halfway through our prayer Jamie started grabbing at his chest. “My heart hurts. My heart hurts,” he repeated. &amp;nbsp;We clarified that it was a spiritual pain that he was feeling. We finished praying and I went to find Mau. I knew in my spirit that today was the day of salvation for Jamie. I have never been so sure of something in my life! I found Mau and told him that he needed to explain the gospel to Jamie. Jamie was so ready, but my Spanish couldn’t do it justice and Mau is the one who is going to be there long term with Jamie. After the activities of the Christmas party calmed down a bit, Mau went over and sat next to Jamie. I knew that he was sharing the gospel with Jamie, so I began to pray. The next thing I know Jamie is crying and hugging Mau. He prayed that day and met Jesus as his Savior and the Healer of his heart!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later, I gave Jamie a hug to welcome him into the family. &amp;nbsp;He told me that when we had prayed earlier he had felt so much peace, but that now he felt so happy. “This is the best day of my life!” said an excited Jamie, “I will never forget this day as long as I live.” I know that I too will never forget this day. Praise Jesus who is able to heal the most hurt of hearts. Nothing is impossible for God! Please continue to keep Jamie in your prayers. Pray for this growth in Christ and for his physical sight to be restored! Amen! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQrYGfjY4xI/AAAAAAAABVc/8Qg06K7ei1o/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQrYGfjY4xI/AAAAAAAABVc/8Qg06K7ei1o/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamie decorating a Christmas tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmMHeb5WOI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mBCmkmvZ5Yo/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmMHeb5WOI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mBCmkmvZ5Yo/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamie learning how to work his new Ipod that someone donated to him for Christmas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4704837603781105195?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4704837603781105195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4704837603781105195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4704837603781105195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4704837603781105195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/12/jaime-god-heals-most-hurt-heart.html' title='Jaime- God heals the most hurt heart'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmLvUYf8mI/AAAAAAAABVI/UWbs5wGB4FE/s72-c/IMG_0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-6659703986322416072</id><published>2010-12-16T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:18:18.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia- God heals the hardest heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a post about a teen whose story impacted my life while I was in Cancun. For her security she will be referred to as Virginia in this entry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Virginia looks to be about twice her actual age. She acts very mature and her body suggests maturity as well. I met her on the first day that I met Jamie. She was wearing a tight tank top with the casa hogar button-up shirt placed provocatively over the top.&amp;nbsp; I have never really understood what a face of stone looked like until I met Virginia. Her face was beautiful, but ice cold, her jaw set in a clench like I have never seen before, her eyes icy. &amp;nbsp;It was clear that she took out her pain in sarcasm and in disgust of those around her. Even with the hard shell it was apparent that this was a very hurt young lady.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the first conversation I had with Virginia she made it very clear that she hated her life and hated the children’s home she was temporarily staying at. All I could think was how hurt she must be. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two days after I first met Virginia our team of ladies returned to the children’s home to host a Christmas party. When we entered the home, my good friend and fellow staff member, Priscila, was encouraged to go up and talk with Virginia. “You have got to be kidding,” was Priscila’s reply. “Look at her, she wants nothing to do with us, let alone me! ”&amp;nbsp; However, the Holy Spirit kept prompting Priscila until she went over to introduce herself to Virginia. Priscila found out that Virginia was 15 years old. “My fifteenth year was very impacting,” Pris shared. “That year God placed many Christians in my life who spoke to me about Jesus. It was when I was fifteen that I had an experience with God and I have never been the same.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Virginia stared at Priscila in surprise. “That is weird that you say that,” she said. “Just last night someone told me that I needed to have an experience with God.” Virginia then went on to share about how the night before her mom had come to get her and bring her home. When Virginia arrived home she began arguing with her mom, started uncontrollably freaking out, and tried to commit suicide. At this point her mom got scared and called the police to come and take Virginia back to the children’s home. As Virginia and the police officer were sitting in the squad car outside the children’s home, the officer turned to Virginia and said, “Virginia, have you not had an encounter with God? You need to have an experience with God.” Virginia was startled that now Priscila was also talking with her about having an encounter with God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Priscila came up to me after this conversation with Virginia and told me what happened. As Pris was talking, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, that God wanted Virginia to experience Himself that day. I told Priscila that she needed to go back and share the truth of the Gospel with Virginia. Today was the day of her salvation, I was sure of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A little later Pris found Virginia and asked if they could finish their conversation. I saw them sit down on a stone wall and begin to talk. I knew that Priscila was sharing the gospel with Virginia, so I began to pray. Virginia was sitting very straight with a face of stone as Pris began to share.&amp;nbsp; I kept praying that the Lord would break through. That he would soften her heart so she could hear and receive what Pris was sharing. Suddenly as I was watching, and it was as if the stone mask on Virginia’s face began to crack and slide off. I have never physically seen such a change happen in a person. One moment she was sitting erect hard as stone, the next second she had tears streaming down her cheeks and a wide smile spreading across her face. That day Virginia’s name was written in the Lamb’s book of Life.&amp;nbsp; With tears streaming down her face, Virginia was laughing and smiling. Her countenance was completely changed! I went up to her and gave her a huge hug. I told her I knew that God had a plan and purpose for her life and for her being at that home. She hugged me back and through her tears said, “I feel so happy!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was apparent the moment Christ entered Virginia that she was completely changed. She had an experience with God that had been prophesied to her the night before. She was a new creation! Virginia was supposed to leave the children’s home that night to go back with her mom. God was so purposeful and strategic in his timing of things! There is not a doubt in my mind that He divinely ordained the events of that day to bring Virginia into his kingdom. Through this I saw that God can heal and soften the hardest of hearts. &amp;nbsp;Please keep Virginia in your prayers.&amp;nbsp; Her family has been involved with drugs in Cancun which can get pretty serious. Pray for her protection and for her continued growth in Christ. Praise Jesus for this salvation! &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmM8qtWclI/AAAAAAAABVU/8Sf6D414Uy4/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmM8qtWclI/AAAAAAAABVU/8Sf6D414Uy4/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Virginia and her friends at the casa hogar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-6659703986322416072?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/6659703986322416072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=6659703986322416072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6659703986322416072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6659703986322416072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/12/virginia-god-heals-hardest-heart.html' title='Virginia- God heals the hardest heart'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TQmM8qtWclI/AAAAAAAABVU/8Sf6D414Uy4/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3556244698729270547</id><published>2010-12-07T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:23:33.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at El Retiro Juvenil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;I was privileged to go with a group out to ERJ children’s home the day before Thanksgiving. After a day of work and ropes course events, we came up to the cafeteria to see these friendly faces!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7XqShVjZI/AAAAAAAABTI/nTWCeZW2JGs/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7XqShVjZI/AAAAAAAABTI/nTWCeZW2JGs/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A turkey :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7YILz60YI/AAAAAAAABTQ/81KksUYRZVc/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7YILz60YI/AAAAAAAABTQ/81KksUYRZVc/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pilgrims and a turkey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7X6QkVasI/AAAAAAAABTM/_T6N4Wf1SEc/s1600/IMG_0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7X6QkVasI/AAAAAAAABTM/_T6N4Wf1SEc/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pilgrim, or as Luis told me, "a north American"... I tried to explain to him that he was dressed as a north American from a LONG time ago and that most of us, don't really look like that anymore.... I'm not sure he totally got it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the children were involved in a Thanksgiving play that night. I was touched to see all the hard work put into their costumes. Literally there were at least 3 encargadas working all day on the costumes. I remember my mom spending days making Indian outfits, or pioneer costumes for me and my brothers and sisters.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It was beautiful to see these kids getting the same treatment from their caretakers.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;One thing I love about ERJ is that the directors and caretakers really treat the kids as their own. The costumes were well-made and very detailed and the kids were having the time of their lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7431c886e709a173" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7431c886e709a173%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9E06ED8CC66873C8577179B7E926649DCB74FD.155E0124E028990AEE28CDBFDB25DD8A192A9373%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7431c886e709a173%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIO2Y8-bjYY1q4-fD_ekwIxWWXG0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7431c886e709a173%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9E06ED8CC66873C8577179B7E926649DCB74FD.155E0124E028990AEE28CDBFDB25DD8A192A9373%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7431c886e709a173%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIO2Y8-bjYY1q4-fD_ekwIxWWXG0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-3556244698729270547?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/3556244698729270547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=3556244698729270547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3556244698729270547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3556244698729270547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-at-el-retiro-juvenil.html' title='Thanksgiving at El Retiro Juvenil'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7XqShVjZI/AAAAAAAABTI/nTWCeZW2JGs/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7724683298084411746</id><published>2010-12-07T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:53:14.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in the Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Thanksgiving was a joyous time in the Rio this year! We were accompanied by a wonderful group of mothers and daughters from Columbus. We really wanted to talk to the people about giving thanks to God for the things that they DO have and the many things God has blessed them with. Often the focus of the people in the Rio is on their needs, their insufficiencies, or the things they are “faulta,” as we say in Spanish. &amp;nbsp;We wanted this day to be a day when the people we minister to put their sights on God and thank Him for the things they do have… life, health, family, friends, etc. … for in fact, He has given them many things! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;To help the women and children count their blessings I designed a “Thanksgiving Tree.” Each person wrote on a leaf what they were thankful for that year and stuck it up on the tree. It was a great time to count our blessings together and focus our attention on God who fulfills all our needs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;The afternoon was spent playing with the kids and making fleece blankets with the women. What a great way to celebrate Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RYYkbj4I/AAAAAAAABSs/6tvoJbG8bU4/s1600/IMG_0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RYYkbj4I/AAAAAAAABSs/6tvoJbG8bU4/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Putting up leaves on the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7Su4XeYII/AAAAAAAABTE/Xb9Zn87hqrg/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7Su4XeYII/AAAAAAAABTE/Xb9Zn87hqrg/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RkfUKIeI/AAAAAAAABSw/qWSiMAnTvcA/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RkfUKIeI/AAAAAAAABSw/qWSiMAnTvcA/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Thanks God for B2B"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RvWKLTZI/AAAAAAAABS0/ylXOWhZBUyM/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RvWKLTZI/AAAAAAAABS0/ylXOWhZBUyM/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" Thanks God for having guided me up till here and for giving me some brothers in Christ Jesus.&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me wisdom and intelligence for everything or almost everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father - Benny"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7R3vro2jI/AAAAAAAABS4/rXV3EE6-LfA/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7R3vro2jI/AAAAAAAABS4/rXV3EE6-LfA/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Thank you God for... (a truck)"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7R_1cbFsI/AAAAAAAABS8/uDemo3TJIWg/s1600/IMG_0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7R_1cbFsI/AAAAAAAABS8/uDemo3TJIWg/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating delicious Mole made from scratch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7SJUf0ThI/AAAAAAAABTA/qHv4YXtugbM/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7SJUf0ThI/AAAAAAAABTA/qHv4YXtugbM/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making blankets with the ladies!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7724683298084411746?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7724683298084411746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7724683298084411746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7724683298084411746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7724683298084411746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-in-rio.html' title='Thanksgiving in the Rio'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TP7RYYkbj4I/AAAAAAAABSs/6tvoJbG8bU4/s72-c/IMG_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3443824440089259705</id><published>2010-11-19T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:33:56.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we be Thankful for Poverty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember as a child sitting around the Thanksgiving table with my family and all of us taking a turn to say what we were thankful for. The common things mentioned were family, friends, warm house, clothes, and it never failed that someone was thankful for turkey! We always mentioned the things that we had and gave thanks for those things. In my mind I would compare myself with someone who didn’t have the possession&amp;nbsp;or positions I did, and sincerely thank God that He had chosen to give those things to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;After working closely with the people in the Rio for over a year, my thoughts on giving thanks have changed a bit. It is easy to look at poverty and feel sympathy, pity, and guilt about what we have and what they don’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, have we ever thought that poverty could be a thing to give thanks for in and of itself? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TOYZSrdRYWI/AAAAAAAABSo/06SrRaZQfIA/s1600/1+%2528132%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TOYZSrdRYWI/AAAAAAAABSo/06SrRaZQfIA/s320/1+%2528132%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A family in the Rio.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Poverty is “the state of one with insufficient resources” (Merriam-Webster). It is the knowledge that you can’t take care of yourself and your family on your own. With poverty come dependence and humility and the deep realization that you need help, that you can’t satisfy your own needs. Many times we look on poverty through our self-sufficient lenses and are disgusted by it. However isn’t humility and dependence on God to satisfy our needs exactly what our Father in Heaven desires of us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Often, when we have all the material possessions we need the thing we lack is dependence on God. We are able in many ways to provide for our own needs. We don’t really need Him. When we have too much we are tempted to disown our God, forget about Him and say “Who is the Lord?” (Prov. 30:9). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;In Matthew 5 Jesus says, “Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” ‘Blessed’ is a word that means so much more than happiness. It means a spiritual joy and well-being. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Oh how much eternal joy a person has whose spirit is dependent on God and humbled before Him!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Recently I was talking to a Mexican friend who experienced a severe time of financial need before coming to serve with Back2Back. His told me stories of walking 4 miles to get to school because he couldn’t pay for a bus ticket and about how he and his sisters would go to bed early at night because it helped them forget about the pain in their gnawing stomachs. “That time was hard,” he said, “But I wouldn’t trade what I learned for anything. During those years I saw the Lord’s provision for me in ways I never could have dreamed.” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He then went on to tell story after story of the miraculous ways his Father in heaven provided him with food, clothing, school supplies, etc. Stories of people calling and inviting him and his sisters to eat the day they ran out of food, others dropping by with bags of groceries right when they weren’t sure what they would have for dinner, stories of finding the materials he needed for school laying on the side of the road. As a result of his poverty, the man’s faith in God is unlike any I have seen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;The Kingdom of God is about the least being the greatest, the last being first, and the weak being strong so that ultimately the Lord is glorified. We can praise God for weakness, humility, and poverty when it causes us to be dependent on Him and when it builds in us a testimony of His faithfulness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Are there ways in which you can thank God for poverty this Thanksgiving? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-3443824440089259705?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/3443824440089259705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=3443824440089259705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3443824440089259705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3443824440089259705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-we-be-thankful-for-poverty.html' title='Can we be Thankful for Poverty?'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TOYZSrdRYWI/AAAAAAAABSo/06SrRaZQfIA/s72-c/1+%2528132%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-2042982118850879969</id><published>2010-11-08T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:50:37.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home J.J. !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiLqP_FZjI/AAAAAAAABSE/cveFH1ewhLY/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiLqP_FZjI/AAAAAAAABSE/cveFH1ewhLY/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday J.J. Lail was welcomed back to Monterrey, Mexico by this happy crowd of B2B staff and teens at the airport! J.J, a fellow staff member, has been fighting jaw cancer for the past few months and had to go back home to Ohio for surgery and radiation. Four months later he is back with us in Monterrey ready to continue the journey here! We praise God for J.J.'s return and continue to pray for whole recovery to his body!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-2042982118850879969?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/2042982118850879969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=2042982118850879969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2042982118850879969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/2042982118850879969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-home-jj.html' title='Welcome Home J.J. !!!!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiLqP_FZjI/AAAAAAAABSE/cveFH1ewhLY/s72-c/IMG_0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7852867351416824488</id><published>2010-11-08T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:44:10.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You for our Rio Servants</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiDt-FiMsI/AAAAAAAABRw/k8AbuC0hOZU/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiDt-FiMsI/AAAAAAAABRw/k8AbuC0hOZU/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meme with her children (and&amp;nbsp;spouses) and grandchildren at Santa Lucia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a great day it was about a week ago, when Cathy Huffer and I took some of our Rio friends out for the day! Meme has been serving faithfully at the Rio soup kitchen for several years. She cooks, cleans, sings, preaches... does whatever she needs to to serve the Lord and love the people. About a year ago another woman from the area, Anita, began faithfully volunteering her time at the soup kitchen each week. Anita has been a huge blessing to Meme and to us! She arrives early every Saturday to help with the cooking which takes quite a load off of Meme's shoulders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We wanted to thank these ladies for their faithful service, so Cathy and I organized a trip for&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;families to a local park for a picnic and boat ride. &amp;nbsp;Santa Lucia is right in the downtown part of Monterrey. It is a beautiful river with parks and swing sets beside it. It is similar to the San Antonio river walk and passes right through the center of the city. Meme is forty-something and has lived most of her life in Monterrey. This would be her first time ever to Santa Lucia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So two Sundays ago we loaded up two suburbans with fried chicken, tortillas, and 16 people and headed out for the day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiDt-FiMsI/AAAAAAAABRw/k8AbuC0hOZU/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiEeqiVNxI/AAAAAAAABR8/9Brjai33-ig/s1600/IMG_0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiEeqiVNxI/AAAAAAAABR8/9Brjai33-ig/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anita and her children.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids and adults loved the play sets in the park, the fountains, and boat ride. It was fun for me to see them enjoying themselves so much. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiD-z6uYaI/AAAAAAAABR0/2usIdJvVbAQ/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiD-z6uYaI/AAAAAAAABR0/2usIdJvVbAQ/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mariana playing on the swing set.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiER5UKFVI/AAAAAAAABR4/dX3P1goBNOA/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiER5UKFVI/AAAAAAAABR4/dX3P1goBNOA/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us before the boat ride!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiEwtbgIYI/AAAAAAAABSA/V-j4ck-ijsc/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiEwtbgIYI/AAAAAAAABSA/V-j4ck-ijsc/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five fascinated girls on the boat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We are truly thankful for the service these families give into&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own community! It is hard work each week but both Anita and Meme faithfully show up to serve at the soup kitchen. It was a pleasure to bless these families with just a tiny taste of our gratitude, but we all know that the best reward will be when they hear&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;Heavenly Father say, "Well done good and faithful servants!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7852867351416824488?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7852867351416824488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7852867351416824488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7852867351416824488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7852867351416824488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-for-our-rio-servants.html' title='A Thank You for our Rio Servants'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNiDt-FiMsI/AAAAAAAABRw/k8AbuC0hOZU/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8175908393349004143</id><published>2010-11-02T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:59:19.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boys :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNCleCysURI/AAAAAAAABRs/N0BO2d2l0Gg/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNCleCysURI/AAAAAAAABRs/N0BO2d2l0Gg/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had to put this picture up on the blog because it makes me chuckle! These are little boys from Rio3 having the time of their lives :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8175908393349004143?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8175908393349004143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8175908393349004143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8175908393349004143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8175908393349004143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-boys.html' title='Little Boys :)'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TNCleCysURI/AAAAAAAABRs/N0BO2d2l0Gg/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7926341536713963429</id><published>2010-10-27T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:45:34.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Development</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Over the past several months the Lord has brought a young girl across my path named Lucero who lives in the Rio. &amp;nbsp;Lucero is 14 and two months ago gave birth to Jesus Calet.&amp;nbsp;(I wrote an earlier post about her baby's birth.) During her pregnancy I was able to pray with Lucero and encourage her often. When Jesus Calet was close to two months old Lucero and her husband (16 years old) came to the soup kitchen for a birthday party and tried to feed their precious baby cake! As I talked to them I found out that they had tried feeding him rice and given him tastes of coffee as well!!! Don't get me wrong, these parents love&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;baby, just honestly have no idea about baby care and development. I arranged a time to meet with them and then went home to look up all sorts of information in Spanish on baby development.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next week I was able to sit down with mom and dad and talk about what 2 month old babies can and can't do, what they can and can't eat, etc. We talked through developmental stages for the first few months, healthy eating habits, how to prepare a bottle, and how to relieve gas and constipation in a little guy. Jesus Calet has been having constipation problems since he was born, so praise be to God, I was able to show them how to do different tummy massages, bicycle legs, and give the advice of a warm bath to help him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In my last semester of college I happened to take a class where I could shadow a Help Me Grow worker in order to skip the final. I shadowed the worker for 2 weeks. During those two weeks we went to homes of teenage moms and poverty stricken girls who had at risk babies to help educate them on child development and baby massage. I had NO idea how much this would come in handy! I LOVE the Lord!!! I love that He prepares us in advance for what He has for us to do. He can use EVERYTHING and I&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;has a purpose for everything that happens in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This past Saturday Lucero came up to me at the soup kitchen, very excited. She told me that she has been doing the things I taught her to help Jesus Calet with his tummy and that it had worked! Excitement and relief were written all over her face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Praise Jesus for His wisdom and understanding! I loved the time I got to spend with Lucero and her husband educating them about babies... it felt exactily like a hand in a glove for me. I'm praying about what other opportunites the Lord has for me in this arena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdnQdtCKII/AAAAAAAABRI/l8cgwIGU6xE/s1600/DSCN0495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdnQdtCKII/AAAAAAAABRI/l8cgwIGU6xE/s1600/DSCN0495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian, Lucero, and myself reading and talking about baby development.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7926341536713963429?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7926341536713963429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7926341536713963429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7926341536713963429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7926341536713963429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-development.html' title='Baby Development'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdnQdtCKII/AAAAAAAABRI/l8cgwIGU6xE/s72-c/DSCN0495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3251923206695994607</id><published>2010-10-26T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:30:06.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times at Rio 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been able to spend some more time recently out at Rio 3. There are many more kids and people who live out there than at Rio 1. Here are some pics from my time out there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdefnBMhGI/AAAAAAAABQs/EV5Z4aSRd3M/s1600/DSCN0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdefnBMhGI/AAAAAAAABQs/EV5Z4aSRd3M/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Twister with some of the girls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdezUGvu9I/AAAAAAAABQw/VH_c_Dl_Uhk/s1600/DSCN0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdezUGvu9I/AAAAAAAABQw/VH_c_Dl_Uhk/s320/DSCN0402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching a cement truck pour a load for a new floor in the church.&lt;br /&gt;Boys are boys no matter where they live!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMde8rIw3nI/AAAAAAAABQ0/BFhBOwQHmDI/s1600/IMG_0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMde8rIw3nI/AAAAAAAABQ0/BFhBOwQHmDI/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Registering women and children to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That day we had 130 patients seen by a medical team.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdhjCPnKnI/AAAAAAAABRA/qqXGu7kUy7s/s1600/DSCN0431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdhjCPnKnI/AAAAAAAABRA/qqXGu7kUy7s/s320/DSCN0431.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jorge, my little friend :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdh5Il38uI/AAAAAAAABRE/EaEsT6kOSSQ/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdh5Il38uI/AAAAAAAABRE/EaEsT6kOSSQ/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A local doctor who joined the medical brigade that day!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-3251923206695994607?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/3251923206695994607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=3251923206695994607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3251923206695994607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3251923206695994607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-times-at-rio-3.html' title='Good Times at Rio 3'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdefnBMhGI/AAAAAAAABQs/EV5Z4aSRd3M/s72-c/DSCN0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-604247719529895755</id><published>2010-10-26T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:41:31.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Boy and a Multi-Colored Pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdM3pgUCiI/AAAAAAAABQo/xcH0kCz5ifI/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdM3pgUCiI/AAAAAAAABQo/xcH0kCz5ifI/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ricardo and the multi-colored pen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A couple weeks ago I was praying before I went out for the day with a team from the states. In my prayer time I poured out the the Lord my desire to connect that day. It is easy for me to get into the "management mode". I can run and direct a group of people all day without really connecting with a single child that we are minsitering to. It is easy for me to slip into a &amp;nbsp;heart attitude of managing instead of a heart attitude of ministering. That morning I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to submit my day to Him and to live the day conscious of the people he had placed around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we took the group to a children's home called Del Norte. As the Americans began playing soccer and&amp;nbsp;jump rope&amp;nbsp;with the kids, I noticed a little boy sitting off to the side of the soccer field, head down. I walked over and tried to initiate conversation with him, but he wanted none of me. So I sat down, rubbed his back, and watched the soccer match next to him. A few moments later a stray ball beaned the child right in the head. He started wailing! Trying to avoid any more stray balls, I scooped Ricardo up and walked with him around the corner of the children's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If there is one thing I have learned from nannying and having younger siblings it is what my dad calls "the art of distraction". I knew Ricardo was not seriously hurt, just having a bad day and needed to be distracted from it all. What could I do? I had my backpack with me so for the time being I tried to interest Ricardo in the backpack... what could be inside? Was there something special? Would he like to see?... in the back of my mind I was thinking, "Dear Jesus, please let there be something cool in here. I didn't put anything cool in there this morning... but you do&amp;nbsp;miracles, right?" We opened up the backpack and by the grace of God found one of those mulit-colored pens, the kind that has the little tabs at the top that you can push down to change the color. Ricardo was fascinated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Ricardo had colored up nearly 10 pages in a notebook I had! I began to see how creative this little boy was. Ricardo is about four years old I think. He has some developmental problems that effect his speech and his attention, however his creativity is out of this world. I wish I could show you the pictures that he drew! There were houses, pools, and, my favorite, a shark. Soon Ricardo found a jump rope one of the others had discarded. In moments we were rock stars singing into the&amp;nbsp;handle&amp;nbsp;as a microphone. Bored with the pages he had colored, and the "microphone" Ricardo, and another boy who had joined us, began making different styles of paper planes... super creative and super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time I realized that we had been there&amp;nbsp;playing&amp;nbsp;together for well over an hour. Ricardo was happy, as were the other chidlren who had gathered around us. I was thankful that we had enough staff working that day that I could sit down and love on this little boy who was having a bad day. How many bad days go by for Ricardo, in which there is no one to sit down with and pull pens out of backpacks, color pictures of sharks, or sing into jump ropes? I was&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to be Christ's hands and feet to this little 4 year old that day. To show him that he mattered and that he was worth investing in. I was also thankful for the Holy Spirit's&amp;nbsp;prompting&amp;nbsp;that morning to keep my eyes open for how He wanted to use me... never had I thought it would be through a little boy and a multi-colored pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdMpeKlwmI/AAAAAAAABQg/REnGXSrtiNY/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdMpeKlwmI/AAAAAAAABQg/REnGXSrtiNY/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ricardo and myself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdMhttC3PI/AAAAAAAABQc/v5N6jg3Lvr4/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdMhttC3PI/AAAAAAAABQc/v5N6jg3Lvr4/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with the camera, trying to get a self-portrait.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdMwS0iAJI/AAAAAAAABQk/_zemky9FGF8/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdMwS0iAJI/AAAAAAAABQk/_zemky9FGF8/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ricardo and Elvis playing around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-604247719529895755?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/604247719529895755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=604247719529895755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/604247719529895755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/604247719529895755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-boy-and-multi-colored-pen.html' title='A Little Boy and a Multi-Colored Pen'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdM3pgUCiI/AAAAAAAABQo/xcH0kCz5ifI/s72-c/IMG_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-8099972711999118204</id><published>2010-10-26T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:44:14.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebas the Cook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sebas is a teen who lives on our campus and is a part of the Hope Program. He grew up in children's home about 6 hours outside Monterrey. Thankfully he has been supported to go to one of top culinary schools in Monterrey. Earlier this month his school had a exhibition in which the students researched traditional foods from each state in Mexico, set up booths, decorated, and represented that state at a fair. Cheque and I were invited to go and try some of the food that Sebas and his classmates had prepared. I can honestly say that there was not one thing I tried and did not like! Sebas is a talented cook. I'm excited for the&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;that lie ahead for him :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdB1J4GQEI/AAAAAAAABP8/i_1a_WNc0PI/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdB1J4GQEI/AAAAAAAABP8/i_1a_WNc0PI/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque, Sebas, and myself standing outside Sebas' "Puebla" booth at the fair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAUVftBkI/AAAAAAAABPg/OxNLEXLSHMo/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAUVftBkI/AAAAAAAABPg/OxNLEXLSHMo/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebas' classmates outside the booth they made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdB1J4GQEI/AAAAAAAABP8/i_1a_WNc0PI/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAe01PEQI/AAAAAAAABPk/rZjNlQG197Y/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAe01PEQI/AAAAAAAABPk/rZjNlQG197Y/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet gorditas from Puebla... very tasty!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAoFeT68I/AAAAAAAABPo/LqfVfYktJzg/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAoFeT68I/AAAAAAAABPo/LqfVfYktJzg/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiles en nogadas, the main dish Sebas' team prepared. Sebas was in charge of the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;rice,&amp;nbsp;and let me tell you, it was super good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAvoW7qOI/AAAAAAAABPs/3WmAJhfpE-0/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdAvoW7qOI/AAAAAAAABPs/3WmAJhfpE-0/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the chef with his food!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdA4Ks1IpI/AAAAAAAABPw/t9JGhIuGjjc/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdA4Ks1IpI/AAAAAAAABPw/t9JGhIuGjjc/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dish from another booth. It is a stuffed fruit that tasted like apple pie! yum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdBAyUK9uI/AAAAAAAABP0/ytG8LgnKXF8/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdBAyUK9uI/AAAAAAAABP0/ytG8LgnKXF8/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and I before we try one of the many weird foods we encountered that day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdLk_lBfvI/AAAAAAAABQY/-U6-0-aGZnU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdLk_lBfvI/AAAAAAAABQY/-U6-0-aGZnU/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becca and I trying Sopes topped with dried crickets... yum?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-8099972711999118204?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/8099972711999118204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=8099972711999118204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8099972711999118204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/8099972711999118204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/10/sebas-is-teen-who-lives-on-our-campus.html' title='Sebas the Cook!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TMdB1J4GQEI/AAAAAAAABP8/i_1a_WNc0PI/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-1846996082398821115</id><published>2010-09-25T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:50:16.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Family in the Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few weeks ago a new family of 7 entered the doors of the soup kitchen in the Rio. One glance and one sniff told us that this family was in need of help. Mom, Virginia, is younger than myself and has 5 little kids. The oldest is 9 and the youngest (a set of twins) are 2. Virgina, her husband, and children had moved into a shack with her mom after being unable to pay rent for their own place. Their house is smaller than most kitchens and houses 9 people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After seeing the children arrive at the soup kitchen on Saturday dressed in school uniforms (because they didn't have other clothes) and smelling as though they had worn the same uniform the whole week, I realized that we needed to help. A few days later I dropped off several bags of clothing and toiletries and loaded kids, mom, and grandma into my car to go school shopping. Thanks to a donor we had money to buy the oldest kids new uniforms, school shoes, and notebooks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think the best part for the kids was just riding in my car! They laughed the whole time :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRuXwIsBI/AAAAAAAABOs/ffWej1HoqDo/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRuXwIsBI/AAAAAAAABOs/ffWej1HoqDo/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family and Meme outside thier home.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRTiN_iVI/AAAAAAAABOU/5J4fQSLIcY4/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRTiN_iVI/AAAAAAAABOU/5J4fQSLIcY4/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twins in the cart while their brothers and sister try on shoes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRuXwIsBI/AAAAAAAABOs/ffWej1HoqDo/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRb2zYbSI/AAAAAAAABOc/4EgztEhLGFI/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRb2zYbSI/AAAAAAAABOc/4EgztEhLGFI/s400/IMG_0034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three beautiful children with three beautiful new pairs of shoes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRTiN_iVI/AAAAAAAABOU/5J4fQSLIcY4/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRjdCf5kI/AAAAAAAABOk/oolfBrvqm_w/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRjdCf5kI/AAAAAAAABOk/oolfBrvqm_w/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Francisco, Joanna, and Brian with&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;newly purchased school supplies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRb2zYbSI/AAAAAAAABOc/4EgztEhLGFI/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't really realize how much in need this family was until one day when the grandma asked me if we had any dishes they could have. I'm used to families from the Rio asking for money and honestly thought that was what she was going to say when she pulled me aside. I went to their home later that week and saw that the kids were drinking out of pieces of plastic coke bottles! The b2b staff pulled together as well as some donors and we were able to supply them with cups, plates, silverware, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By God's grace I have had many interactions with the family, including prayer and a sharing of the gospel with them! Please keep them in your prayers! Currently we are trying to get them connected to the government resources that are available to them as well as trying so satisfy some of their basic needs. Things with families in poverty are always sticky... please pray for me to have wisdom and discernment to know what to do and what not to do, how to help, but not enable, to know the truth and discern the lie. It is for families like this one that we, as B2B, have a Rio ministry. Virginia is a prime candidate to take her children to a children's home&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of difficulties in providing for them. Pray for her and her husband! Pray for these children! Pray for me and the other B2B workers as we seek the Lord on what to do! He is faithful! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-1846996082398821115?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/1846996082398821115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=1846996082398821115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/1846996082398821115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/1846996082398821115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-family-in-rio.html' title='The New Family in the Rio'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfRuXwIsBI/AAAAAAAABOs/ffWej1HoqDo/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3748202935840743895</id><published>2010-09-25T18:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:10:17.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Armor of God (La Armadura de Dios)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We just finished a unit on the Armor of God with the kids in the Rio. Once again I was amazed by how much they learned and remembered. Several of the girls could recite the memory verse and almost all of the kids could name the parts of the armor and what they signified! This is HUGE considering how much energy and attention these kids have to spend on just mere survival. One of the highlights for the kids was a plastic armor set that got donated. I printed off the names of the armor in Spanish and taped them to each piece. They loved it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPn58vubI/AAAAAAAABN8/sN7u_7-bDUc/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPn58vubI/AAAAAAAABN8/sN7u_7-bDUc/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian displaying the Armor of God&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPzXT2LaI/AAAAAAAABOE/Bc-_PhVDch8/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPzXT2LaI/AAAAAAAABOE/Bc-_PhVDch8/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our class ranging in ages from 3-12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPn58vubI/AAAAAAAABN8/sN7u_7-bDUc/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfP-Il8UwI/AAAAAAAABOM/2CvrxChchXo/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfP-Il8UwI/AAAAAAAABOM/2CvrxChchXo/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids with&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;shields of faith!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPzXT2LaI/AAAAAAAABOE/Bc-_PhVDch8/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-3748202935840743895?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/3748202935840743895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=3748202935840743895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3748202935840743895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/3748202935840743895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/09/armor-of-god-la-armadura-de-dios.html' title='The Armor of God (La Armadura de Dios)'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJfPn58vubI/AAAAAAAABN8/sN7u_7-bDUc/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-6322663573076749852</id><published>2010-09-20T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:04:48.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Oxford (sorry backtracking a bit!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In August I was blessed with a trip back home to support raise and visit family and friends. Cheque got to come back with me which was such a huge answer to prayer! He got to visit the States for the first time, met tons of you all, got to hang out with my family, went to several churches with me to speak, and just got to get to know this part of who I am... it was a GREAT trip! The Lord was faithful and provided time for me to meet with some of my most favorite people! He provided the opportunity to share at 3 different churches and some time to just relax and enjoy my family. Here are some pictures from my two weeks at home. It was great to see you guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe0-g2CprI/AAAAAAAABMs/SLxN8g1yRs8/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe0-g2CprI/AAAAAAAABMs/SLxN8g1yRs8/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheque and myself with Kelly in Kofenya!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1bFEpydI/AAAAAAAABNE/ur-rojjJKys/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1bFEpydI/AAAAAAAABNE/ur-rojjJKys/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a trip to Cincy area without Graeters?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe0-g2CprI/AAAAAAAABMs/SLxN8g1yRs8/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1jTzREfI/AAAAAAAABNM/xcW-jLNrX74/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1jTzREfI/AAAAAAAABNM/xcW-jLNrX74/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overlook of Cincinnati&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1bFEpydI/AAAAAAAABNE/ur-rojjJKys/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1uKGtOuI/AAAAAAAABNU/NXd1cGwptkc/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1uKGtOuI/AAAAAAAABNU/NXd1cGwptkc/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spending time with family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1jTzREfI/AAAAAAAABNM/xcW-jLNrX74/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe13HMwmpI/AAAAAAAABNc/sDS-TPmGAfw/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe13HMwmpI/AAAAAAAABNc/sDS-TPmGAfw/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are hanging out with my good friends Nick and Karen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe1uKGtOuI/AAAAAAAABNU/NXd1cGwptkc/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe13HMwmpI/AAAAAAAABNc/sDS-TPmGAfw/s1600/IMG_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe2RzJXKKI/AAAAAAAABN0/d5_pDK3xHdo/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe2RzJXKKI/AAAAAAAABN0/d5_pDK3xHdo/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe2JQwPbYI/AAAAAAAABNs/30CtVVKiLU8/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-6322663573076749852?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/6322663573076749852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=6322663573076749852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6322663573076749852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/6322663573076749852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-to-oxford-sorry-backtracking-bit.html' title='Trip to Oxford (sorry backtracking a bit!)'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJe0-g2CprI/AAAAAAAABMs/SLxN8g1yRs8/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3473170967117042804</id><published>2010-09-20T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:03:47.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message From the Kids in the Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;For weeks the streets of Monterrey have shimmered red, white, and green as vendors have displayed their flags, t-shirts, streamers, and noisemakers on the sides of the roads.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Monterrey has been a bustle of activity with concerts, plays, and movies about the bicentennial of Mexico’s independence from Spain and the centennial celebration of the Mexican revolution.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;September 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2010 was quite a day in Mexico!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;For Back2Back our festivities started at Casa Hogar Douglas. Staff, children, encargadas, and two American groups gathered in the CHD courtyard dressed in red, white, and green, ready for the ceremony and celebration! Several of the older children, dressed in uniform, marched the Mexican flag into the center of the courtyard for the anthem to be sung. Then Daniela, from Douglas, led the children in the student promise to the flag. Together as a community we sang the state of Nuevo Leon anthem and waited for the climax of it all, “El Grito”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Traditionally the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September is referred to as “El Grito”(the cry).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Two hundred years ago in the village of Dolores (near to Mexico City) on September 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; at 11:00pm a priest named Miguel Hidalgo gave the shout to the people to take up arms and fight for Mexico’s independence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This started the 11 years of war with Spain for what is now the country of Mexico. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;In independence day celebrations traditionally the mayor or governor of the town will give the cry to the people just as Hidalgo did many years ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At Casa Hogar Douglas one of our teens and member of the Hope Program, Leo, dressed in traditional “charro” costume gave the historic cry to the children, B2B staff, and group members participating with us. All around echoed the response to each phrase Leo spoke, “Viva Mexico!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Viva Mexico!” “Viva Mexico! With excitement high, Casa Hogar Douglas director, Pastor Javiar, stood up and spoke to all those standing there about how as believers we are called “the city of God” and how the greatest independence we have is that of freedom and liberty that is found in Christ. Together as a community we thanked God for the freedom and grace he has showered on us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;The rest of the evening was celebrated with a Mexican buffet and a carnival for the children! Little red, white, and green bodies were everywhere as they waited for their turn to play games, eat tacos, and win prizes! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Later that night we put on a special event for our teenagers in the Hope Program. We celebrated their country’s heritage with them with a decorated palapa, pina coladas, and the events in downtown Mexico City projected on the big screen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Together at 11:00pm we watched President Calderon give the grito shout from the Zocalo and the amazing festivities happening in Mexico City. We also had the fun of shooting off our own fireworks from the top of a teen home! The teens loved it, as did the staff! We finished with salsa dancing into the night. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;It was amazing to experience Mexico’s bicentennial here in the country and even more exciting to celebrate with the children and teens such an important part of their heritage. Viva Mexico!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekmThSukI/AAAAAAAABLk/VmsFefOXzrA/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekmThSukI/AAAAAAAABLk/VmsFefOXzrA/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids at Casa Hogar Douglas dressed in traditional costume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekSapaXqI/AAAAAAAABLc/9V0WmsnenpM/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekSapaXqI/AAAAAAAABLc/9V0WmsnenpM/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flag ceremony at CHD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekmThSukI/AAAAAAAABLk/VmsFefOXzrA/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJek8VzBvSI/AAAAAAAABLs/3EqI9R6kj4I/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJek8VzBvSI/AAAAAAAABLs/3EqI9R6kj4I/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leo and myself!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekSapaXqI/AAAAAAAABLc/9V0WmsnenpM/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJelHlE2UCI/AAAAAAAABL0/vYGEhw_T8Bg/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJelHlE2UCI/AAAAAAAABL0/vYGEhw_T8Bg/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viva Mexico!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJek8VzBvSI/AAAAAAAABLs/3EqI9R6kj4I/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJelTtbVNmI/AAAAAAAABL8/J3Aw26H6uSE/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJelTtbVNmI/AAAAAAAABL8/J3Aw26H6uSE/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of our Mexican buffet.. yum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJelHlE2UCI/AAAAAAAABL0/vYGEhw_T8Bg/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemCijqSnI/AAAAAAAABMM/B3jg_QrCq8M/s1600/IMG_9559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemCijqSnI/AAAAAAAABMM/B3jg_QrCq8M/s320/IMG_9559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJelTtbVNmI/AAAAAAAABL8/J3Aw26H6uSE/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemQpoPN_I/AAAAAAAABMU/tQA4AbXjklw/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemQpoPN_I/AAAAAAAABMU/tQA4AbXjklw/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Virgin pina coladas for all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemCijqSnI/AAAAAAAABMM/B3jg_QrCq8M/s1600/IMG_9559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemffd_CqI/AAAAAAAABMc/cOMIY0a9u8k/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemffd_CqI/AAAAAAAABMc/cOMIY0a9u8k/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big screen in the palapa with Mexico City events.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemQpoPN_I/AAAAAAAABMU/tQA4AbXjklw/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemkAarLwI/AAAAAAAABMk/4nAsn7IgLPs/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemkAarLwI/AAAAAAAABMk/4nAsn7IgLPs/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fireworks we shot off... pretty cool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJemffd_CqI/AAAAAAAABMc/cOMIY0a9u8k/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67d4180535fabda1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67d4180535fabda1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B25CBFC50CF014F3DD97D38FC7E292625CCDB40.5DD4B6592792F839BF671F579A5509422430A667%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67d4180535fabda1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWd6UmV2uco5ypw4hO1blvNghLM0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67d4180535fabda1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B25CBFC50CF014F3DD97D38FC7E292625CCDB40.5DD4B6592792F839BF671F579A5509422430A667%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67d4180535fabda1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWd6UmV2uco5ypw4hO1blvNghLM0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Leo giving the "Grito" at CHD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5921014725767599547?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5921014725767599547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5921014725767599547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5921014725767599547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5921014725767599547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/09/mexico-celebrates-200-years-of.html' title='Mexico Celebrates 200 Years of Independence!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TJekmThSukI/AAAAAAAABLk/VmsFefOXzrA/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-5341381133703453459</id><published>2010-08-30T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:07:23.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monse Turns 7</title><content type='html'>My little friend,&amp;nbsp; Monse, turns 7 on Saturday!!! Monse has come to our soup kitchen children’s classes for the past few years. This past year specifically I have begun to build a relationship with her. Monse comes from a troubled and very impoverished &amp;nbsp;home in the Rio and it has been made obvious that she needs positive attention! She often acts up in our Sunday school class and has a hard time obeying. Today I took Monse out, just her and I, to celebrate her 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday! First, we went to a local store for her to pick out a birthday gift. She had been telling me since last Saturday that what she really wanted was a backpack with wheels because her books for school are just “too heavy.” Her neighbor told me that she often sees Monse dragging her bag down the dirt road. We looked in 4 stores for a backpack with wheels but had to settle for a normal backpack and a “backpack cart” to pull it on because we couldn’t find anything else.&amp;nbsp; She was VERY excited! After shopping we went to McDonalds to play and eat. She had the time of her life! Monse prayed for the meal (the first time I have heard her pray) and while she has munching on her hamburger I was able to speak some truth into her life about who she is and the big plans God has for her. Monse told me that she knows God is powerful and that she remembers the lessons we are teaching about the Armor of God, specifically about the shield of faith and the sword of the Spirit. She also told me that one day she would like to be a doctor. I encouraged her that she could do that because she is very smart and talented. &amp;nbsp;I dropped Monse off at her home. She put her school books into her new backpack, and wheeled off to school as happy as could be. It is so fun to be able to bless Monse and pour into her. I am hoping to be able to take her out more often than just her birthday. Please continue to keep this precious girl in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuufkIz4I/AAAAAAAABKE/Xu_GPlySeHU/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuufkIz4I/AAAAAAAABKE/Xu_GPlySeHU/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse with her newly purchased backpack&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuqbliM-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/YJcY1Ta57oc/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuqbliM-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/YJcY1Ta57oc/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse, Ronald, and Me celebrating!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuufkIz4I/AAAAAAAABKE/Xu_GPlySeHU/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuoWimo3I/AAAAAAAABJs/fUgJrXArjWM/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuoWimo3I/AAAAAAAABJs/fUgJrXArjWM/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying a hamburger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxwD1DMSsI/AAAAAAAABKU/84vG0J2shBE/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxwD1DMSsI/AAAAAAAABKU/84vG0J2shBE/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the play land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxwSNp48SI/AAAAAAAABKk/34S7Snh3cFA/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxwSNp48SI/AAAAAAAABKk/34S7Snh3cFA/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Self&amp;nbsp;portrait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxulOg4_sI/AAAAAAAABJk/q-WEutxxh_0/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxulOg4_sI/AAAAAAAABJk/q-WEutxxh_0/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monse in front of her house, ready for school!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-5341381133703453459?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/5341381133703453459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=5341381133703453459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5341381133703453459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/5341381133703453459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/08/monse-turns-7.html' title='Monse Turns 7'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxuufkIz4I/AAAAAAAABKE/Xu_GPlySeHU/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-4250487671635451838</id><published>2010-08-30T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:51:02.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World, Kalet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs65A8tiI/AAAAAAAABJE/FDqWtul2Eqo/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs65A8tiI/AAAAAAAABJE/FDqWtul2Eqo/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Kalet de Jesus was born one week and a half ago to a young girl in the Rio, Lucero. Lucero came to the soup kitchen the day after her baby was born to have him prayed for by the pastor. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have been talking to and praying for Lucero throughout her pregnancy. As a young mom at 14, she had many questions, fears, etc., about the birth, her health, and her relationship with her husband, Brian. Man, was I glad for those child development classes in college! I have been able to pass on what I know about babies and offer up lots of prayers. We have had several good talks about the Lord in all of this which have been good. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Last Saturday I went to visit the baby and his mom and dad and brought them some infant clothes and blankets. Amazing to see such a tiny, perfect baby in a house with dirt floors! His mom seems absolutely in love with him. Please keep praying for Lucero and Brian. They have a lot on their hands and are very young. Please pray for Kalet, for his health and safety.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxtBlR6zRI/AAAAAAAABJc/m78TmnIOHeU/s1600/LGIM0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxtBlR6zRI/AAAAAAAABJc/m78TmnIOHeU/s320/LGIM0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kalet being prayed for at the Soup Kitchen (1 day old).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs_iK4OCI/AAAAAAAABJU/dUZKNWFLeNE/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs_iK4OCI/AAAAAAAABJU/dUZKNWFLeNE/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Kalet (1 week old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs97JaNZI/AAAAAAAABJM/KqTvwjFRT9A/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs97JaNZI/AAAAAAAABJM/KqTvwjFRT9A/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lucero and Kalet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-4250487671635451838?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/4250487671635451838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=4250487671635451838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4250487671635451838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/4250487671635451838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-world-kalet.html' title='Welcome to the World, Kalet!!!'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxs65A8tiI/AAAAAAAABJE/FDqWtul2Eqo/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-7400011957413717305</id><published>2010-08-26T18:02:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:08:55.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer VBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This summer our mission teams were given the opportunity to minister in a new way to the children we serve in Monterrey. Along with the work projects, fieldtrips, and play times we felt led to incorporate Vacation Bible School into our weekly summer schedule. Back in September myself and others began organizing children’s ministry classes in one of the impoverished areas we work with during weekly soup kitchen services. The children loved the lessons and activities and were truly learning the scriptures we were teaching them! After seeing the success of this kind of ministry in the Rio areas, we asked ourselves, “Why not in the children’s homes as well?” For many years the mission teams partnering with B2B have helped the children see and receive the love of Christ through participating in work projects at the homes as well as through personal connections and playtimes with the kids. Now the children also have the opportunity to receive Christ’s love through the direct teaching of the Word of God in a child friendly way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our VBS theme for the summer was “The Fruit of the Spirit.” Each week teams would go out to nearly every children’s home equipped with songs, skits, crafts, and memory verses in order to teach the children about the Holy Spirit. &amp;nbsp;In order to help cross the language barrier, we had nearly 40 Mexican students from 4 local churches sign up to partner with us in the VBS. Each VBS day our United States teams, mixed with local church youth, would together minister to the children. One of B2B’s goals is to partner with the local body of believers in ministry. It was beautiful to see this happen this summer! Through VBS many of the local volunteers formed relationships with the homes and Rio areas we work with and are now going to minister in these places independently from B2B. We are excited about what has happened this summer with the volunteers and where it might lead! As B2B we are committed to help raise up national leaders and ministers!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are praising God for His word that went forth this summer and the many seeds that were planted in children’s hearts all over Monterrey. We are also thankful for the many connections we now have with churches and youth in the city! Hopefully this will be the first of many summer VBS programs to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the videos below for a taste of summer VBS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-649c04ff43095a3f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D649c04ff43095a3f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F5508EDE0A9AD77FAFD047C200C4814CBA45CAE.6A06DC76A97D68469DEE673A0F5A5F952EC445CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D649c04ff43095a3f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQOSli11iLo2XruXITTVjCoNG3II&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D649c04ff43095a3f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F5508EDE0A9AD77FAFD047C200C4814CBA45CAE.6A06DC76A97D68469DEE673A0F5A5F952EC445CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D649c04ff43095a3f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQOSli11iLo2XruXITTVjCoNG3II&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxqkZeVCfI/AAAAAAAABI0/jPXUInTr--0/s1600/IMG_0801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxqkZeVCfI/AAAAAAAABI0/jPXUInTr--0/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kids at the craft table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxqlx2UtfI/AAAAAAAABI8/m56Rv60Xa40/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxqlx2UtfI/AAAAAAAABI8/m56Rv60Xa40/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A US team putting on a skit about the life of Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-7400011957413717305?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/7400011957413717305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=7400011957413717305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7400011957413717305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/7400011957413717305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-vbs.html' title='Summer VBS'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/THxqkZeVCfI/AAAAAAAABI0/jPXUInTr--0/s72-c/IMG_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-1002810049911902610</id><published>2010-08-26T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:42:36.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued Work in Rio 3</title><content type='html'>I wrote and posted pictures several weeks ago about the&amp;nbsp;devastation&amp;nbsp;Hurricane Alex caused in the&amp;nbsp;impoverished&amp;nbsp;community of Rio 3. After the flood swept through, B2B went in (along with many other aid groups in the city) to bring relief. Here are some pictures of relief at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjJv2WgMzI/AAAAAAAABH0/d0nM8IaDUCY/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496865169086624562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjJv2WgMzI/AAAAAAAABH0/d0nM8IaDUCY/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B2B staff teach the women leaders of the Rio3 community how to purify drinking water with PUR packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjJvUN-vGI/AAAAAAAABHs/EVEr84EmNFw/s1600/IMG_1227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496865159924071522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjJvUN-vGI/AAAAAAAABHs/EVEr84EmNFw/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes give away to the Rio 3 women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGZiQ8ULI/AAAAAAAABHk/T6L4-kmucZk/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861487202586802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGZiQ8ULI/AAAAAAAABHk/T6L4-kmucZk/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local government employing people from the Rio community to help with the clean up efforts in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGZE0Xr3I/AAAAAAAABHc/CIAJ3ajTo7U/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861479298117490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGZE0Xr3I/AAAAAAAABHc/CIAJ3ajTo7U/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio 3 children in a newly rebuilt home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGYoXpQgI/AAAAAAAABHU/Z9hCVKZoESQ/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861471661441538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGYoXpQgI/AAAAAAAABHU/Z9hCVKZoESQ/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of hundreds of Rio children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGYKh3U8I/AAAAAAAABHM/fiIEQG0g5F8/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861463651242946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGYKh3U8I/AAAAAAAABHM/fiIEQG0g5F8/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shacks being rebuilt by Rio families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGXmit9uI/AAAAAAAABHE/tTWqlkdvGQU/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496861453991147234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjGXmit9uI/AAAAAAAABHE/tTWqlkdvGQU/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and children in line for food donations and work possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-541877251e06e998" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D541877251e06e998%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D410BC3EEB0D2CE9CD6149F0DEF1FDC6E7FD55C52.5E1DDCA5BB92973DA50C0AB7A30654ABB91B372A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D541877251e06e998%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT4NY7PPKnR7JmrA-e9Pa72BfZCs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D541877251e06e998%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D410BC3EEB0D2CE9CD6149F0DEF1FDC6E7FD55C52.5E1DDCA5BB92973DA50C0AB7A30654ABB91B372A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D541877251e06e998%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT4NY7PPKnR7JmrA-e9Pa72BfZCs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short video I took of Rio 3 right after the hurricane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037574520391344458-1002810049911902610?l=hopeymag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/feeds/1002810049911902610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037574520391344458&amp;postID=1002810049911902610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/1002810049911902610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037574520391344458/posts/default/1002810049911902610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeymag.blogspot.com/2010/08/continued-work-in-rio-3.html' title='Continued Work in Rio 3'/><author><name>hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899187820710347520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/SN3IOW5mWuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2kSDDAgWcrw/S220/Copy+of+20080923_3170.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/TEjJv2WgMzI/AAAAAAAABH0/d0nM8IaDUCY/s72-c/IMG_1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037574520391344458.post-3308822721492641756</id><published>2010-08-26T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:31:29.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Servant-hood: Rio 1 Goes to Rio 3</title><content type='html'>After Hurricane Alex hit Monterrey the&amp;nbsp;devastation&amp;nbsp;was incredible! In a local community where B2B serves nearly 300 homes were washed away and close to 1,000 people were displaced. This community (Rio 3) was very&amp;nbsp;impoverished&amp;nbsp;before the hurricane, now it is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cathy Huffer (a fellow B2B worker) and I went out to another impoverished community (Rio1) where we minster on a regular basis. Out there two homes had been washed away, but the majority of the people were doing just fine. For over two years B2B has been standing alongside a soup kitchen in Rio 1, helping to provide warm meals, teaching, and children's minsitry each week. Over the past year we have seen several women from the community step up and be more involved. After hearing of the crisis at Rio 3 we talked to the leaders in Rio 1 and asked for thier help to cook and serve a warm meal to the families that had been displaced. The response was an overwhelming desire to help out! The next week Cathy and I went out the the soup kitchen and helped the ladies finish preparing a meal that would feed nearly 300 people. We then took five of the helpers with us to Rio 3 to serve the meal. This was a summer highlight for me! The ladies from Rio 1 felt very impowered in what they were doing. For some this may have been the first time in thier lives that they had been able to help someone more down and out then they were. Giving and serving empower! These ladies were hard workers and the result in them alone was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrfBZTm1sd8/T
