tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608916124382821392024-03-12T20:34:12.930-07:00Lindsay LorraineI took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-81293947579072488092010-03-22T12:58:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:06:21.719-07:00Sister Jardine!!It's true! :) My mission papers are in the works and almost wrapped up! :) I couldn't be more excited. I've been considering serving a mission for quite some time and am honored to have the opportunity.<div>I think I first made the decision to serve a mission when I was a kid as my Aunt Amy was serving, but EFY made me consider it for the first time in reality. Seeing Hermana Sazo, the posterity of the church and the work she and my aunt Amy did. The youth from a small corner in the vast world coming together in the gospel. And having Michelle speak of her mission experiences, studying with her, working with her. My first companion. I had a strong desire to share what I've been given. It feels so right!</div><div>So here it begins.</div><div>I am excited to serve! </div><div>And take on the name used last by Aunt Amy........ Sister Jardine :)</div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-32061192878238503872010-02-25T12:09:00.000-08:002010-02-25T20:56:29.029-08:00Sé un ejemplo de los creyentes<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiearh-WyFS8Fu-h7TARe_VcMadXwF2LwCQtbssJOFsbBQx1e6KmDGmbKCa8xbJ47qpF53DRrpf1VQafhf9U_K6p9lFbirvExH2YNz7EvpEV-1hfH9Ot8j5O6CA8kbcqT6hEd5EL0DhxOQI/s1600-h/seed+198.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Be Thou an Example of the Believers</span></span></a></div><div><br /></div><div>So I figure it's about time I update this :)<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">November 20th-28th 2009 was the best week of my life thus far! And here's why:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had the incredible opportunity to be selected as a Health Counselor (one of two, my good ol' partner Alberto Marves) for the first EFY program in Latin America located at the Las Colinas LDS grounds (near Chimaltenango) in Guatemala.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So many incredible miracles made this possible. I had debated about paying tithing on my student loans because I wasn't sure if I was meant to or not? I felt like I should and chose to do it.Amazingly, Alberto then told me about the opportunity, I applied and was accepted, and recieved a special scholarship to make it possible. It also just so happened to be our Thanksgiving break at BYUI during my last semester so no school was missed. I still can hardly believe the many miracles that fell into place to let me be part of such an incredible opportunity.</span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9ov37FC8SkZf7dfSAYkE5cK-4OxR6TGIrNwVPgVYbnwHplTE4vCyTKGiGPDIVuy624rY_RtbtBmzhUbKPDppwcW9J13Z4gnZeWxczolXFDDM4Nk3GqphaJe3f_0z8chpdWcKYLTo4f4J/s1600-h/11036_528137023239_122803504_31192740_6845055_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9ov37FC8SkZf7dfSAYkE5cK-4OxR6TGIrNwVPgVYbnwHplTE4vCyTKGiGPDIVuy624rY_RtbtBmzhUbKPDppwcW9J13Z4gnZeWxczolXFDDM4Nk3GqphaJe3f_0z8chpdWcKYLTo4f4J/s320/11036_528137023239_122803504_31192740_6845055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442372485110746274" /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I left the Idaho Falls airport on November 19th and spent the night with the incredible Old's family in Las Vegas. They are such great people! So warm and welcoming and I'm so glad I met them. :)</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Dt0KvrArbQxyk7g8ElSh7730HIOqf5puTiklAss1yroVGVJ4KvTBrYpLBecJ5jYFSdZOY4CeFFt1YhlEi8korrLLcX7PxzXSxNouoXCf1JxB8RCRACqnXUfqn-noZIsqlx-OEx3S8PMI/s1600-h/seed+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Dt0KvrArbQxyk7g8ElSh7730HIOqf5puTiklAss1yroVGVJ4KvTBrYpLBecJ5jYFSdZOY4CeFFt1YhlEi8korrLLcX7PxzXSxNouoXCf1JxB8RCRACqnXUfqn-noZIsqlx-OEx3S8PMI/s320/seed+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442372474314996978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">On Friday November 20th</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, at around 10 pm I landed in beautiful Guatemala City, my home away from home.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznL-s6YlLEDIXhflnxqSGnDErbHCnEA3kneoGSNAS93eIuVUxYwduwnfBV5GmmGJo83MR7EjJdP9VzyJpeV16IqeQdRPfwI4WqzYxR2f1kbIomRek2Ad_mH5RGRc2nNgl4_6IQvbuUyUK/s1600-h/seed+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznL-s6YlLEDIXhflnxqSGnDErbHCnEA3kneoGSNAS93eIuVUxYwduwnfBV5GmmGJo83MR7EjJdP9VzyJpeV16IqeQdRPfwI4WqzYxR2f1kbIomRek2Ad_mH5RGRc2nNgl4_6IQvbuUyUK/s320/seed+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442372466796718338" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just getting off at the familiar gate brought back so much nostalgia. In this small country through the past few years I have learned who I am, the potential I hold to serve, and how true the gospel really is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Alberto and Mamita Marves met me at the airport and welcomed me into their home. We stayed up till 2 am laughing and talking in the kitchen. It is amazing how instantly they felt like family. Mamita is so warm and generous, always encouraging us along. Rene can always put a smile on my face. :) He's such a hard worker and incredible example. Mi hermano de Guate. And Alberto's great friendship is what made this whole experience possible. I will forever be grateful.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Saturday November 21st</span> was a busy day of sight seeing and taking in the side of Guatemala I've never seen before, Guatemala City. I've seen humble homes with dirt floors and patched roofs, but the sky scrapers and fancy malls would put Salt Lake to shame (many times). I'm still amazed at the stark contrast between the 'city and suburbs'.</span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mxBwPNIexZcfeUZgaMNy_2RanfrVFDVPRCSVuiR_5UTapvi9Qq7TRCnEEy3ZvAoKmIdbblJM0ostVwAN74G7QyP9VWv-CVIxwMJXCk-70Pssa4NiYxI8zVQA5F_gdVkNGrAICcK1zY8V/s1600-h/seed+070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mxBwPNIexZcfeUZgaMNy_2RanfrVFDVPRCSVuiR_5UTapvi9Qq7TRCnEEy3ZvAoKmIdbblJM0ostVwAN74G7QyP9VWv-CVIxwMJXCk-70Pssa4NiYxI8zVQA5F_gdVkNGrAICcK1zY8V/s320/seed+070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442371880982655346" /></a>I LOVED the opportunity we took to do baptisms for the dead at the LDS temple. Ha, I even ran into one of my friends from the states in the waiting area. :) No matter where you are, the spirit is the same and the church is just as true. The buses in the parking lot humbled me, to see this strong families coming from other countries to do the work they know they should. When in Rexburg or Logan, I could walk to the temple if I wanted. It was an opportunity I will never forget.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfVCxAlFXKonTtldSjMrQa-r01K_1clYbN_X0UUPecUfbe3geMQ0hL8YNs076A7vxSmaAnK3mpiObgs1ud2fTGgtyIdM3Ao51Tj4b0SmxU6Hr3aLZLIRvwRPqsksd9m8pljmLN4BCNM0D/s1600-h/seed+017.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfVCxAlFXKonTtldSjMrQa-r01K_1clYbN_X0UUPecUfbe3geMQ0hL8YNs076A7vxSmaAnK3mpiObgs1ud2fTGgtyIdM3Ao51Tj4b0SmxU6Hr3aLZLIRvwRPqsksd9m8pljmLN4BCNM0D/s320/seed+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442371871115925218" /></a><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Haha, though I realized just how much practice my spanish needs. I'm comfortable buying things, asking for directions, or carrying on simple conversations. But when a sweet temple worker dressing me tried to discuss the matter of my 'cycle' with her I was clueless? Haha. Some things they just don't teach you in spanish class.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">By the time we came home from our many adventures including shopping, and the best ice cream in the world! (Nutella!) my poor white skin was tomato red.</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_4QvBbU3xWQ8hyW1wJoE8OHPDd0J0PluJBzq8EjRgi5sClJ2HCr2BneyHg9wRNwpZovoNa3jYC8vHeUgE3WrnsdA2HkVLhAZ_Dw_HL17HAsYvJ81G9L_khIl4ttRZTpZFGuR4V5BpWil/s1600-h/seed+107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_4QvBbU3xWQ8hyW1wJoE8OHPDd0J0PluJBzq8EjRgi5sClJ2HCr2BneyHg9wRNwpZovoNa3jYC8vHeUgE3WrnsdA2HkVLhAZ_Dw_HL17HAsYvJ81G9L_khIl4ttRZTpZFGuR4V5BpWil/s320/seed+107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442370450403314722" /></a> I got to meet my amazing future compa Michelle and we all stayed up talking and laughing again. Mamita even made me a beanie and scarf to keep me warm through the nights. haha. I came from snow in Rexburg so it made me laugh. I miss these nights. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlvpRS97RqB4jJL3sDKQmHR-jl8hoc7Nr-vd00gYaTZAqT0XvtG-_1vjPNslo3JsjDiUNMMLPOLONdfQ_2_U6L3ZmrZSv9JbUTDx-93BHaRzbFnIsY9aeiPS4FWaJfCpoMqzdghX5sx7C/s1600-h/seed+113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlvpRS97RqB4jJL3sDKQmHR-jl8hoc7Nr-vd00gYaTZAqT0XvtG-_1vjPNslo3JsjDiUNMMLPOLONdfQ_2_U6L3ZmrZSv9JbUTDx-93BHaRzbFnIsY9aeiPS4FWaJfCpoMqzdghX5sx7C/s320/seed+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442370437832521538" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Sunday November 22nd</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I felt like a movie star. We went to church and EVERYONE knew my name. I only wish I could have gotten to know them all better! </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xT9M6MgadH_AmIhXW1MuuepQVUbIiG3YlUrTXXc8aTII6UYBG35j0aw_HjG8P_O7wg-1kYGHUSgHfp8Xf9W-rd00TelachR328oqpAkSfzVYZNsSlj-M2Qv7Mvru2p2CRnGvehsTXKS1/s1600-h/seed+119.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xT9M6MgadH_AmIhXW1MuuepQVUbIiG3YlUrTXXc8aTII6UYBG35j0aw_HjG8P_O7wg-1kYGHUSgHfp8Xf9W-rd00TelachR328oqpAkSfzVYZNsSlj-M2Qv7Mvru2p2CRnGvehsTXKS1/s320/seed+119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442370428845188002" /></a>The Douglas family was so cute! And such great examples to me. :) Someday I would love to follow their example and teach my family worldwide to know their brothers and sisters and love this gospel. Sacrament meeting was incredible. I caught on to most of the spanish and enjoyed some great talks. I love that no matter where you go it's the same. :) Cute kids dressed in their best sitting with their families with a calm peaceful spirit. The ordinances never change.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_SVFud0BOphCauNl7y0shLlmq48-4LihRotSz6Orc4B2tHdA1jFpR0Y2mdlEN3yR_SMEBuZPKNR_WwlZLq8zcEh_4H1e8OaYa7rDdKG1m07_eg4sxkx23j-zCp7kU_tzqQ3JSje46f6LY/s1600-h/seed+134.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_SVFud0BOphCauNl7y0shLlmq48-4LihRotSz6Orc4B2tHdA1jFpR0Y2mdlEN3yR_SMEBuZPKNR_WwlZLq8zcEh_4H1e8OaYa7rDdKG1m07_eg4sxkx23j-zCp7kU_tzqQ3JSje46f6LY/s320/seed+134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442370415758474290" /></a>And I FINALLY got to meet my adpoted lil sis Casey!! Such a gorgeous and incredible girl! The Robertson family is one I will never forget. I got to tag along to her Sunday school class, meet cute little Nicole, Robin, Evie, and Allyson. I LOVE these girls. :) My barbie sistas. Haha. We are the gringas. Their parent's are down in Guatemala on various assignments and so they're living a few years of their highschool days in beautiful Guate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcA5YRlUj9lxJwDHkItpAWKbnERY2FqPrqNe48i90VW7hBCvnAgJMRAzTE9v-HHRBcyaTkHK72KF2TOrYe6py8qoytogy29PK0ByAA0IJteTQiyk6hT8xDon5cFtBSPmvAZMsCdNGRA-A/s1600-h/seed+138.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcA5YRlUj9lxJwDHkItpAWKbnERY2FqPrqNe48i90VW7hBCvnAgJMRAzTE9v-HHRBcyaTkHK72KF2TOrYe6py8qoytogy29PK0ByAA0IJteTQiyk6hT8xDon5cFtBSPmvAZMsCdNGRA-A/s320/seed+138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442370405583494530" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After church, we packed up our gear and prepped for EFY! The counselors went up Sunday night to set up and get everything ready! So we loaded up Michelle's car and made the drive to Las Colinas. Such fun adventures! haha. We drove through familiar areas from my previous trips.</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Gxj8uzy5SXaYx36Xkilyg-t1HNN09ooST7hHTsf1Jhh9fjW0l1gBJHibotvI8v58TyvAF68tZAkjzsGVEineFzYvTCpnW8JSpQZjwWlNta_PMjdUkF8LzjcyHZcCo7WiA3dUBV-Kf2pY/s1600-h/seed+141.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Gxj8uzy5SXaYx36Xkilyg-t1HNN09ooST7hHTsf1Jhh9fjW0l1gBJHibotvI8v58TyvAF68tZAkjzsGVEineFzYvTCpnW8JSpQZjwWlNta_PMjdUkF8LzjcyHZcCo7WiA3dUBV-Kf2pY/s320/seed+141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442368275341745538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Youtuv! :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpHkXeDPtmAR-dKGTH7TQ4lObEM_E5gYnAclT8wsKnIAM7AXqpunJuAVeUsWYqNj7MyxUFRDxS7jI_Uq8PAko8ceOXuydNcDjKv4I4dxw1wPGxyZsBbVDwTioPwjG9aJl1RmkqXkSagGe/s1600-h/seed+148.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpHkXeDPtmAR-dKGTH7TQ4lObEM_E5gYnAclT8wsKnIAM7AXqpunJuAVeUsWYqNj7MyxUFRDxS7jI_Uq8PAko8ceOXuydNcDjKv4I4dxw1wPGxyZsBbVDwTioPwjG9aJl1RmkqXkSagGe/s320/seed+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442368262468693714" /></a>When we pulled in to the beautiful campgrounds I was amazed. EFY music filled the air and I couldn't wait for the week to begin!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbqkesxzeVNeQvt_lY4SweRG40BBDvi3LZZTKRmAeZO8tOgIloBTHgDlx_PSkN7EMTeH3kV5wtknYaAjtrAP6PGwS0SrH3zsYfnpPA5bhnrZ05L0-yhig7mPeUY2MpyIQDCWiZLBZRHGW/s1600-h/seed+146.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbqkesxzeVNeQvt_lY4SweRG40BBDvi3LZZTKRmAeZO8tOgIloBTHgDlx_PSkN7EMTeH3kV5wtknYaAjtrAP6PGwS0SrH3zsYfnpPA5bhnrZ05L0-yhig7mPeUY2MpyIQDCWiZLBZRHGW/s320/seed+146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442368249429689010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One area of the camp site at Las Colinas</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBKhOpl7ELRr28LJOEkDI93EX83Wvt69AcwydkwXtf5XkvTs1mRq0GPDlzP8pOS1pYN9DDBGMGzagk1vhORZmRzV0S0logaNJOGCObSQM3LDbrIaiTssVlAZBiOE9IZO5pXwikYoShceu/s1600-h/seed+152.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBKhOpl7ELRr28LJOEkDI93EX83Wvt69AcwydkwXtf5XkvTs1mRq0GPDlzP8pOS1pYN9DDBGMGzagk1vhORZmRzV0S0logaNJOGCObSQM3LDbrIaiTssVlAZBiOE9IZO5pXwikYoShceu/s320/seed+152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442368238686297602" /></a> We all unloaded our gear and helped with what we could! Then had a great lunch with infamous TIKY! :) My favorite Guate drink. I met so many wonderful people!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_Xz6j9SIEyXt7gPu-h1Rfd5xfbAhcLfZhfEZONRP0PuhQClo9t6L8y6IFeVM9bYm-cQhoVf0YJdXnxPZfroO-jv5EQYuhSF1jDMFMDXP4YtJvaVaEIG1JFTLTUH7UUeEi0Qj_BoK1sle/s1600-h/seed+155.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_Xz6j9SIEyXt7gPu-h1Rfd5xfbAhcLfZhfEZONRP0PuhQClo9t6L8y6IFeVM9bYm-cQhoVf0YJdXnxPZfroO-jv5EQYuhSF1jDMFMDXP4YtJvaVaEIG1JFTLTUH7UUeEi0Qj_BoK1sle/s320/seed+155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442368229058821554" /></a><div><div><div><div>We spent the evening training and helping with various tasks to prepare Las Colinas for the week ahead. I remember sitting among rows of chairs filled with counselors ready to serve these great kids of their country and realized I was sitting among some of the best people in Guatemala. :) STRONG youth, who have chosen the right despite so very many adversities. They have chosen to be worthy examples for the great youth ahead of them. I was honored to sit among them. And though I was the only person in the room not a Chapino/a. I could feel it in my heart. I LOVE these youth. I will ALWAYS love them. Though I may never understand their background or fully erase the language barrier. They are my brothers and sisters just the same, and I will forever hold them in my heart.</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u78R9HUVIdX7clp2-oaY2I5kwRwBoq6fRbp6u3d4AyF2a1-f3Shuh1_xaR0KOlBk1a2wIKEcM-iSF-V6UqPUlASlCB8xQhiV8FZkm2lxV4x25rmQn3gIu7sgm8VV3_Ze6K8ABdcn5hn2/s1600-h/seed+157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-u78R9HUVIdX7clp2-oaY2I5kwRwBoq6fRbp6u3d4AyF2a1-f3Shuh1_xaR0KOlBk1a2wIKEcM-iSF-V6UqPUlASlCB8xQhiV8FZkm2lxV4x25rmQn3gIu7sgm8VV3_Ze6K8ABdcn5hn2/s200/seed+157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442366370896297858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tiky! Best pop in the World :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Monday November 23rd</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">we woke from our first night at Las Colinas. I was amazed at how cold it got at night despite the sunburning heat during the day. Thankfully Mamita made me a warm scarf and beanie. :) We prepped the registration tables with eager assembling hands. Stacking together manuals, CD's and DVD's. Prepping t-shirts, armbands, and lanyards. The buses of kids began rolling in and so did the health problems. Poor tykes. :( We had quite a few bee stings right from the get-go. One poor girl came back a second time from another sting! Poor Analucia, who should be named dulce since all the bees were after her! :) But it gave us the opportunity to meet. :) My sweet hermanita!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsCf34BKsCH-XqFCfi9t4B0izARSltlMGoOWnQq4YNowKiMsAbkhktP8XJF6PMplP-WqPhF4YwvsHeI4jmlCm4U9_OAAAHvHLIx6HUjwig4xbDgztIjfvFQPBqbhtpDqGdzA9Utl2kH-4/s1600-h/seed+159.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsCf34BKsCH-XqFCfi9t4B0izARSltlMGoOWnQq4YNowKiMsAbkhktP8XJF6PMplP-WqPhF4YwvsHeI4jmlCm4U9_OAAAHvHLIx6HUjwig4xbDgztIjfvFQPBqbhtpDqGdzA9Utl2kH-4/s200/seed+159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442366356601681282" /></a>Health Counseling fell into a rhythm of Alberto and I attending the various activities with our med packs responding to different ailments. For the most part everyone stayed healthy which we were happy about. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfb9EzpewN0Cs87KGMw40FH61yBOu05NanwuOHWAh2RzBbdWjFwexurpT0xGqEqXEkiPegSVQN1dLh7GSmqnT6egMCO45JrsgZ-9aevbQo9WjyiXNjh_vmo9JdqtFqEBugxXxbInhAm8U/s1600-h/seed+161.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfb9EzpewN0Cs87KGMw40FH61yBOu05NanwuOHWAh2RzBbdWjFwexurpT0xGqEqXEkiPegSVQN1dLh7GSmqnT6egMCO45JrsgZ-9aevbQo9WjyiXNjh_vmo9JdqtFqEBugxXxbInhAm8U/s200/seed+161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442366344112304434" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Night rolled around and we had our 'Family Home Evening' with all the youth. INCREDIBLE. A man from the states, working with the 'Brand New Year' production introduced us to the song 'Sé Fuerte' or 'Be Strong'. They've spent the past year recording youth worldwide singing the same song in their native tongue.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I remember watching it for a mere two seconds before an overwhelming burning hit my heart. I couldn't hold back tears. I have such a strong love for the youth of this gospel, worldwide. I couldn't help but think of my friends on missions in all these great places, the gospel going forth, and all these youth growing up and being faced with so much adversity. I pray they stay strong, and I will do everything in my power to encourage that throughout my life. When the time came for us to sing, seeing the gymnasium full of faithful youth in a third world country, encouraging one another to be strong, I truly wondered how and why I was so blessed to be standing among them. I will never forget it.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTPzGhhGBfCRWYoSFGrFB_iRBloFTaSb0dIhJ7jrp8XdhUy2hCXWY6d9dUpJ-bbHVZFq3NWjmdCgNEg9SR4_eX5PWYrGanA1eKbCdiYVYrD8atXdWbZONChwQvGtv5-PDc7Ae7Lo4vtlJ/s1600-h/seed+172.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTPzGhhGBfCRWYoSFGrFB_iRBloFTaSb0dIhJ7jrp8XdhUy2hCXWY6d9dUpJ-bbHVZFq3NWjmdCgNEg9SR4_eX5PWYrGanA1eKbCdiYVYrD8atXdWbZONChwQvGtv5-PDc7Ae7Lo4vtlJ/s200/seed+172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442366330645900002" /></a>Immediately after the event however, we were ambushed with many patients at once. Lechuga de Muerto! haha. Lettuce of Death we decided was the probable cause. Many great people helped us take care of so many. I became good friends with Luisro. He's a medical student in Guate and it was so neat to meet someone taking similar college courses half a world a way. He holds the same passion for medicine. Not to increase income or show off skills, but to better these people. He was so helpful in giving anything and everything he had to help us with our patients. Most weren't bad, but one poor tyke, Carlitos, who was the size of my 8 year old brother took a bad hit. He couldn't keep anything down. We gave him an antibiotic and a blessing. After than he slept peacefully. Michelle and I spent the night with him in our little 'clinic'. Mish is my hero! :) She truly is my role model. So strong, so serviceable. She had so many other responsibilities but she was so willing to help me, teach me and encourage me. My amazing companion. :) I will always cherish her friendship.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tia Sazo</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnDwdKPUn-g7Wg66RrWW8qb1LcK-k-E5WE6PoWMipFk8zYE6zmHskDQArSxh1JyzaF1d9qevvJgbpu3ppA3rCwYNUYSioXYjrJ0XHMOzg0CNwT_ItVToTmaeadks0xBd3a31gx8eEXUhI/s1600-h/seed+169.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnDwdKPUn-g7Wg66RrWW8qb1LcK-k-E5WE6PoWMipFk8zYE6zmHskDQArSxh1JyzaF1d9qevvJgbpu3ppA3rCwYNUYSioXYjrJ0XHMOzg0CNwT_ItVToTmaeadks0xBd3a31gx8eEXUhI/s200/seed+169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442366317636369746" /></a><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One of the neatest experiences came when talking to the Sazo couple. Claudia was asking me where I was from, and we found out my Aunt was her old mission companion. They served here in Guate together. We were so excited! She instantly became my 'Tia'. My aunt.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Tuesday November 24th</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">began another great day! Carlitos was still shaky but feeling better and on his feet. He woke up in the morning looked over at me and simply said 'tengo hambre' haha. The poor little guy was starving. We spent the day tagging along with groups and attending classes. I got to spend more time with mi Tia catching up. She speaks little english, and my spanish needs lots of work, so we were good for each other. It truly is a testimony to me that love holds no barriers. </span></div></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My Aunt Amy and Tia Sazo on their mission together</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWHFRmtKmFJR-mr__rR9dbICGZpMwR5Ns9q5KUV_xqRLgZ-5pJsSwoQQV2P8qWB4nn_uaCoyoVkroGMYDVD45ddangfQC4pbO4vLGOiPGLmaczVWCvmZCFx9eHjj08iJcFgQ8zp9u-XtK/s1600-h/seed+176.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWHFRmtKmFJR-mr__rR9dbICGZpMwR5Ns9q5KUV_xqRLgZ-5pJsSwoQQV2P8qWB4nn_uaCoyoVkroGMYDVD45ddangfQC4pbO4vLGOiPGLmaczVWCvmZCFx9eHjj08iJcFgQ8zp9u-XtK/s320/seed+176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442364512792553666" /></a>She is so sweet and I can't wait to spend more time with her on my next trip someday! She and her husband are such great examples. Such loving giving people.I can't wait to visit and meet my 'cousins' someday. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oF2q9FawVOsy0soHDYYUNO8bqsxeaOS3gn_zPnHAt12vXU7a4xpMCCRG6trW1jpbbnokjaj32D_iAEJH_7l9Ze-V5qQWHy2fx8X65AuSK68tSqeFeAlqQ-RliWS843W8_gNzQpTHiB9q/s1600-h/seed+178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oF2q9FawVOsy0soHDYYUNO8bqsxeaOS3gn_zPnHAt12vXU7a4xpMCCRG6trW1jpbbnokjaj32D_iAEJH_7l9Ze-V5qQWHy2fx8X65AuSK68tSqeFeAlqQ-RliWS843W8_gNzQpTHiB9q/s320/seed+178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442364499635817410" /></a><div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I decided to be a kid again and check out the tire swing. :) I pulled a few friends into the adventure. </span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0vrS1lJfWlUVM7yCd2U02Y5GfhqzSk17L13wID_db_O0t3PjsdNZAmUYMPk46Sarg5e1ZBztQqwc4vtNph4JxFnhq77HZPHvEdNRqwRQkmLd4MO3V4OlrFkTFGhqeVkYbyp4pu32Yo74/s1600-h/seed+184.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0vrS1lJfWlUVM7yCd2U02Y5GfhqzSk17L13wID_db_O0t3PjsdNZAmUYMPk46Sarg5e1ZBztQqwc4vtNph4JxFnhq77HZPHvEdNRqwRQkmLd4MO3V4OlrFkTFGhqeVkYbyp4pu32Yo74/s320/seed+184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442363082547701394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was so fun!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7LfL_91o0qz7pkU0K0e2T5f77XrpEjjQhNR888zdrhKRtCVb41RHYZ_bvU0aOA8ZTGX3PhleXAOipTRgHuQEL_uKqIAU67Fabky3iMApja5YkXIM57GOfqkIHXYYz3ZyR63kKeBpuUkT/s1600-h/seed+188.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7LfL_91o0qz7pkU0K0e2T5f77XrpEjjQhNR888zdrhKRtCVb41RHYZ_bvU0aOA8ZTGX3PhleXAOipTRgHuQEL_uKqIAU67Fabky3iMApja5YkXIM57GOfqkIHXYYz3ZyR63kKeBpuUkT/s320/seed+188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442363058142093122" /></a>I hung out with Luisro at lunch and got to got to know Nery. Wow. Nerypapa te amo! :) Nery will always be one my best friends. He is one of the purest people I know. His heart is so open, so willing to serve.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzWrW_Vf1_KSY2wBvU7TsG23bY3FHuICA5ecc83shKmnumVYX1TtHm3v1KKJzvnQJcKDrURl2xy8T5p3DEF-lmyhS7NHKEtQUOgGq4sWQCQEOt7C0tDiGSnv4LqEzls8f-dQYgNVaKbjJ/s1600-h/seed+191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzWrW_Vf1_KSY2wBvU7TsG23bY3FHuICA5ecc83shKmnumVYX1TtHm3v1KKJzvnQJcKDrURl2xy8T5p3DEF-lmyhS7NHKEtQUOgGq4sWQCQEOt7C0tDiGSnv4LqEzls8f-dQYgNVaKbjJ/s320/seed+191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442363049637063730" /></a>We loved spending time with his group, especially Casey! :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DsjDfLwcgJV_JzI3jUyF9gi_-Erl84kqbLZJsEH6IXdtIrOSQJ5slUwLegUcWx981sxj0rJyDNsfkv57Yy9rjsvmQyE7s92hp4TEViEbnFlnmCBRyvLINtPzFmpLd7iYe5BkCMzQO5qA/s1600-h/seed+196.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DsjDfLwcgJV_JzI3jUyF9gi_-Erl84kqbLZJsEH6IXdtIrOSQJ5slUwLegUcWx981sxj0rJyDNsfkv57Yy9rjsvmQyE7s92hp4TEViEbnFlnmCBRyvLINtPzFmpLd7iYe5BkCMzQO5qA/s320/seed+196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442363037152755058" /></a>We played games, jumped rope, danced and spent the afternoon laughing. I am honored to 'Be an example' to those around me. It makes me want to be and do better. And continue following the great examples before me. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCshRZaMGbzAKJxDclbnYC1KMxq9D1ODRrCLZK1mC9GuzFEHlXxQmhO1P3opVqEYz_0usgK6-j_5eI3MJijpbcO80W2oZw-B1feGBtgm1w6owPkE3GCi6Fe_oDFQLZzXKgBNh-CBb-VaxI/s1600-h/seed+206.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCshRZaMGbzAKJxDclbnYC1KMxq9D1ODRrCLZK1mC9GuzFEHlXxQmhO1P3opVqEYz_0usgK6-j_5eI3MJijpbcO80W2oZw-B1feGBtgm1w6owPkE3GCi6Fe_oDFQLZzXKgBNh-CBb-VaxI/s320/seed+206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442363026202845202" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One of my favorite miracles happened this day. Madison County Fire Department back at home gave me uniform patches to trade with departments.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On Tuesday, I decided to get to know the 'Bomberos' (Firemen) better. They don't speak much english and my spanish is limited. I knew Luisro and love working with him. I passed Ronal and asked him to wait a second. I gave him one of the patches and he became elated! I will never forget his serious demeanor drop instantly to warm friendship. </span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXWXnkilJL8csCM0XZBwyWIUuBSKuKAhMV_sue8E2Pbgz6pIjL9lCNVvx7e_-V2lHePW-YMNPrdsKX-ohix5zceY80iKnmbk1omex4K7uGQ1hrgfXUHuW272h3chWkVfe0A4xcPPIqoUO/s1600-h/seed+198.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXWXnkilJL8csCM0XZBwyWIUuBSKuKAhMV_sue8E2Pbgz6pIjL9lCNVvx7e_-V2lHePW-YMNPrdsKX-ohix5zceY80iKnmbk1omex4K7uGQ1hrgfXUHuW272h3chWkVfe0A4xcPPIqoUO/s400/seed+198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442361486345382706" /></a>He ran back to the ambulance and came back with his 'bombero' hat and gave it to me. What an incredible gift. One I will always cherish.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbRfRyEkquhi2y55NL2t2onjtFsRsAgojbRqyDWoawQOy54aKil1oMtxsXUQ4rDDIji96QTDz52A67l_5iFSN1z_RNVyXMFEpAeUdGoa2y-HH1CArq2rOqMdiZC3DnB9DUSYyP2_ImarQ/s1600-h/seed+237.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbRfRyEkquhi2y55NL2t2onjtFsRsAgojbRqyDWoawQOy54aKil1oMtxsXUQ4rDDIji96QTDz52A67l_5iFSN1z_RNVyXMFEpAeUdGoa2y-HH1CArq2rOqMdiZC3DnB9DUSYyP2_ImarQ/s400/seed+237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442361472795675554" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div>It was so neat to work along side these men and share our duties. Abuelo :) my sweet fireman grandpa. :) haha. I felt like I could poke him and he'd fall over! But he was so happy and eager to help.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjyjYM-fgl6WrZIdR3VjFqlfhaG2LODJd14dP5P60aOnRZlODWnPhyphenhyphenKmjIb8ZNwr-iVpeyBhUvvJ-dKW9q_WR0zVDx4oUyTABsFGKVYkHqigGDlR4QCcjRttNj2tQVKjsSqhNNFakeyfm/s1600-h/seed+243.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjyjYM-fgl6WrZIdR3VjFqlfhaG2LODJd14dP5P60aOnRZlODWnPhyphenhyphenKmjIb8ZNwr-iVpeyBhUvvJ-dKW9q_WR0zVDx4oUyTABsFGKVYkHqigGDlR4QCcjRttNj2tQVKjsSqhNNFakeyfm/s200/seed+243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442359674203515394" /></a>They had me sit in the ambulance and we talked and laughed forever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xLH9s0qjT2Bwg-V27O8eGXkDi9UOsC3gA81UTZGWO1YZqSexsZSjo_8gwtpCjSKPVu9Sw9DdR9m2k4JllRvVm6R6wyhrfdE8yak9lsvF9n7F7_cRizTWWD25vf2-4AeI0W_Dm5QTg8mW/s1600-h/seed+245.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xLH9s0qjT2Bwg-V27O8eGXkDi9UOsC3gA81UTZGWO1YZqSexsZSjo_8gwtpCjSKPVu9Sw9DdR9m2k4JllRvVm6R6wyhrfdE8yak9lsvF9n7F7_cRizTWWD25vf2-4AeI0W_Dm5QTg8mW/s200/seed+245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442359663088830642" /></a>Then we had our dance! SO fun! SOOOOOO different from the states! haha. They played a few similar songs, including 'you're the one that I want' from Greece. YES! ha. They all thought I was crazy, maybe I was. :) But if you exchange every church dance 'slow song' for a Guate tango then you had our dance. haha. Needless to say I was lost. Even with a good teacher, pretty sure my hips weren't made in Guatemala and can't hold a rhythm haha. :) But we had a blast as counselors finding poor innocent kids to dance with us and then making them dance with one another. :) It was great.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-gBMc5TwsYiH2xCSwGqrAOZ0WzcxueGd5ygoTt_B3cy004MpgNYj-JL4Ox2VwKT7urM_IvsPlKYeMpAqKEHpDpE2niT309y3Rx4FAAQ0xoujq2izwPPF3X2-I_g-n-AF-yqtj7SE5Q0R/s1600-h/seed+248.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-gBMc5TwsYiH2xCSwGqrAOZ0WzcxueGd5ygoTt_B3cy004MpgNYj-JL4Ox2VwKT7urM_IvsPlKYeMpAqKEHpDpE2niT309y3Rx4FAAQ0xoujq2izwPPF3X2-I_g-n-AF-yqtj7SE5Q0R/s200/seed+248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442359652866900866" /></a>Near the end of the dance, Los bomberos came over and said they had something for me. We went over to the ambulance where they had tiky torches lit, and proceeded to dub me one of their Guatemalan Scouts! I have never been more honored in my life! haha. Even if it was a made up ceremony. ;) I love my tios.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi2SD_ySs8v1ry949ixeV-hlpU_50yt1Zd0jlEw_LzSeCMq7ohO6Q-Q8wjqLq9OXoNiSWBZp9g_cc0CQ9sJJyCibRJR035oLPvNvjItGHsl0XWJ_qWDRvW9B-vmWUOxhLKXoPDuDybn0-/s1600-h/seed+254.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi2SD_ySs8v1ry949ixeV-hlpU_50yt1Zd0jlEw_LzSeCMq7ohO6Q-Q8wjqLq9OXoNiSWBZp9g_cc0CQ9sJJyCibRJR035oLPvNvjItGHsl0XWJ_qWDRvW9B-vmWUOxhLKXoPDuDybn0-/s200/seed+254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442359641262618178" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We had a few medical issues arise and I had to be a vampire with a few needles. The poor Guatemalans. :S They will forever remember the crazy American who poked them with needles. But at least they're healthy :) Rene and Nery were so kind to help me with one particular patient. It was so neat to learn more about who they are and see them drop everything to serve those around them. I love my Guatemalan brothers. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Wednesday November 25th</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">was a busy day. IV's in Guate are so different from the states. Haha, and we had quite a few that day. I helped Luisro practice and he did great! Proud of him :) He'll be a great Doctor. </span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aU_DDLx0RVlTb-SPWGWan7zUNy1pVx3yJSHJcnaRMTioXRpwcAQ0LKUTMGbGjE0cWpanbrsDkulIU0e7nEm5DJDslohtjOoLnuAVMP9ESRz-PZnkeQSMSDhRwI4EdATuZkgOwOV0ZaEs/s1600-h/seed+256.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aU_DDLx0RVlTb-SPWGWan7zUNy1pVx3yJSHJcnaRMTioXRpwcAQ0LKUTMGbGjE0cWpanbrsDkulIU0e7nEm5DJDslohtjOoLnuAVMP9ESRz-PZnkeQSMSDhRwI4EdATuZkgOwOV0ZaEs/s200/seed+256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442343027889137026" /></a><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We also had our first hospital call that night. Poor Marjorie hurt her ankle pretty bad and since we don't have the resources to check for breaks at our clinic, we loaded her up and took her to Chimaltenango. Wow. My experience in the Guatemalan ambulance and hospital cemented my driving passion for completing my schooling to have a medicinal career and help.</span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvbDV6GU95oHYvSl56aPz0LqsEDYcayUeTdTu1rlO2FGSH48HCOu5WJ6yJCdEjyn7gAEsFRCYxVF2gZmYR1Rs1q3YbLW4vmjbmBV7W02xEr_j1llm4EjScgK-KqBElIR-NFi9BSZN4xnB/s1600-h/seed+259.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvbDV6GU95oHYvSl56aPz0LqsEDYcayUeTdTu1rlO2FGSH48HCOu5WJ6yJCdEjyn7gAEsFRCYxVF2gZmYR1Rs1q3YbLW4vmjbmBV7W02xEr_j1llm4EjScgK-KqBElIR-NFi9BSZN4xnB/s200/seed+259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442342162338304114" /></a>I could tell Luisro and Ronal wondered what I was thinking and how I was comparing it to the states. There was not one thought running through my head of snobbery. But rather awe for the few people like these who are trying to help with the poor healthcare. Who despite lack of pay and benefits choose to be helping in an area so poor with so much sadness. Humility was overwhelming.<br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MNp04zqCRSLGAaWQWUai2MXrIFxEl6Zi15lN-sLCo-G5OUkLaAPOfyPYkpuW3hTIvrd_UF3nBp1wmdHHXlOHX1_LYjfY7CkBu5o-tKVomINhuzCD7NEYb6oZx6Eq64cZaYvYTGOTW8Hf/s1600-h/seed+266.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MNp04zqCRSLGAaWQWUai2MXrIFxEl6Zi15lN-sLCo-G5OUkLaAPOfyPYkpuW3hTIvrd_UF3nBp1wmdHHXlOHX1_LYjfY7CkBu5o-tKVomINhuzCD7NEYb6oZx6Eq64cZaYvYTGOTW8Hf/s200/seed+266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442340954266194738" /></a>In the US everything is almost excessively organized and charted. Down there, it was just done. We pulled into a cramped ambulance bay full of mix-matched ambulances, some merely pick-up trucks. What I assume was eager friends and family waited outside in the night air looking into an open adobe wall leading inside the Emergency Room. The waiting room held those waiting to receive care, leading to the triage room filled with more patients. I glanced and saw briefly a mother calming a crying two year old with burns, a teenager holding her bleeding abdomen, and one I will never forget; A still and lifeless girl with areas of her skull open to the air.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWT4YlcFxxQnvzju9DpIOjHecbc_xjxItihoUCiht_mKf6uj6udURMSqGXg9F_DF_HiuZoh-uQ6FQAhFxggh5ryTOjwPA1d_pC02Ah0NDUOB1Ec12UFSaOBdzmEHUDr0IfD8C12-442sa/s1600-h/seed+268.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWT4YlcFxxQnvzju9DpIOjHecbc_xjxItihoUCiht_mKf6uj6udURMSqGXg9F_DF_HiuZoh-uQ6FQAhFxggh5ryTOjwPA1d_pC02Ah0NDUOB1Ec12UFSaOBdzmEHUDr0IfD8C12-442sa/s200/seed+268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442340947524612162" /></a>At any of my US hospital clinicals these patients would have been surrounded with instant surgery, pain medication, and soothing nurses. But this is Chimaltenango, and they are doing the best they can. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMvdZ5speHJtoyOd_oY3o_jv802G3GVH0g-_2XW6xh2FMNxAEdYVtsjKtX_I3gRQjrRe7sjAOGjXWW4HDcuyumcKGxLX7QdKUaCLbnFM57U7OeGbrmCNR5zQkl5RWO_UYhIlm2ekiu4CF/s1600-h/seed+258.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMvdZ5speHJtoyOd_oY3o_jv802G3GVH0g-_2XW6xh2FMNxAEdYVtsjKtX_I3gRQjrRe7sjAOGjXWW4HDcuyumcKGxLX7QdKUaCLbnFM57U7OeGbrmCNR5zQkl5RWO_UYhIlm2ekiu4CF/s200/seed+258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442340912065221522" /></a>I will never forget Luisro's response in wanting to change it. To better his country. To leave people better than he found them. I am honored to know him and hope to help him in that endeavor someday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavs73trW9lL4-UfvTpYKi0Yr3kvUR5CaiERwvjQmJV8pi_4B0alsKW42h6sWIbAG99ujDRSM1JMGhz3DKpgGLKhZW8ryPCS6Q1n-8t6eKkUfIvK42LEljaBvwvoC56Ho1vXxqxD2CCrQJ/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavs73trW9lL4-UfvTpYKi0Yr3kvUR5CaiERwvjQmJV8pi_4B0alsKW42h6sWIbAG99ujDRSM1JMGhz3DKpgGLKhZW8ryPCS6Q1n-8t6eKkUfIvK42LEljaBvwvoC56Ho1vXxqxD2CCrQJ/s200/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442340900240299506" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Going back to game night that night, the air of humility still surrounded me. I looked at all the kids laughing and smiling at one another as they completed various relay races. </span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtny84zdNtMCbWHdCfyVXlACn1EzKFDdJBRYkSsyovYIpaSRHCRdRoy_eyoPLdFjUVrGyaHNLafEu2TtsMWpkD-JWXgHiO9X_RDdJqOIZBf8gBHNAkpGvFossA82iY7IXDpGjC-uD_xNt/s1600-h/seed+270.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtny84zdNtMCbWHdCfyVXlACn1EzKFDdJBRYkSsyovYIpaSRHCRdRoy_eyoPLdFjUVrGyaHNLafEu2TtsMWpkD-JWXgHiO9X_RDdJqOIZBf8gBHNAkpGvFossA82iY7IXDpGjC-uD_xNt/s200/seed+270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442339893252330738" /></a>I wondered what each of their stories were, what trials they've faced that I will never understand. I have never known hunger, humility, injury, or servitude as I suspect many of them have. And to see them smiling, laughing, singing along to the encouraging lyrics I can't help but be proud of them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFzQyKv8mki8FbmP_neYfy1X5tjghFY0slWpk7Y7E0moSkoVo3UI_XDAGIDlpp1XRLrOK_0CRWW3YanXmdwXKb7yCmGlKdcG6QseqbgoXggn6-bUcA7nhIDu1EgIeASMawneCgBurK3E7/s1600-h/aa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFzQyKv8mki8FbmP_neYfy1X5tjghFY0slWpk7Y7E0moSkoVo3UI_XDAGIDlpp1XRLrOK_0CRWW3YanXmdwXKb7yCmGlKdcG6QseqbgoXggn6-bUcA7nhIDu1EgIeASMawneCgBurK3E7/s200/aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442339880935970274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> I feel honored to call them friends.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-b_glAfslq49qHCU1m6_pJTjDfDUwHnm_iCZvEOmAe6cWNIXfgWgkG7DYu291cLyqQe8lC5r1uqJI7LokFS7OxU5u3kjb0cveWNzDdsEX43HBE8B8xVYJ179ysb2POn7v5SxeYa6RZmP/s1600-h/seed+274.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-b_glAfslq49qHCU1m6_pJTjDfDUwHnm_iCZvEOmAe6cWNIXfgWgkG7DYu291cLyqQe8lC5r1uqJI7LokFS7OxU5u3kjb0cveWNzDdsEX43HBE8B8xVYJ179ysb2POn7v5SxeYa6RZmP/s200/seed+274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442339878029712914" /></a>Haha. A funny event happened that night on my way back to the clinic. Everyone was rounding up into their tents for bed. I had been changing and brushing my teeth, then had to make the hike back to the clinic. I distinctly remember wondering what felt so different, and then thinking it was the first time I had ever been completely by myself in Guatemala when a black dog (stray) darted across the wooded moonlit pathway a few yards ahead of me. I jumped and it started barking. So I barked back with 'Chucho Negro' and bolted the last few yards into the clinic with it behind me. I bolted the door and looked at Michelle. We ended up rolling around laughing haha. No me gustan el chucho negro!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv55rMVbXwfJPkN8yWFjGQikOomca53XZEu0Sxx1I0Y8Cr39dCIJMfCrxWTF0GaYQzBwBHwvVhZqyJI_kGiGzbk0Y4zsw5pUv3VPviFIgoM8C-7cehyphenhyphenmGN_RK-BsHMtBD68QAp7Gu4Xzc_/s1600-h/seed+272.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv55rMVbXwfJPkN8yWFjGQikOomca53XZEu0Sxx1I0Y8Cr39dCIJMfCrxWTF0GaYQzBwBHwvVhZqyJI_kGiGzbk0Y4zsw5pUv3VPviFIgoM8C-7cehyphenhyphenmGN_RK-BsHMtBD68QAp7Gu4Xzc_/s320/seed+272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338698377446194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yrkj5tCFmwzof8q73-WhlWMOeuAYJ1KVfGR5tXogzWKXPifG9E34kAYRq8K2spjq1EIXGo7IgQjhLfAbj8BGh2TGwD-8v4EU1EFw5AdFh2aNtkHFlGZh8zdfy8XoFpxOUzgINaFDFR4D/s1600-h/seed+275.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7yrkj5tCFmwzof8q73-WhlWMOeuAYJ1KVfGR5tXogzWKXPifG9E34kAYRq8K2spjq1EIXGo7IgQjhLfAbj8BGh2TGwD-8v4EU1EFw5AdFh2aNtkHFlGZh8zdfy8XoFpxOUzgINaFDFR4D/s320/seed+275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338690758312498" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center; "><u><br /></u></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Thursday November 26th</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thanksgiving day. At home it would be spent relaxing, reading a book, helping cook and eat the traditional well rounded meal and enjoying family and friends. But today I think I learned what gratitude truly is.</span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGv2qsoH4BufJBlO-1q71kMN_1cqWFn3Yh6djY6FgGgJ_g2l9ywmVbcldo-0WI2P8Jal0iq1jJOYYgbrZvMw8tTQBKLiwA6P2E6ZHpEu-UpaprBZGy-6IPfT-8-gEP11hO0HZ4YkmLXoe1/s1600-h/seed+279.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGv2qsoH4BufJBlO-1q71kMN_1cqWFn3Yh6djY6FgGgJ_g2l9ywmVbcldo-0WI2P8Jal0iq1jJOYYgbrZvMw8tTQBKLiwA6P2E6ZHpEu-UpaprBZGy-6IPfT-8-gEP11hO0HZ4YkmLXoe1/s200/seed+279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442336170069459442" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thursday is the personal spiritually oriented day of EFY and so we wore Sunday dress all day. After an amazing devotional by Sister Morales on Faith I had a lot of time to ponder. I thought of my family and how much each one of them means to me. My blessing to be born in the covenant, to have sufficient finances to cover my needs, to have an education and ability to learn. My healthy body. I thought of the many people I love and of their love for me in return. My great friends. I truly am among those with the most blessings. Even my trials, have all left me stronger and a better person. I have so much to be grateful for.</span></div>We counselors spent the talent show along the walls of the gym singing and dancing along. Applauding with the rows of great youth. So many fun kids :) It was neat to see them all become close friends. Afterward, when we all sat down for dinner, a black bag was revealed for us 'gringas' to have our Turkey (Pollo compero) Dinner on the grass of Las Colinas. :) There were Guacamole chips for potatoes/green beans, sweet bread for pie, and fried chicken for turkey but it's the best Thanksgiving dinner I've ever had. I think of the many people that made it possible, our great friends. :) And I am honored. Thank you so much. I will never forget that day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLk8_DYWa9Uo5fkDe_PUIR0lfXWGDPl8G-hGdvUcF6Dk2IkjG60Ss6AB1G_xnCaRuk8huwXlFnY3JJDElErN9vqASYNUEwsFMr6PBnozYdMAVmW5xpV382hlGUmxCxDk2vPDKyHYGitVTU/s1600-h/seed+280.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLk8_DYWa9Uo5fkDe_PUIR0lfXWGDPl8G-hGdvUcF6Dk2IkjG60Ss6AB1G_xnCaRuk8huwXlFnY3JJDElErN9vqASYNUEwsFMr6PBnozYdMAVmW5xpV382hlGUmxCxDk2vPDKyHYGitVTU/s200/seed+280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442336156885880450" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Testimony meeting was a night to remember. I have never felt the spirit as strong as I did at that music program. Singing the EFY medley in spanish surrounded by my brothers and sisters. So many strong youth stood up at once a long line was formed of those eager to share and encourage one another. There are so many words I didn't understand literally but the spirit was so strong. Following such an amazing event I am still in awe at the adversity that followed. One of the counselors brother's was killed in an accident and the mood grew solemn. The temperatures dropped almost instantly sending our clinic into a frenzy with hypothermia, treatment and prevention. Many of the youth grew scared as devotional was canceled and they were ordered to go to their tents and dress warm. We went around giving extra blankets and doing what we could to help. I started to feel sick, adding myself to the patient list. I remember being in a daze and yet feeling calm as the campsites changed with booming voices singing church hymns. The spirit of the air changed and peace spread.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Adversity always comes. But we overcame it. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_-4G4U_x6thgNCkECH2mOa0u5TFgWLtF0O3nMqH2T2gkh1TKkFFMg0MqA_B-QEs5L7svDgAJZTIwKZEBKhqpbdo6xy8FA97f_ilkrqvKs6ddrqsfvRQOsa13hmV2jwcgGiaufLo9VTIj/s1600-h/seed+286.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_-4G4U_x6thgNCkECH2mOa0u5TFgWLtF0O3nMqH2T2gkh1TKkFFMg0MqA_B-QEs5L7svDgAJZTIwKZEBKhqpbdo6xy8FA97f_ilkrqvKs6ddrqsfvRQOsa13hmV2jwcgGiaufLo9VTIj/s200/seed+286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442336145427183234" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Friday November 27th</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">began our final full day at Las Colinas. Michelle and I were up most of the night between our patients, our sick selves, and chucho negro adventures. So, we woke up, cleaned up and out, and went back down for a nap. :) I love mi compa. That poor girl was doing so much! So many tasks and so much service when she felt so sick. And yet she was always asking how to help ME. She will forever be a great example and friend. When we woke up, we realized our uniforms were missing (taken prematurely to be washed) so we decided to dress up a little early. We enjoyed showers and put on our Sunday best. I spent the day soaking in the memories with these people I will never forget. Snapping as many pictures as possible. I remember looking at this group of great friends wondering what it would be like to spend everyday with them, studying, working, laughing and enjoying life. I am honored just to have had a week! I can't imagine how amazing that would be. But I needed just two more weeks of school to finish my bachelors degree, and knew for whatever reason Logan was where I needed to be for the time being.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxM1ICWuy7aJF6RGcF6UlatqG6GinUT8PitYBmo09m0dj1HLCZRNLtgamyJlqGYiJqR9rBPIGSfdiDSVeoJmsRE8iaMc0c5NKMF2iJSpqbWdanLCpx6dqULKr882Vl9cp7wrsDAN-2P1FU/s1600-h/seed+290.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxM1ICWuy7aJF6RGcF6UlatqG6GinUT8PitYBmo09m0dj1HLCZRNLtgamyJlqGYiJqR9rBPIGSfdiDSVeoJmsRE8iaMc0c5NKMF2iJSpqbWdanLCpx6dqULKr882Vl9cp7wrsDAN-2P1FU/s200/seed+290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442336129166881650" /></a>I want them to know how much I love them and cherish their friendship. Miles and time will never erase it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0M8P6F9zjos4qsgUzNQqaN0Kcq1sNOdLkzuMI5uXpuGaZQq3Iu1MtjW571lnWsvjTd-_IC4fFlboKcz4u2I1jGfj2eYSgaQXgCv_wTfK4xU9q3CT9Q1kgqm43JXet76ADZ6hahmYTI7xh/s1600-h/seed+291.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0M8P6F9zjos4qsgUzNQqaN0Kcq1sNOdLkzuMI5uXpuGaZQq3Iu1MtjW571lnWsvjTd-_IC4fFlboKcz4u2I1jGfj2eYSgaQXgCv_wTfK4xU9q3CT9Q1kgqm43JXet76ADZ6hahmYTI7xh/s200/seed+291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442336120828641858" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><br /></u></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That night was a dream. Walking into the banquet I was amazed at how they had transformed the gym. Everything was so nice! And all the kids were so beautiful! It felt like Cinderella's ball. :) Haha. I got to sit at a table with my dearest friends soaking in our last night. Looking at the youth around us and how much they've changed in the past week. Seven short days and none of us will ever be the same.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We went back out into the night air to take pictures while they changed the banquet to a ballroom and we danced the night away. So many faces I'll never forget. We all smiled and told each other how much we'd miss one another, wishing it wouldn't end. Mi hermanos y hermanitas de Guatemala. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Rene my big brother always looking out for me. </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TMx7gVnnVVyIWlk7EfrVcukOHpGMgadtcKtZ7sfoWZhSCHvmHYmn_G2fROeTRKgrqkhmkZ8RuBgMRF0Jr-yxRK1YwxgdhqlEJheDEdkZq7mHZTliJksSRvYtQmQlxdnO9DtkNImecyse/s1600-h/seed+308.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TMx7gVnnVVyIWlk7EfrVcukOHpGMgadtcKtZ7sfoWZhSCHvmHYmn_G2fROeTRKgrqkhmkZ8RuBgMRF0Jr-yxRK1YwxgdhqlEJheDEdkZq7mHZTliJksSRvYtQmQlxdnO9DtkNImecyse/s200/seed+308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332953644478994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Michelle always laughing by my side, my companion. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzm2ZVVoF7uTNX-hgO0rA65PKRPpn8EYxH6Qee-EbuT4KEZ8OrMDeHf5SZY20rdVZiJ9g7BLr-xiibHuaDbRIUgZsS1LFs8fW5EahiCV9th89lQpuotJVRz01-B_dJtVnx_zgddj6rB5xu/s1600-h/seed+303.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzm2ZVVoF7uTNX-hgO0rA65PKRPpn8EYxH6Qee-EbuT4KEZ8OrMDeHf5SZY20rdVZiJ9g7BLr-xiibHuaDbRIUgZsS1LFs8fW5EahiCV9th89lQpuotJVRz01-B_dJtVnx_zgddj6rB5xu/s200/seed+303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332940185845330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Alberto, all the hard work we'd done through the week to make sure everyone stayed safe and healthy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3N2YIhQdDPZlMOO-1tZGTWTUsj0fxfzqVfZLycaUXGlMtZDLDkzNhGpau6WmEn7eveyXID0qJR0ybbYdd219nFF_-5qf1lgH8d4C6GHVBbvRkq1ltkIRbArhm09Y2gdjRZMr9jY36aE4/s1600-h/seed+301.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3N2YIhQdDPZlMOO-1tZGTWTUsj0fxfzqVfZLycaUXGlMtZDLDkzNhGpau6WmEn7eveyXID0qJR0ybbYdd219nFF_-5qf1lgH8d4C6GHVBbvRkq1ltkIRbArhm09Y2gdjRZMr9jY36aE4/s200/seed+301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332927672522018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Casey the beautiful girl I want to laugh and giggle at sleepovers forever with!</div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><u><br /></u></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxtkMRFDULaRktjv5WNLFxxutJafdU8hS4c3XWwdepyhn18fqWwSzFH76xu3dWVa4yrolGcg3d_na1AXAw7fnr6oOwd6glLsv9TdNXFa3hmYQtdGX4wCvYbJdPT0qFnkYa3G_GgsY-N4r/s1600-h/seed+302.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxtkMRFDULaRktjv5WNLFxxutJafdU8hS4c3XWwdepyhn18fqWwSzFH76xu3dWVa4yrolGcg3d_na1AXAw7fnr6oOwd6glLsv9TdNXFa3hmYQtdGX4wCvYbJdPT0qFnkYa3G_GgsY-N4r/s200/seed+302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332405576643426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Allyson and Robin. Such sweet girls :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEYU-jmt5dWPdRPYMT4M81KDrqh34Vht5_lf8E5GCsMrNIxwR6cr1QDvshQHFFQpPsOeibze8XPJEhPc6jbOSykMl7o3E9d9lGS2ReEwAHuEABK77Kf7r34hmiUKT1WMjK5KKMbAwG_LZ/s1600-h/seed+307.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEYU-jmt5dWPdRPYMT4M81KDrqh34Vht5_lf8E5GCsMrNIxwR6cr1QDvshQHFFQpPsOeibze8XPJEhPc6jbOSykMl7o3E9d9lGS2ReEwAHuEABK77Kf7r34hmiUKT1WMjK5KKMbAwG_LZ/s200/seed+307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332391895679234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mahonrry smiling and giving a big bear hug. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNabDtUxsRqa6tys7TlPoyIxxaD2Sx9LRACkLbH6qL4suPicQqFaxyl3rDxDO8Ie0W55IdjZrxEUzvi14xT77oT7aiHl4fOPnuD7w-S1IypMOf7PbgvBiXgMjPJut__mSkN5MSi1iGiy6/s1600-h/seed+304.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNabDtUxsRqa6tys7TlPoyIxxaD2Sx9LRACkLbH6qL4suPicQqFaxyl3rDxDO8Ie0W55IdjZrxEUzvi14xT77oT7aiHl4fOPnuD7w-S1IypMOf7PbgvBiXgMjPJut__mSkN5MSi1iGiy6/s200/seed+304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332376185763058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> Ana Lorena mi girla and forever friend. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOeCQp-x9vrgR-vDeF2W5lZZmQsANX60UEZNUImPE_Vt3h6MLLYBFBTdovzeWiXjnneAp13Kd2oDE6CoVyPpjlhrbOOsPvPYhxrsumIQczpX44KAx0zUb0JqyjhfsBMaxUJVzHfDxL4-z/s1600-h/seed+299.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOeCQp-x9vrgR-vDeF2W5lZZmQsANX60UEZNUImPE_Vt3h6MLLYBFBTdovzeWiXjnneAp13Kd2oDE6CoVyPpjlhrbOOsPvPYhxrsumIQczpX44KAx0zUb0JqyjhfsBMaxUJVzHfDxL4-z/s200/seed+299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332363683547538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Edie :) My Barbie Sista</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBQfqoBnITIvMEHvbgWn0mi6JByNDFiSfClBtQFBQDOeUHd70dqpxgJfLHZAht_SnuF-UWhVuA90Gz4oE5tuKMJX-2XxpGGyTz4NpzvsSB1Hww4d_Uuh_NJwp0nDpe_l7_exl1KkTgfXf/s1600-h/seed+310.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBQfqoBnITIvMEHvbgWn0mi6JByNDFiSfClBtQFBQDOeUHd70dqpxgJfLHZAht_SnuF-UWhVuA90Gz4oE5tuKMJX-2XxpGGyTz4NpzvsSB1Hww4d_Uuh_NJwp0nDpe_l7_exl1KkTgfXf/s200/seed+310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442332351121530370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mi tia and our tears and hugs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJowq-XWx9ry7k2N0_LPAGV2eiVBIzPDoR0xMpKtczFpb4tr65UXyOc_JmDTyYzAiIjCsggNShemgnQjUSwTmChFBcwX67RWmx7Z-HJP9du_0byjx_ZQw7EYwKaDpxKOoMdNQZX2U4G-ye/s1600-h/seed+293.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJowq-XWx9ry7k2N0_LPAGV2eiVBIzPDoR0xMpKtczFpb4tr65UXyOc_JmDTyYzAiIjCsggNShemgnQjUSwTmChFBcwX67RWmx7Z-HJP9du_0byjx_ZQw7EYwKaDpxKOoMdNQZX2U4G-ye/s200/seed+293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442331421829138114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> Nery the best friend I could ever ask for.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhAUCUlkzEhZqxN6aRBWD-blteYFHP51jwlYs5eUXSB_1cYZES4pxELvfz9SQfdlV4ZXC6-4Pzr2sPDi0cpWlD2XDIXWy0beGyH82hPjyNCQa8Tbuc2FlwHif0QiMRk4SGoUeVdxc2BUs/s1600-h/seed+298.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhAUCUlkzEhZqxN6aRBWD-blteYFHP51jwlYs5eUXSB_1cYZES4pxELvfz9SQfdlV4ZXC6-4Pzr2sPDi0cpWlD2XDIXWy0beGyH82hPjyNCQa8Tbuc2FlwHif0QiMRk4SGoUeVdxc2BUs/s200/seed+298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442331416026522338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Luisro and his dedication to the medical work few but us understand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vs96dBnP5BLbgypeYI-g-Qo-kQDboEUv5YjDbwOEKHxR2HumBk_cm42ArOppeRbctAZvwEklqk76Vt7jWbak_Y5erzaPuWBwGAvmjkxhng9674p5ATvZuXiF7YAKF2GkilP_GwM7o_07/s1600-h/seed+296.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vs96dBnP5BLbgypeYI-g-Qo-kQDboEUv5YjDbwOEKHxR2HumBk_cm42ArOppeRbctAZvwEklqk76Vt7jWbak_Y5erzaPuWBwGAvmjkxhng9674p5ATvZuXiF7YAKF2GkilP_GwM7o_07/s200/seed+296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442331404487997202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jose mi hermano chapin!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjT_7cIAA6-fColLX2RHYfNO7sspWn8sjg0X2JN26Z89g3aMZFww9H2dW4fvcvKU5y7JWSL06DfI0gI1mfov-qL5KDof-kD53gj-QjUaUq7D0EDFlgh10_m2wa9IAfMzVtvP4zB67-AwN/s1600-h/seed+297.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjT_7cIAA6-fColLX2RHYfNO7sspWn8sjg0X2JN26Z89g3aMZFww9H2dW4fvcvKU5y7JWSL06DfI0gI1mfov-qL5KDof-kD53gj-QjUaUq7D0EDFlgh10_m2wa9IAfMzVtvP4zB67-AwN/s200/seed+297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442331396237142274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> My Hermanitas :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> Juan and his encouragement to make me use my spanish. :) Brenda and Vicki and their smiles and encouragement. All the amazing leaders that made this possible. The youth who I never knew that smiled and hugged me. So many people I couldn't name. All these incredible people that have forever been etched into my heart.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4CmJNuqGcQ5tU441C6UBv6yFkIE2ZMcSEkPzwX1wN3di7XUx-IfjGksnS_K3JhgX9fr3YdqZJmSrFp3B2Dc8xnKlwnxvGyDuVVW826148Y-SqrHMtflZi438opYdg_nh1YxpL6DfADrH/s1600-h/seed+309.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4CmJNuqGcQ5tU441C6UBv6yFkIE2ZMcSEkPzwX1wN3di7XUx-IfjGksnS_K3JhgX9fr3YdqZJmSrFp3B2Dc8xnKlwnxvGyDuVVW826148Y-SqrHMtflZi438opYdg_nh1YxpL6DfADrH/s400/seed+309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442330371192842386" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Saturday November 28th</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Morning came, though I wished in a way it wouldn't have. We all packed up and our home at Las Colinas disappeared back into the open grass fields it was before we came. Nery, and Mi hermanos Marves sat at the water tank overlooking las colinas soaking in our last morning. Final goodbyes were choked out if we could. We all joined in for one final dance in the open field. Everyone moving in unison laughing and smiling. :) Hugs I'll never stop cherishing, faces I'll never stop seeing, and this burning in my heart I'll never stop feeling. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Yo soy Chapina!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We packed up in Rene's car and my brothers and I left to make it to the airport on time. The second we left the dusty lane of Las Colinas to the paved streets of Chimalt my eyes filled with tears that wouldn't stop. Rene Alberto and I laughed about it but I couldn't help soaking it all in, cherishing every moment, every street sign, child laughing of my beautiful Guatemala. This land is forever etched in my heart and soul.</span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jugdi6J4XnBfiR-VtsvqcWbh4UxXB7o45irZzWXJm5DOYrTh3bK8yTnEE6pFiHWVVSEYn_32T3oz0raTHxvj-nNfMH8__ep97CUaw_07EK2iQ-ivO4EH8tfLo06QDxNVgT3xzAJ3k0Rf/s1600-h/seed+312.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jugdi6J4XnBfiR-VtsvqcWbh4UxXB7o45irZzWXJm5DOYrTh3bK8yTnEE6pFiHWVVSEYn_32T3oz0raTHxvj-nNfMH8__ep97CUaw_07EK2iQ-ivO4EH8tfLo06QDxNVgT3xzAJ3k0Rf/s200/seed+312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442329707813010498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hermano Youtuv :) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7ZLBoAglkAsO_tsyRjzHdNAWh6MfGTUanqlgTjOw0nm24Es28SlzgfRNWGSfqcn8T-Yk-Gg_l02pOIJRq0JUC5hX99I03rEyKnUTF-Jx7s8xnG-6K7NEqLJJymjvuEqChPFN0TheFTyV/s1600-h/seed+313.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7ZLBoAglkAsO_tsyRjzHdNAWh6MfGTUanqlgTjOw0nm24Es28SlzgfRNWGSfqcn8T-Yk-Gg_l02pOIJRq0JUC5hX99I03rEyKnUTF-Jx7s8xnG-6K7NEqLJJymjvuEqChPFN0TheFTyV/s200/seed+313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442329696761943954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mamita y Hermano Alberto</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZJi1rfGDzVLZqZcNWecG_0SH_s04jT1mEtwdxDmY7xfE8DFyR7Avr_rGMeP17M2J0wJqoJXGB_x0b6adIhEvbDEVJW2JZXygu0cwApgTGR5WmlGvD5HohAO6ZKEyUTfMMdUoP6m-g3k4/s1600-h/seed+314.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZJi1rfGDzVLZqZcNWecG_0SH_s04jT1mEtwdxDmY7xfE8DFyR7Avr_rGMeP17M2J0wJqoJXGB_x0b6adIhEvbDEVJW2JZXygu0cwApgTGR5WmlGvD5HohAO6ZKEyUTfMMdUoP6m-g3k4/s200/seed+314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442329677234284130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mi compa Mish</div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><u><br /></u></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mamita, Michelle and mi hermanos hugged me at the airport and I won't forget their smiles,tears and waves as I turned towards the terminal.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjX8YMQ90KISS1_CJ4ZUvRGjut6H2UZ_O8iNnPKi8CBKU-CdiIt1MR8R1CgzUaieW1Yl_s_701ExF3SmbxgfdQWUwQzhzchCB184SMnt81P94_x8ZgepZewldwYEFM3gHchaqHm4IEtrsz/s1600-h/11036_528137023239_122803504_31192740_6845055_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjX8YMQ90KISS1_CJ4ZUvRGjut6H2UZ_O8iNnPKi8CBKU-CdiIt1MR8R1CgzUaieW1Yl_s_701ExF3SmbxgfdQWUwQzhzchCB184SMnt81P94_x8ZgepZewldwYEFM3gHchaqHm4IEtrsz/s400/11036_528137023239_122803504_31192740_6845055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442328521956291458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That week changed my life. I will never fully understand why I was given such an incredible opportunity but I will be forever grateful I was able to be a part of it. A lone gringa from the states. The only one able to participate. These people will forever be mi hermanos y hermanas. That friendship will last forever and the legacy someday passed to my kids. I WILL see mi amigos again. :) And I will spend the rest of my life cherishing that memory and living worthy of it and more. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-35627726396908630202009-10-15T17:35:00.000-07:002009-10-16T09:17:39.264-07:00Testimonio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGZmj3wAbw9ErEU7mX6mKZcFySdTnkKruFfhTCl2wYLl7o4ry6EWtGgcxVPeh0WWQ0K_x0R503SeYOM7Ny5gdUnJtX41JeDYezbEMslmwoIUdUNwCYSK_fpZz6nCIWp4oVYVFSw9uJ_AU/s1600-h/GregOlsen-InHisLight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392991716671238594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGZmj3wAbw9ErEU7mX6mKZcFySdTnkKruFfhTCl2wYLl7o4ry6EWtGgcxVPeh0WWQ0K_x0R503SeYOM7Ny5gdUnJtX41JeDYezbEMslmwoIUdUNwCYSK_fpZz6nCIWp4oVYVFSw9uJ_AU/s400/GregOlsen-InHisLight.jpg" border="0" /></a> Para EFY de Guatemala<br /><br />Me encuentro frente a ustedes el día de hoy para dar testimonio de que sé que Dios vive, y esa es la verdad más grande de todas las verdades! Nuestro Salvador vive. ¡Él vive!Él los ama y los conoce. Él los conoce mejor de lo que ustedes mismos se conocen. Él sabe las tensiones de la vida diaria, conoce sus dificultades, sus esperanzas, sus obstáculos, su amor y gozo, conoce sus defectos y sus sueños.Doy testimonio que si ponen su confianza en Él, Él no les fallará. Al poner a Dios como prioridad en su vida, todas las cosas obrarán para nuestro bien. Estas caerán en su debido lugar o serán quitadas de su vida. A pesar de las pruebas que puedan venir en la vida, Él no los dejará caer. Él los fortalecerá a través del fuego purificador. Él quiere que ustedes triunfen. Les ayudará lograr cada deseo justo de su corazón si tan solo confían en Él. Les ruego que vayan a Él. Abran sus corazones y vean todo lo bueno que Él ha puesto ante ustedes.Sé que Él dirige nuestros caminos y teje la tapicería de nuestras vidas. Estoy tan agradecida porque mi vida los incluye a ustedes. Me siento tan afortunada por la oportunidad que nuestros caminos se cruzaran, personas tan maravillosas como ustedes. Los he llegado a amar mucho, como si fueran mis hermanos y hermanas. Oro para que ustedes también hayan sentido esa unión familiar durante este tiempo, en especial la unión con nuestro hermano mayor, Jesucristo.Doy testimonio que los grandes principios de este evangelio son verdaderos. El Libro de Mormón es la palabra de Dios. José Smith vivió y restauró el evangelio. Thomas S. Monson es el profeta viviente, vidente y revelador, él les ama, ora por ustedes. Él, los grandes apóstoles y sus increíbles líderes ruegan por su bienestar cada día. Ellos oran para que puedan seguir los consejos y mantenerse en el sendero de la rectitud.A pesar que mi tiempo aquí ha sido corto, jamás lo olvidaré. Muchos grandes milagros me han dado la oportunidad de estar frente a ustedes hoy y siempre estaré agradecida por ellos. Siempre tendré estos recuerdos en mi corazón. Quiero que sepan que sé que el evangelio es verdadero. Los amo. El Salvador les ama. Oro para que ese conocimiento penetre sus corazones. Digo estas cosas en el nombre de Jesucristo, Amén.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYTQEbl2R2BBiF404P7qopRiTxp9et11mnQ59KDGW4r8EglW75GmKtxcOfzKawtXFrKz4YalwplaLfG2nlBYBOEB6FY_iKVI8yQG7Y7_IW_GOEjD2BlkAFQdmwk37gQotrLtsMnobsRz0/s1600-h/jer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392990245761880898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYTQEbl2R2BBiF404P7qopRiTxp9et11mnQ59KDGW4r8EglW75GmKtxcOfzKawtXFrKz4YalwplaLfG2nlBYBOEB6FY_iKVI8yQG7Y7_IW_GOEjD2BlkAFQdmwk37gQotrLtsMnobsRz0/s400/jer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-74769676333300060812009-09-28T20:37:00.000-07:002009-09-28T21:48:57.703-07:00My HeroGarrett Elbert, who will forever by my adopted little brother<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXJMPwMr9SDLPeaRYkmCJYKeBsAFmfFO6GtInidfKSlzeW9EtUmZoKANd74E2ugOdREUGqSv0WPNjG4tEhHkrmyVcnD62e2vIHWMIA0WuaN0SlLhDE2XtSYdS1VbDESBe6KAHE21u6C3u/s1600-h/jkla;.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729201903721186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXJMPwMr9SDLPeaRYkmCJYKeBsAFmfFO6GtInidfKSlzeW9EtUmZoKANd74E2ugOdREUGqSv0WPNjG4tEhHkrmyVcnD62e2vIHWMIA0WuaN0SlLhDE2XtSYdS1VbDESBe6KAHE21u6C3u/s400/jkla;.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Through the years, we have all changed, grown, and come far in life. But no one has become a greater example in my life than this kid. <br />We met and became quick friends in 2006 when we grew a common dream to serve in Guatemala. Many people helped with the endeavor, but Garrett let it change his life. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Pqc9JavfdOtRvYJmNYh04jUfDY2AlqBV5939ow_7oiqMhLEWGLWM7HmP_2ITtZ3WuRjd9P0nLeJjTNYLaUpgcKkju9AIe_9kTSJAj-xsxFV1NqdEyNWS5vOWOWT9yRsj8BO4VD7Li3yR/s1600-h/3258_520935430289_122803504_30914172_6922522_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729200633973346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Pqc9JavfdOtRvYJmNYh04jUfDY2AlqBV5939ow_7oiqMhLEWGLWM7HmP_2ITtZ3WuRjd9P0nLeJjTNYLaUpgcKkju9AIe_9kTSJAj-xsxFV1NqdEyNWS5vOWOWT9yRsj8BO4VD7Li3yR/s400/3258_520935430289_122803504_30914172_6922522_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> I will never forget the plane ride home from our first time down here and the conversations that took place. Realizing how much he'd been through, and how he got to where he was. To be able to have just had the once in a lifetime experiences we had just had and knowing without a doubt that Heavenly Father's hand was in all we do. In the smiles we put on children's faces, the embraces from grateful mothers, and the bright light burning from our hearts when we realized our potential to serve those around us. How can anyone deny Him? I am so grateful for Him crossing our paths, and letting me meet my little brother and great friend.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XEYjLIvGQbqooD89E0rysAx6YstSQQOJdMidb-E7O04nteRrHTliWF9Pv4Wkp-mhtP7ksbfUe1R2eDV-ghO4GsPgCxTQUse2EK4gxMw_kw01h2imd6NL_B7PBBeC9z8dQDHUdFXHbh9x/s1600-h/3258_520935530089_122803504_30914192_1698947_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729188550751170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XEYjLIvGQbqooD89E0rysAx6YstSQQOJdMidb-E7O04nteRrHTliWF9Pv4Wkp-mhtP7ksbfUe1R2eDV-ghO4GsPgCxTQUse2EK4gxMw_kw01h2imd6NL_B7PBBeC9z8dQDHUdFXHbh9x/s400/3258_520935530089_122803504_30914192_1698947_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Since that experience I have seen him grow so much! I have never met someone with such a pure heart and desire to give everything he has to serve those around him. He has made the decision to serve an LDS mission and I couldn't be more proud of him!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDKMCzERcSFYipV9Wyn0LyZWR5zHyBAJlIrsnvtJAC9EbiKrx-JTD85VYAVtQpdFronkWzm84_H4YcqJifHpy87fVT7-Hgrv4k5mFNUt9M_rbWBiwD69qf3seBJBvGUBVjn-Qti9WOPeA/s1600-h/3258_520934776599_122803504_30914139_5525557_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386729185641187714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDKMCzERcSFYipV9Wyn0LyZWR5zHyBAJlIrsnvtJAC9EbiKrx-JTD85VYAVtQpdFronkWzm84_H4YcqJifHpy87fVT7-Hgrv4k5mFNUt9M_rbWBiwD69qf3seBJBvGUBVjn-Qti9WOPeA/s400/3258_520934776599_122803504_30914139_5525557_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Love ya Bestie!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-84234254167262445672009-09-27T19:14:00.000-07:002009-09-27T22:24:06.822-07:00Heaven on Earth:<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Guatemala</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Today my heart has been burning more than ever with love for these people. They have truly become my own. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivdLHYzoqAg7IOsHatKi6_y9GlCCAuiI350PQk64NEAYUAxj8IeumvOHmobzncVsk1AUq4diGeXa1bhMCMXagMIPJm3zFep6kAwBorEu6SYpA_Q8qMbHADfOMDLPvUQl6yXUpIYUD93TfP/s1600-h/3258_520935634879_122803504_30914213_6442279_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337595034905490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivdLHYzoqAg7IOsHatKi6_y9GlCCAuiI350PQk64NEAYUAxj8IeumvOHmobzncVsk1AUq4diGeXa1bhMCMXagMIPJm3zFep6kAwBorEu6SYpA_Q8qMbHADfOMDLPvUQl6yXUpIYUD93TfP/s400/3258_520935634879_122803504_30914213_6442279_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I have had the opportunity to spend time amongst them for the past two summers and it is the best thing I have done with my life thus far.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkw-hPGWDR7vg7ypR_Q_FsOs0-Lq7ZCyD5NioXPBXlmCKNab0DPJP9Zbv6WP8t-XamXRLxTPZnNappPF0V6O0wV6cBhLOBPmuyai-kEjljGlUKZ_j2tsPL2dC5XffHkEnyng1ZfIEPYjy/s1600-h/3258_520935375399_122803504_30914161_2809520_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337481980748738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkw-hPGWDR7vg7ypR_Q_FsOs0-Lq7ZCyD5NioXPBXlmCKNab0DPJP9Zbv6WP8t-XamXRLxTPZnNappPF0V6O0wV6cBhLOBPmuyai-kEjljGlUKZ_j2tsPL2dC5XffHkEnyng1ZfIEPYjy/s320/3258_520935375399_122803504_30914161_2809520_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> I LOVE GUATEMALA! The cobblestone streets, tanned faces, brown eyes, homemade tortillas, misty greenery, rain downpours, cilantro, giggling kids, and so much more. It is my home away from home. I can't get enough of it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIjH2CCcB89b9W-btg8OC1Js8W8_9uFTOzIzUvaYbEcgwH66UtZgSe-dhODuXw-NRtxE161ty0tXKZqbpvC1mIy63zYtrtFNUoY-dx3inAHmPtljupCkPU0hSEO9ymC0Uz_gk8U9Zrku7/s1600-h/3258_520935380389_122803504_30914162_1903469_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337470419197938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIjH2CCcB89b9W-btg8OC1Js8W8_9uFTOzIzUvaYbEcgwH66UtZgSe-dhODuXw-NRtxE161ty0tXKZqbpvC1mIy63zYtrtFNUoY-dx3inAHmPtljupCkPU0hSEO9ymC0Uz_gk8U9Zrku7/s320/3258_520935380389_122803504_30914162_1903469_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> This picture depicts my favorite memory in Guatemala.</div><div>I had just arrived at a Guatemalan Orphanage. I swooped up a young girl in my arms and was amazed at her health condition; she was light, too light. She was malnourished, beaten, bruised, and left for dead. I carefully spun her around and watched in awe as she threw her head back to giggle. I remember being hit with the realization that she was in my care; I was helping her to laugh, to feel loved. I had walked into her life and left her better than I found her. I knew that I could make a difference; no feeling can replace or come close to that of service.<br />This picture was the first time she smiled.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKiKxXO9565wTrd4MewHVzfvlTBVEKjZKGCVmeo39yjqNWkAJrUQvfaXZc0i_XplJkKzV_gpa6AnB8JyMORN3uUEdNqDk_HTpyIfF0hVIb407BPlQn1archxqAXULKZvg4zyuspEv_UDs/s1600-h/3258_520935435279_122803504_30914173_463392_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337464599266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKiKxXO9565wTrd4MewHVzfvlTBVEKjZKGCVmeo39yjqNWkAJrUQvfaXZc0i_XplJkKzV_gpa6AnB8JyMORN3uUEdNqDk_HTpyIfF0hVIb407BPlQn1archxqAXULKZvg4zyuspEv_UDs/s320/3258_520935435279_122803504_30914173_463392_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Since last August I have been aching to be there again and I am so grateful for my upcoming opportunity. Through many prayers and miracles I have been blessed with the upcoming opportunity to help with their first EFY as a Health Counselor. I couldn't be more thrilled! :) </div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYOx5xh3IdFizv0MweCtjdLkxfMY-1aX7jGWIYrYWdpUPW7YcmPjEA5pt1h70pchQl32fQphc2Om0YWrQdeZAQMERblBEYJelQJVmA06oNZwBqr6Z0C-FWdKDbrGw88QSxRfV9VzaIHzQ/s1600-h/3258_520935515119_122803504_30914189_1353455_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337459091133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYOx5xh3IdFizv0MweCtjdLkxfMY-1aX7jGWIYrYWdpUPW7YcmPjEA5pt1h70pchQl32fQphc2Om0YWrQdeZAQMERblBEYJelQJVmA06oNZwBqr6Z0C-FWdKDbrGw88QSxRfV9VzaIHzQ/s320/3258_520935515119_122803504_30914189_1353455_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I would like to bare testimony of Heavenly Father's hands in our lives. There have been so many miracles in my life and my experience with this wonderful place has been one of the most impactful. They are my brothers and sisters. And my heart is ALWAYS with them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmCVLCKHW0mlCG6lubTRmZU9R4qUsaHtRe4mg6JD-BVIbIaognAX8UeLQWlxosNvU6A7enFQhxglMzpGtw6WPDO8npnMyjhnXZPWmgEqRRAo7qzghsOkJ2AEOJGbRLiSQ0mFai34wycEh/s1600-h/3258_520935365419_122803504_30914159_6607152_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337451516929106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmCVLCKHW0mlCG6lubTRmZU9R4qUsaHtRe4mg6JD-BVIbIaognAX8UeLQWlxosNvU6A7enFQhxglMzpGtw6WPDO8npnMyjhnXZPWmgEqRRAo7qzghsOkJ2AEOJGbRLiSQ0mFai34wycEh/s320/3258_520935365419_122803504_30914159_6607152_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yo Soy Chapin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-66285416457938959032009-09-23T15:18:00.000-07:002009-09-23T15:36:05.864-07:00Brinsay!I literally would not have made it through the past year without this girl! She is my right hand woman. :) She has become my sister friend and so much more.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08oKmS6Gr7WfzxR5O7vBSWNG6qVp3E3nLCt6-2kPuanv3jT5LNqhaHTbVn-mV1XpcvH_HWfTJ6PQo_aVTqVo6PWI57esPt_hpJZrRSK5ekDDpF8iIxz9TrKVHHR8N7ANGVCEX2pJ1Oo_1/s1600-h/3258_520934781589_122803504_30914140_4970733_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384793002122368802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08oKmS6Gr7WfzxR5O7vBSWNG6qVp3E3nLCt6-2kPuanv3jT5LNqhaHTbVn-mV1XpcvH_HWfTJ6PQo_aVTqVo6PWI57esPt_hpJZrRSK5ekDDpF8iIxz9TrKVHHR8N7ANGVCEX2pJ1Oo_1/s320/3258_520934781589_122803504_30914140_4970733_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Through all the grueling ups and downs of the Paramedic program Britt has been there for me and I couldn't be more grateful. We've been on the rollercoaster together. She can always put a smile on my face and ease the workload with fun adventures!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrdu-LNxf-neUDxbrcnaryRjfi3YfBpWRS1SIxY21X8gVk02MJ_JMznFvkxirnHJapUh01ujmskyqT8fMdNT9iA-ATRFcQ3pukxmC5Geb_w_bkS1_GTwlJfY1xvvC2dVvzxGPX0pqbKwe/s1600-h/4181_521549225239_122803504_30936087_2809465_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384792991398732898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrdu-LNxf-neUDxbrcnaryRjfi3YfBpWRS1SIxY21X8gVk02MJ_JMznFvkxirnHJapUh01ujmskyqT8fMdNT9iA-ATRFcQ3pukxmC5Geb_w_bkS1_GTwlJfY1xvvC2dVvzxGPX0pqbKwe/s320/4181_521549225239_122803504_30936087_2809465_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Haha, we are so alike in some ways and in others we couldn't be more different. Yet people mix us up all the time, so we are officially called 'Brinsay'.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPZvuLyY8toNGprxsWyaWt8fa8FqA1vWMXAVqalvOn5Aqx4qLLoh_6MWM9GW2OMbJjfI_RhglOn8s_zBh7_fy-8GzvCxOsSHNuj50EiXV-JlXMJ1EHCdNjooGLds8Gk_rvjirAEEydKZK/s1600-h/5121_522631147059_122803504_30983619_591325_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384792986387304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPZvuLyY8toNGprxsWyaWt8fa8FqA1vWMXAVqalvOn5Aqx4qLLoh_6MWM9GW2OMbJjfI_RhglOn8s_zBh7_fy-8GzvCxOsSHNuj50EiXV-JlXMJ1EHCdNjooGLds8Gk_rvjirAEEydKZK/s320/5121_522631147059_122803504_30983619_591325_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We have had some amazing memories over the year, and she is one thing I will miss most about BYU-Idaho. But she is a friend I'll keep for life. :) She will be an amazing medic and I am so proud of her for working so hard despite all the hardships in life.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpp6gDMt1IOVmrIO6iIUNvVW1kTYwYYNhY3uMcFdrY3GaSM8hV6IBgL5PmNlSG3C2XheNYSXCwwnChOsIWYJgaTYYEjr6qxx3VI7kh1FikVIV3rANovS57eemsVn5YVLirsmowr9rzKBY/s1600-h/6613_524906442349_122803504_31082824_6855534_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384792976017971458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpp6gDMt1IOVmrIO6iIUNvVW1kTYwYYNhY3uMcFdrY3GaSM8hV6IBgL5PmNlSG3C2XheNYSXCwwnChOsIWYJgaTYYEjr6qxx3VI7kh1FikVIV3rANovS57eemsVn5YVLirsmowr9rzKBY/s320/6613_524906442349_122803504_31082824_6855534_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks for savin my life B! :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SgjGs2WvD3oxk6W32xzcY_FjgieeWvDSWNeddP0gTN7kGbvgYU-_raT6RW_Y_jf_dggc_k80XAepkI8gFa7FOpzMacM7KiErKl2mO-wECOdb_mc7pWvqNukn6bWLXqt3IxooelJzKd5H/s1600-h/n122803504_30832998_6037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384792965897987874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SgjGs2WvD3oxk6W32xzcY_FjgieeWvDSWNeddP0gTN7kGbvgYU-_raT6RW_Y_jf_dggc_k80XAepkI8gFa7FOpzMacM7KiErKl2mO-wECOdb_mc7pWvqNukn6bWLXqt3IxooelJzKd5H/s320/n122803504_30832998_6037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-33819773014513510702009-09-21T18:30:00.000-07:002009-11-06T23:16:21.437-08:00"What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies."On September 6th 2007 Parker Scott Jeppesen changed my life :)<br /><br />Since it happened a little over two years ago, it's been on my mind this week and I wanted to take the chance to focus on the blessings that have come into my life because of that day.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9ZRe07zSlPFDXiaArrurLnj0p3k3RxImXfq4c_1IAZL-AkqltbGbEU7Lwb10mswreCVcbXurG7cW0W8FzAIVRkZIdmBuqeVfKWATjFmZ_NVvlBDcWTHM_Uu9PH0fLP4aRJniC0MMoqp1/s1600-h/jioj.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101403536924242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9ZRe07zSlPFDXiaArrurLnj0p3k3RxImXfq4c_1IAZL-AkqltbGbEU7Lwb10mswreCVcbXurG7cW0W8FzAIVRkZIdmBuqeVfKWATjFmZ_NVvlBDcWTHM_Uu9PH0fLP4aRJniC0MMoqp1/s320/jioj.JPG" border="0" /></a>On September 3rd 2007 I was putting in my two weeks notice at Lee's Marketplace to move up to BYU-Idaho for my first semester. I knew of Park but had never really spent any time with him. He was starting work and still training. I remember taking my till to the checkstand next to him and feeling an 'emotional breath of fresh air' for lack of better words just being around him and laughing. He asked how to ring up pistachios and the rest was history :) It was like coming home. We all became quick friends and in a short period of time I cared for the Bristol boys as my own family.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTH57R3HIOJgMD7xMRY_dWFBl-HhwfOJvUs_yXt8sgHVWIvcY1aMPW4vIg9loS-EF403EaNAar3IrpsCNLtTb8rdls4gR46tNAU9uadFdXxVWNFRGKAx92YSDLMeqZm_iFoJ2528ThDv6r/s1600-h/3258_520934621909_122803504_30914108_2673912_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100235077540434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTH57R3HIOJgMD7xMRY_dWFBl-HhwfOJvUs_yXt8sgHVWIvcY1aMPW4vIg9loS-EF403EaNAar3IrpsCNLtTb8rdls4gR46tNAU9uadFdXxVWNFRGKAx92YSDLMeqZm_iFoJ2528ThDv6r/s320/3258_520934621909_122803504_30914108_2673912_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It never mattered what we were 'doing', it was about the company and the memories. Mark Soffe became the older brother I never had (to this day I believe he gives the best hugs in the world), Mckay Nuttall could put a smile on your face no matter the situation, James Rohwer is one of the hardest workers I've ever met, and Parker taught me what it is to be pure in heart and to always look forward in life with a smile on your face.</div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhnLj91UsctJ9PxrT54AMDfdtmDqHKB9d31XG3VEeh0OWCsQljCP5UMLxb7L_P9kHqUA_1psRAJWW_g9PA1y8zs5fYGNfHNlxu7Pg8oBUxtS_Z-ErUWPZsfompi2IFt3YrS-5N7odN2qE/s1600-h/seed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100234048968754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhnLj91UsctJ9PxrT54AMDfdtmDqHKB9d31XG3VEeh0OWCsQljCP5UMLxb7L_P9kHqUA_1psRAJWW_g9PA1y8zs5fYGNfHNlxu7Pg8oBUxtS_Z-ErUWPZsfompi2IFt3YrS-5N7odN2qE/s320/seed.jpg" border="0" /></a>I have never met a person with such a big heart, ability to include ANYONE, and to find the joy in every moment. I remember being sad during my first semester of college for missing Lauren's first date and dance. Without me having to say two words, He was on my porch with the comrades and baseball bats in tow, showing her date who was boss. :) It meant so much more to me than he will ever know.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAu2_Vuhwfj1ggN2GHYEpIJg3cbh_Y02h5Hqc_gHydTr2eV_t4q9eRHOMjW4PZrOsIGaUXqdGJyugGaOnAQUn7qpwpJ18xq2A83K5UqlljffdC64Kswq1Hb3vTUVzpk-u7bbJyZHOLQbS/s1600-h/PC270895.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100224367831458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAu2_Vuhwfj1ggN2GHYEpIJg3cbh_Y02h5Hqc_gHydTr2eV_t4q9eRHOMjW4PZrOsIGaUXqdGJyugGaOnAQUn7qpwpJ18xq2A83K5UqlljffdC64Kswq1Hb3vTUVzpk-u7bbJyZHOLQbS/s320/PC270895.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Since that day he has only continued to amaze me. He is now serving an LDS mission in Hong Kong and I couldn't be more proud of him. He is constantly finding ways to improve in his life, create memories, and lift those around him. He never stops to think of himself. He is constantly moving forward and doing as he is asked. I am proud of him for being obedient in every aspect, big or small, for showing and feeling respect for those around him, and for always giving more than is required.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfAGSNK96GfVCrmtmxiiaEPOShlBeRjqXptlDiYVKpaBq4PlDNlV1J9LHA7Czg287iB8UVaF_CFKzsSvpC1KSHLq8Ti1d4g1yVPliBfKhKAWC2lfLel6DCRkgtJXi6R68_0tr9m54hgrV/s1600-h/n122803504_30486369_5180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100215297418482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfAGSNK96GfVCrmtmxiiaEPOShlBeRjqXptlDiYVKpaBq4PlDNlV1J9LHA7Czg287iB8UVaF_CFKzsSvpC1KSHLq8Ti1d4g1yVPliBfKhKAWC2lfLel6DCRkgtJXi6R68_0tr9m54hgrV/s320/n122803504_30486369_5180.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He is such an example to me and always will be. I will forever be grateful for the Bristol boy who changed my life. :)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-51471011046441571382009-09-20T18:02:00.001-07:002009-09-20T19:07:39.918-07:00Oh Remember RememberI have been contemplating areas in my life I'd like to improve on, and one of them continual optimism. To be able to see the hand of the Lord in every moment of every day.<br /><br />Today I'd like to focus on my Mom.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj5qpPa4YW6-a2JZa0sg_sFoAYNW7DG9QEfbQClsXItRJwl2ikSGq350jLx393201R42L6vechP3EPzl9WUVNbmOYs7coI6yzpauFZ6z-PDlNeDozoJ0BskHoHDEvE9BqiAiy1AGD4djq/s1600-h/Amy+and+Kirk+1988+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735797742048610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj5qpPa4YW6-a2JZa0sg_sFoAYNW7DG9QEfbQClsXItRJwl2ikSGq350jLx393201R42L6vechP3EPzl9WUVNbmOYs7coI6yzpauFZ6z-PDlNeDozoJ0BskHoHDEvE9BqiAiy1AGD4djq/s200/Amy+and+Kirk+1988+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> While writing this and looking through pictures, It made me sad to realize how few there are of just the two of us, but this defines her. She's the one with the camera. The one silently doing her work, never taking credit, and always thinking of others.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yEWbiDaHtwIhk-q67LTlQXRmtlp4gw-VZNNYPY3gTwD-ysdohSP_w-X0OrUIjhpIPKipg0HH-BzrtmZ2-Hrly9Psm2o9rBG_JsQ52NXSsULzaOdGGPml_xuQQ6n4XjbswGBisKxD35I_/s1600-h/Copy+of+Amy+and+Kirk+1989+215.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735648097206354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yEWbiDaHtwIhk-q67LTlQXRmtlp4gw-VZNNYPY3gTwD-ysdohSP_w-X0OrUIjhpIPKipg0HH-BzrtmZ2-Hrly9Psm2o9rBG_JsQ52NXSsULzaOdGGPml_xuQQ6n4XjbswGBisKxD35I_/s200/Copy+of+Amy+and+Kirk+1989+215.jpg" border="0" /></a> I owe every sense of service I have to her. She has drilled into my mind and soul a sense of propriety, respect for those around me, and a love for laughing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZV_9H2zJRosn5j8S5b1qv2RIKXqfUkWkA38rqZpI70a51eQpNbwWfNF-wOAQLOy8V_ww3HztHVRGUgDpvT0qdZt53_eY6yCmnkpINOqNSaKE7vJADnj5TjBYxnb2XWuWkbiHP604PDoby/s1600-h/Copy+of+Amy+and+Kirk+1989+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383735221364712546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZV_9H2zJRosn5j8S5b1qv2RIKXqfUkWkA38rqZpI70a51eQpNbwWfNF-wOAQLOy8V_ww3HztHVRGUgDpvT0qdZt53_eY6yCmnkpINOqNSaKE7vJADnj5TjBYxnb2XWuWkbiHP604PDoby/s400/Copy+of+Amy+and+Kirk+1989+074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It is in her arms I think of when I hear the word comfort, even as a 20 year old. She will always be my safe haven, my shoulder to cry on, and the first person I call with good news.<br />I miss being able to lay on her bed when I come home and discuss life and its happenings. I miss her Gardenia lotion. I miss the twinkle in her eye and her teasing. I miss her ease for making any stranger feel at home. I even miss flopping around in the pool with her at water aerobics. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383732824882434402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6ylVefZ8HFJGNdexqszWaiwsreRnuLKMTMMMznFfnOJqw6olJsNFVlH5m0yOl-rZaCKxpY-m52mel4nRUMCESCtJr7rxdj8L2opMny1X4N2tPSdvvJlJepnDD4oKbKT2OyZOpE9QA3GN/s400/Amy+and+Kirk+Wedding+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div>I want her to know that I love her, am proud of her, look up to and admire her, and am proud to be part of her lineage, her daughter.</div><br /><br /><div>I love you mommy :)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-89797382531358387382009-07-27T20:14:00.000-07:002009-07-27T21:07:45.457-07:00FiReFLiEs :B<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jBfFGEpQmr8675JBdM976IlAGv8NWB6_OELy_QxhkZQbP__bBuAJPboKxlrg0dhyphenhyphenQkaxLp4wnFdGaiBszcw8RnWovL7KlyJ0iUdnMa3F1oV8EEjUbTb4lpc1ufDIVaCQg1KnZh0R94Ir/s1600-h/DSCN0826%5B1%5D.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363346068186511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jBfFGEpQmr8675JBdM976IlAGv8NWB6_OELy_QxhkZQbP__bBuAJPboKxlrg0dhyphenhyphenQkaxLp4wnFdGaiBszcw8RnWovL7KlyJ0iUdnMa3F1oV8EEjUbTb4lpc1ufDIVaCQg1KnZh0R94Ir/s400/DSCN0826%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />"Before you met me i was a fairy princess<br />I caught frogs and called them prince And made myself a queen<br />Before you knew me i traveled 'round the world<br />I slept in castles and fell in love Because i was taught to dream<br />I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top<br />To capture tinkerbell<br />They were just fireflies to the untrained eye<br />But i could always tell<br /><br />I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like bed sheet sails<br />And i believe in peter pan and miracles And anything i can to get by<br />And fireflies"<br />-Faith Hill<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well! I made it! :)I am currently in Bellefontaine, Ohio.<br />I made it through an incredibly hard semester packed with 20 credits and weekly long clinical hours. It was one of the most difficult and rewarding times in my life so far. I've learned so much.<br />But through that learning and endurance I felt I had started to lose much of who I was. I've always been a dreamer, but lately I've become more of a realist. The medical world changes people. I missed things like compassion and appreciation coming easy. I've learned so much and changed for the better, but I missed cultivating much of who I am and want to be.<br />So, I needed a bit of a break. :) The opportunity came to come out east for the summer break with my roomate Bethany and I am so glad I have. I miss home and the people there, but it has been a great break. :)<br /><br />We endured a 29 hour car-ride across the wild west. :) I never thought so much land could look so identical!!!! Since arriving here I've attended a catholic wedding, LDS branch, learned that Buck-eyes are the best desert EVER! Better than Reeses Luna ;), chilled with the Amish (buggy crossing signs right across the street!;), gotten a Henna tatoo, Ridden horses (my favorite! They're right outside my window :) visited Michigan, milked a goat, and caught fireflies. :)<br /><br />I've learned so much in so little a time. I've jumped off the 90 mile an hour conveyer belt of life and am soaking in the world around me. I love the church history here. You can feel it in the air. I love reading my scriptures, looking out my window to the wheat fields below, knowing Zion's camp marched through this very town, and so many key pieces of gospel and scripture were restored here. The Sacred Grove is so tangible. I love that everyone is welcome and loving, no matter religion, race, or way of life. I've learned to embrace those around me (quite literally, they are quite big on hugging here :) And I've loved every minute of it.<br /><br />I'm grateful for this opportunity to re-catch a few of the fireflies in my life. :)<br /></span>Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-37864336134108010722009-06-20T09:32:00.000-07:002009-06-20T09:52:17.933-07:00Life Beginning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdksGVjYsNOnvejn4n4kJ_jMlZ_lb4IS5g0R6G_Vq_8GhhSfPkfWYtfugpMMt1Ffztt7LffOLAci648vueUWjWtsCLNm9_BxdsazYHpfnzRm0C9xAJ5OcE9qsD5XrbJ2VW5SiDZBHnqoZ1/s1600-h/quiz981outcome1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349452804247226274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdksGVjYsNOnvejn4n4kJ_jMlZ_lb4IS5g0R6G_Vq_8GhhSfPkfWYtfugpMMt1Ffztt7LffOLAci648vueUWjWtsCLNm9_BxdsazYHpfnzRm0C9xAJ5OcE9qsD5XrbJ2VW5SiDZBHnqoZ1/s320/quiz981outcome1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I turned in my Graduation Application and can't fully express the emotions that came with it. A new chapter in my life is readily advancing and I'm antsy and excited all at once. I don't know what the next door in life will be. But I can't wait to open it. :)<br /><br /><br />I'm so grateful for BYU Idaho and the many memories and lessons it has brought me. I have loved my time here. I love the spirit of the campus, the people.<br /><br /><br />I'm grateful for the opportunity to grow closer to my family, to gain appreciation for them. For their help in my transition between childhood and adulthood. I'm so grateful to know they are always there. :)<br /><br /><br />I'm so grateful for my family at the Fire Department and the training I've recieved. Though this chapter in my life is soon ending, I will always remember my training, and the confidence and capability I've recieved.<br /><br /><br />I'm so grateful for my ward, for the first time in my life being so close to my Bishopric, my Relief Society girls, my opportunity to serve. It has strengthened me so much. I KNOW this gospel is true. I'm grateful for the opportunity to have it with me every hour of every day.<br /><br /><br />Though I'm not entirely sure what the purpose of these years of preparation have been for, I know that He has directed me in them. I am not scared of the future for I know He is in it. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />I was watching my favorite movie again last week, and couldn't help but empathize this part yet again. :)<br />"I want so much more than this provincial life, I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I can tell. :)"<br /><br />Let life begin!Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-16507957924938558132009-02-16T11:41:00.000-08:002009-02-16T11:53:28.253-08:00My HaPpY LiSt-Dreyer's Strawberry popcicles,<br />-Plane take offs and landings,<br />-Made Beds<br />-Bristol Road<br />-Being Barefoot,<br />-Fresh Oranges<br />-Campfires, roasting starbursts,<br />-Daffodils<br />-Riding through the mountains on horseback<br />-Curling up under clean covers after shaving your legs<br />-Stadium lights<br />- Cache Valley's afterglow when it hits the mountainsin the summer right before sunset ...<br />-The atmosphere of the East Coast.<br />-The legacy and history of the United States...from our founding fathers.<br />-Driving with the windows down, the radio blaring and sunglasses on<br />-Fireworks<br />-Cold Pillows<br />-The moments when you laugh and cry at the same time<br />-Warm summer rain<br />-Natural Ice Cherry Chapstick<br />-Checking off your to-do list<br />-Big Bear Hugs<br />-A Good worn in pair of jeans<br />-Ben & Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk Ice Cream :)<br />-Lights and sirens<br />-My baby blanket<br />-Suntans<br />-Kickin up some dirt, fourwheeling :)<br />-Swinging, you're never too old!<br />-Gordon B. Hinckley's voice<br />-Getting on the freeway, sitting in the drivers seat<br />-Fresh Pineapple<br />- Getting to the top of the mountain and sitting there for an hour looking at the view<br />-Ferris Wheels<br />-Brown eyes<br />-Chili's Chips and Salsa<br />-Spontaneous Road Trips<br />-Dancin in the rain<br />-Piggy Backs<br />-Le Nonne<br />-The 'ONE, TWO.... THREE' before the boat pulls you up above the water on a pair of Skiis<br />-Warm gooey Banana Bread<br />-Stage lights<br />-Running with all your might to the beat of a song<br />-Sushi (tempura rolls)<br />-Packing for Vacations<br />-Getting mail<br />-The innocent smile and giggle of a little kid<br />-Lipstick Roses<br />-Walking on campus knowing who you are and where you're going. Not just at the moment... but in life<br />-Spontaneously gettin dirty :) haha.. mud fights....and water fights, where everyone loses :) the time we fell in the pond, fourwheelin trips<br />-Night games on hot summer nights<br />-Belle<br />-Listening to an amazing song on repeat all day long :)<br />-Getting a stamp in a passport<br />-The first and last day of school each year<br />-Sneaking out the back door at 3 am to sleep on the tramp with my little sis<br />-Doing something for someone they couldn't do for themselves<br />-Filling every moment with a memory.Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-47078392852404273572009-02-14T12:44:00.001-08:002009-02-14T13:10:07.539-08:00ParamedicineParamedics:<br /><br />Every time I tell people what I'm going into, the first response is "how can you handle that?". I never know how to respond. It is such a bittersweet job, in every way possible. And yet, I woudn't have it any other way.<br /><br />Why I chose it:<br /><br />I've always dreamed of becoming a Doctor, ever since I was little. But being a girl, wanting a family, the schooling, among other reasons... it just wasn't feasable.<br />I did an internship at Treehouse Pediatrics in highschool and loved every mintue of it! I LOVE working with kids, and would love to use my knowledge and skill to help in developing countries. It was there that I learned about the Physician's Assistant field. With only two years of school (post bachelors), good pay and hours, and being able to practice like a doctor, it was perfect! It's been my goal ever since!<br />I finished my genereals in high school to get some schooling out of the way, but couldn't decide on a bachelor's degree?<br />Nursing made sense but didn't feel right? Health science Social Work or Chemistry also made sense, but I needed medical experience?<br />And then everything just came together. I watched the movie the Guardian, and felt an overwhelming sense of duty, then while at a PA society meeting when they discussed a new degree at BYUI, a Bachelors in Paramedicine. It just clicked. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it, but I knew it was right.<br /><br />Being in the major I am has helped strengthen me in everyway possible.<br /><br />Physically: I am more conscious of my health and ability, and always trying to improve<br /><br />Socially: I have gained a FAMILY at the station, some of the best most admirable people I know. They continually guide and teach me, laugh and enjoy life, and help me when times are rough.<br /><br />Spiritually and emotionally: I have never been closer to my Savior. I KNOW I could not do what I do EVERY DAY without him. It is beyond my capabilities. In IV training, in Fire training, in being at work, clinicals and school nonstop, in putting my calling first, and in being spiritually and emotionally capable to handle the calls and experiences I have to. He is constantly with me, and I am so grateful for that.<br /><br />Having one of my best friends in high school killed in a car accident, has made me ponder a lot about what I do.<br />I have had many discussions with people about whether or not my job is even worth it, everything is in God's hands, and live or die, it is up to Him?<br /><br />That is my role, to be His hands when He needs me, when a drunk driver runs a red light and someones daughter was not supposed to be hit.<br />And when it is their time to go, I have peace in knowing I did all I could, and our Heavenly Father called them home.<br /><br />I bare testimony that ALL trials are for our good, if we see the good in them. They make us stronger, more humble, but most of all, they turn us to Him.<br /><br />I see and witness experiences every day that testify of that.<br /><br />Some time ago, while working in an ER, I had the experience of giving a death sentance, Terminal Cancer. I was so impressed with the response. Gratitude and humility were expressed rather than anger and resent. Inactivity turned into faith and then testimony.<br /><br /><br />My job reminds me EVERY DAY of my family, my friends, my health, my prosperity, my ability to use my talents to serve, my many blessings, and my Savior.<br /><br />I am so grateful for it all.Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-67596255917496222052009-02-14T12:00:00.000-08:002009-02-14T12:01:17.100-08:00A Whole Year!Parker hit his one year mark. I'm so happy and proud of him. He's done so well and is working so hard. I can't believe how much time has gone by and how much has changed, but all for the better. :) I wouldn't have it any other way. I love that boy!Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860891612438282139.post-88305848545773830472009-02-12T18:45:00.000-08:002009-02-12T18:47:00.495-08:00I'm a Newbie!I'm not married, and have no kids, which is what most people use these for. :) But I'd like to try to keep a better journal. So whether or not anyone reads this, I appreciate the opportunity to write a bit down and document my life.<br />Let Blogging Begin! :)Lindsay Lorrainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15379555113574446300noreply@blogger.com0