This blog was inspired by Tiffany Ferguson. While eating dinner with her and her family one night before Christmas, she encouraged me to write another blog and so I did (and my dad has finally helped me to publish it).
Some of you may
know what it is like living here as a missionary, but others may not. This is a blog for everyone, but especially for the people that don’t know what it is like living here.
First, the leche (milk in Spanish) comes in a large juice-box-like container. The apple juice and other
drinks do also, but not all the drinks.
This is sort of funny to me; there is a bus stop
right outside my house. Ho, ho, ho; whoops, I meant ha, ha, ha. Do ya get it; do ya, do ya, do
ya? It is good to have a chuckle every once in awhile; okay, back to business.
We
don’t have a car and almost every thing is pricey. Houses have big gates and people can
pay for a day and night guard.
All these thing are different ,but God has been
God. He is still God; He has provided; He has kept me safe; He is still God.
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