50 Days

I am officially counting down. I have 50 days until I go back to Peru.  This both excites and terrifies me!!  I am so excited about being able to return to a country that I fell in love with. To a people group that I (literally) dream about at night. To the most important work I will ever do in my life - God's work.  I am terrified because I am the group leader this time and I don't know my elbow from a hole in the ground about booking flights, leading in a foreign country, etc., etc., etc.

I could write about the people I will be working with for pages and pages.  Instead, I'll try to sum up with a few words and some pictures.  (my apologies to friends who have seen these pics and heard these stories for a year. Buck up - here they come again)

All credit for this pic goes to my friend, Ben.  It is one of my faves. No words can express the immensity and beauty of these mountains. The little white dust ball on the right is a 15 passenger van. Yeah...

Horrible pic of me, but these are only four of the 750+ orphans that stole my heart on the first day.  I pray that I will have the opportunity to return here and serve.

(Ben's pic again) This person is considered Quechua (keh'- choo-wah), which is a direct descendant of the Inca. They live in the high Andes, many speak both Spanish and Quechua, and live a very simple life compared to a typical American. I am in love with this people group. It has to be God-driven, because I never knew they existed before last summer. I look forward to many years of building relationships with them and sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ.

50 Days!!