I am in the world, not of it.

Romans 12:2
Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will know what God wants you to do, and you will know how good and pleasing and perfect his will really is.
In worship last night we sang: "Give us clean hands, and give us pure hearts. Let us not lift our souls to another. God let us be a generation that seeks your face, oh God of Jacob." We live in a world that puts more faith in our failing economy than in our savior. A world that would rather sing songs discriminating others than songs of praise. It's all so tempting to lose yourself to the worldliness but I'd rather live for something pure and true. God is doing something amazing with my life, I can feel him working and I am surrendering everything to him. I am a child of God, not a child of this world. Now that's something to get excited about! :)

So, I sit here this morning preparing myself for another day. Lately I feel like my life is moving in slow motion. I have so much that I want to accomplish, most of which I can't until I'm done with school. Regardless of the wait, I'm so excited for the adventures I have planned for myself. My next adventure: 26.2 miles around Duluth, June 20th! Lord give me strength.

Mi guía

Proverbs 3: 5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will direct your path.
The Lord is guiding me and I have faith that he is leading me on a wonderful journey. While in Spain I thought a lot about who I am, how I'm living my life, and my goals for the future. There is so much I want to see, languages I want to hear, and emotions I want to feel. I've never felt so strong and independent. With the Lord guiding me, I can do anything :). I still haven't wrote about my trip to Spain because it's too difficult. There isn't even words to describe the places I went, people I met, and all the experiences I had. It's something you just have to experience first hand. All my pictures from the trip are posted HERE!.

Unfortunately, the trip had to end and now classes have resumed, I have a busy schedule this semester. Seventeen credits, tutoring Latino adults, Strength class, CRU Thursdays, Bible study Tuesdays, marathon training, and I'm trying to get a job. Not to mention my classes are challenging, but at least I'm Mono free. I actually like constantly being busy, I hate having downtime. Another thing I hate: the cold. I can't get to class without getting a headache from the cold wind and my apartment is never warm. BUT I should not complain, it could be worse. Adios.

Three shots of espresso.

I'm having problems getting used to American coffee. Spaniards know how to start the morning right, a shot of espresso with a little milk on top. Every morning in Granada my friends and I would stop a a cute little café called Aroma y Sabor. We would sip our café con leche and by the time we left we felt like we could conquer the world. We were ready to take on the day with full force. Now, here in sit.. In my cold apartment in Wisconsin drinking my favored water aka coffee. No matter how many scoops of grounds I put in, it still comes out tasting the same. Water. Yesterday I was confused because I thought my coffee machine was broken..but nope, I just need the strong stuff. Jet lag causes me to need the strong stuff bad, therefore I walked to the closest coffee shop and had a cappuccino with three shots of espresso. That caused to me to have a short lived high, then I crashed terribly. Next time, I'll just stick to one. As soon as I find a job I am using my first paycheck to buy an espresso machine. I figure it'll pay off in the long run. So there, now i'm motivated to force myself out of my apartment into the bitter cold and fill out dozens of applications.

I miss my spanish life. The narrow streets, flamenco dancing, siestas, the friendly carefree atmosphere..and, por supuesto the coffee.

It's life's little let downs, spontaneity

Granada, Espana

Home. Why does home have to be that place where you grew up. Of course, home is where your family is. However, it's inevitable that family members go their different ways. Ultimately home is "where your heart is". In Spain, I feel home. The only way for my family & friends to understand it is they loved it as much as I do, but they don't. They've never experienced the Spanish lifestyle and culture so they can't understand why I love it so much. Pictures don't do it justice, it's a place that you just have to see with your own eyes.

It's 6:30 in the morning. I've been awake since 2 am. I'm jet lagged, bad. My mind is racing. Trying to figure out my next move. Teach abroad? Buenos Aires? What do I need in my life right now? Distractions? Everything is happening so fast, my life is coming together. All my dreams are within my reach, I just have to get there. So much is figured out but so much is left up in the air. I've got Buenos Aires on my mind. Spain on my mind, always. I can't sleep. I want to be too many other places besides right here. Taking in the Australian summer sun, muesos en Paris, exploring Europe, speaking spanish in America del Sur. So much more than sitting here waiting for the sun so I can start my day. Why do I have to wait. I'll start my day, start my adventures now. I don't need to wait for anything. I'm on my own path. Mi Busqueda.

Viajar el mundo

I'm going to travel the world.