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What In the World!!!

What in the world do Medicine Hat, Piapot and Moose Jaw (Canada) have to with Santa Cruz, Bolivia???  

Well… there are two men cycling across Canada!!!!!  Cam and Ken have dreamt for years of cycling from Vancouver to PEI… and it has finally worked out for them to do it…  They started two weeks ago… and will be arriving in Moose Jaw, SK tomorrow!  They are planning to finish their 6,000 kilometer trek by the end of July!!!!

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A Little Thought From Bolivia

Keiden still naps in the afternoons… When we’re at El Jordan, he sleeps on a mattress in my office…  and if I am going to be teaching or working nearby, I close the door, jamming a rag between the door and the frame so it won’t slam… If I’m going to be downstairs, the door stays wide open so Keiden is free to go directly downstairs to the daycare program…  Usually, I hear, “Mommy!!!!!!!”… but the other day, out of the blue, I heard him start to scream in fear…

I ran into my office to see what was wrong…  Tears overflowing, he said, “I couldn’t open (snif, snif) the door.”

“But, sweetheart!!! I was right here!!!  All you had to do was call Mommy and I’d come and open the door!!”   A little light went on in his head, as if he had forgotten that fact, “Oh yahh!”

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What's Been Going On?

It’s been a long time since I’ve written…  What’s been going on?

* I finally got rid of my second identity…but I still need to take the time to renew my driver’s license...  The work I did before on it has expired so I have to redo everything…

* Marlee’s birth certificate finally got re-transcribed into the system… SO… we were able to get her ID card which is what we needed to travel to Peru…

*  Marlee Jae turned a year old… Wow… She is VERY proud when she stands up alone… but so far hasn’t shown too much interest in walking by herself…

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My Journey ...

When I was little, I was the one who wanted to bring all the poor flea bitten, scrawny kittens home…  When I’d disappear from the sugar plantation “open air church meetings” my parents led, they’d find me later, visiting some little old Guarani grandmother in her little thatched roof shack…  Watching a race, I’d get a knot in my throat as competitors struggled along, bravely trying to finish, even when the winners were already being celebrated…  

In 1995, when I arrived back in Bolivia searching for some direction in my life, God very clearly directly me towards a group of people I had never really even considered before…  street kids and drug addicts…  So… there I was… unqualified “professionally”, intimidated by my own weaknesses… but with a conviction that God had engraved them on my heart… burdened me… for a purpose… 

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