you dont miss your water till the well runs dry.

Well it has officially been a week here in Tijuana. I am getting more settled in, beginning to find some rhythm, starting to feel comfortable, and im getting better and better at spanish every day.
This weekend was good. On Sunday i got to go to church, which i loved. Even though the only words i understood were Yes God and Jesus. I guess if i had to understand any words, those would be good ones to understand.
But i dont think the best part of church for me, was being in church. As me and millions of little girls piled into a van in the scorching heat, we noticed a quad zip by, flip a few times, skid, and trap one of the teenage boys under the quad. there were two boys riding it, one flew off, got up and tried to help his friend. they crashed directly outside the church. Millions of men swarmed the boy under the quad, and the little girls in my van gasped, some cried, i prayed and tried to calm them down. There was a silence i had never heard before. with 30 girls in one van, i didnt know there could be silence. I knew we were all praying, the men outside, praying, people in the church, were definitely praying. They lifted the Quad off the boy, and helped him to his feet. Tyler, a man from the orphanage, told him they needed to call an ambulance, but the boys insisted they couldnt, because it was illegal for them to ride on the streets in a quad, and they knew how much trouble it would cause. The boy, who was caught under the quad, got up, and got back on the quad insisting he was fine. the boys took off again, driving more cautiously, and we watched in awe, as they road away from an accident like that.
God is good, and God was there. It was amazing.

Sunday night Joan and i took some kids to the championship soccer game that some of the older boys from the orphanage were in, and i was amazed at how good they were. They lost 6-3 but i have never seen anyone play soccer like that in my life. It was fun, and i got to see what the kids in the orphanage like, are interested in, and are talented at.

I have felt alittle out of place especially with the older kids at the orphanage, and one night i was in the computer room, and a boy probably 17 walked in, and whispers in his best english, good evening. Not knowing he was actually talking to me, i said nothing, so he made a noise of clearing his throught, and said it again louder. I said oh im sorry, good evening. I asked him his name, it was Edgar, and i pleased that he was talking to me, and after telling him my name, he said nice to meet you, and walked away happy that i undersood his english.

God is working in me, in the kids, at the orphanage, in Tijuana, everywhere, God is working, and i am so excited thati get to be a part of that!

Week two has started . And im excited to see where it takes me.


Bree