The past couple of weeks have flown by- starting ministry every morning during the week at 8 and then Saturdays filled with running to the internet cafe, the library to help out and hanging out with some friends down here, followed by "family day" Sundays... ya, it flies by. Our spring break is coming up on the 7th; spring break is the half way point for this part of the trip so once we get back, we're on the down slope to the end. And I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I truly love it down here. It's become a home, a place where I'm so comfortable and I can't imagine not seeing some of these people again. But I keep telling myself that God knows what is coming next and therefore I don't need to worry.
My main ministry, Corazon Contento, is going well. They just hired a new specialist teacher named Cindy. She's been bringing some more structure to the school and the classes which is good. I tend to either have really good days or hard days. The hard days usually end up me trying to handle a situation that is difficult and getting frutrated, realizing that I'm not trained at all to work in a school like this, but God gives me patience to make it another day. I've realized each day is new, so therefore God will give me what I need for that day.
My other main ministry, the jewelry ministry, is... well, it's taking longer to get up-and-running than we thought it would. A proposal has been turned in... but that's about it. We're hoping it will start soon.
Besides those, I've been able to help with grocery shopping (which is always an adventure- when you're shopping for 16 people, it's alot of food).
The house of prayer that was started down here is gradually growing and it is encouraging to see how many people come and dedicate part of their day to pray. The time spent in the house of prayer can look however you feel led: prayer, singing, playing instruments, drawing, dancing... However you worship and pray and praise God.
We just had a poetry festival come through town which brought crowds of people and lots of vendors. We were able to go out a couple of times and listen to the poets but it's hard to understand a spanish poem... even harder to understand a taiwanese poem!
