back again

Alright, it has been quite a while since the last update!!!!
After Santiago de Chocorvos - Huancavelica, we went to Bella Union and did kinda the same thing as always, schools and stuff like that. Then we spent a couple of days in Nazca and, as I told you, we led worship and I think we didn't mess up that badly. There were nice stories of the teams from every place. Incuyo Ayacucho was next, and there we found ourselves arriving at 4:30 pm, with the freezing wind blowing on my face and arms. This team is composed of Brandy and Ivan. We did visit schools, sang our anthem and visited a couple of people. One of them was an old lady with breast cancer; we shared the gospel to her son.
Our next place was Marcabamba, and we had to catch the bus at 4:00 am. We went outside and felt the coldest wind ever. I like fighting cold back, but this time the Creator's nature beat me down so badly. On the way to Marcabamba is Pauza, we met Cindy and she cooked pancakes for us. Man, it reminds me of my childhood- it had been years since the last time I had pancakes.
When we got to Marcabamba, Derek and Jacob were there and helped us out to carry our stuff the hotel. This hotel was so nice, It had been years since the last time I did laundry using a washing machine. So yeah I got clean clothes. The work in this place went ok, we performed at the school the day the strike started so it was definitely a God thing. We also got to share at the comedor; it's a place where they have these huge pots and cook for lots of people really cheap, some charge 1.50 soles, others 2.00 soles. Anyway, we performed and several people got to listen the message of The Lord. We did hike to the waterfalls and we also went to the hotsprings, where on the way we met James, a really good man- we spent lots of time talking to him. The time spent with him and his family has made me realize two things, one is the fact that the Lord's grace is sometimes so big we can not understand how he can see us sinful human beings with such love. Two comes from the idea of me as a human being. I remember when I used to reject his love, not because of my manly thoughts or manly position, but because of my fear.
God is the only one who knows our hearts.
We are stuck in Pauza trying to figure out what our next steps will be, but thinking in pancakes and muffins, I guess I would not mind staying here a couple of weeks more. Thanks Cindy.
We are going to church tonight- I don't remember when the last time I was in a church was.
I am tired and am sure you are too, so til next time...
Psalm 139.