The Adventures are coming thick and fast. . . .

Wow. . . i feel like i hardly know where to begin! Life has been sooooo busy since I last wrote!

Well, I suppose I will begin with Thursday!

Bre and I are currently living at the Guidino´s family house, and so on Thursday morning Byron and Becky showed up with a huge load of clothes and toys and such that someone had donated, so for the next 3 hours or so unloaded the van and sorted through the things. Part would go to the daycare, part to La Libertad (the church that on thursdays we do kids club, youth ministry, and an adult study goes on), and the rest for the Cayambe trip. It was actually a lot of fun and seemed to go by quite fast actually. Afterwards we had a prayer meeting and update with Byron and Becky as to what would be happening the rest of the week. Danielle was there as well, she is a freind from Bre´s church that has been here doing ministry as well. We found out that Bre and I would be leading and running the youth ministry for that night as it hasn´t been going for a little while as there has not been anyone to lead it, so the youth have been with the adults. So for the next couple hours Bre and I prepped with lots of prayer for La Libertad Youth Ministy. Talk about needing the Lord´s help! Bre speaks Spanish but is not completely fluent yet, and I have a very limited vocab. We prepared the lesson, and games, and left it in the Lord´s hands. That night we headed out for South Quito to La Libertad. The people were so nice and welcoming, and then the time came for Bre and I to lead the youth ministry. . . . Bre did most of the talking, we had about 6 kids, and they were very gracious, but they seemed to have a great time. . . please keep La Libertad Youth Ministry in your prayers. . . . .

By the way, we really don´t have hills in New York, they have hills in Ecuador! let me tell you, mountians!!!!!

On Friday, Efran showed up with the truck, we loaded up and we headed out to the daycare to bring the clothes and toys we had seperated the day before, the daycare is in the south which is a lot more run down than where I am living the the North, and more dangerous. We finally got to the daycare after driving on quite interesting roads. . . We emptied out the truck, and then got to hang around for lil bit. The kids where so cute, and it broke my heart to see the poverty. I ended up going into a room with kids that were about 3-5 year olds. There I met a little boy by the name of Alex. Alex was probabally 3 or 4 and we started playing puzzles and then he got up in my arms and just cuddled there. He wasn´t feeling good and just wanted me to hold him. Eventually we had to leave and put him down for his nap, which was on blankets with a bunch of other kids. He ended getting back up and coming over to me, and back into my arms to cuddle, even though I found out he had to use the restroom, he just stayed there, it was hard to let him go. . .

Next, we went to the grocery store and bought lots and lots and lots of groceries for a food pantry, some people from Maine had brought money to do so. Let me just tell you we got food for 20 families for just under $200! Craziness!!!!!!!! We also did food shopping for our Cayambe trip. Then we headed out to the food pantry, we met the pastor´s wife there and another woman, they were soooo touched as the pantry was getting empty and cried quite a bit, they were soooo thankful!!!!!

On Thursday´s prayer meeting we also found out more about the Cayambe trip. . . We were to be leaving on Saturday morning and going out to a commune past Cayambe, basically we were going to minister to a group of indigionis people out in the mountians in the middle of nowhere, compared to there I live in a BIG CITY, lol, i probabally am exagerating a bit, but seriously it´s in the middle of nowhere. . .

Well I will have to write more later as the internet caffe is closing, i love you all and am so thankful for you!!

If any of you think of it please keep my family in your prayers as my Memere´s boyfriend, Phil, died on Saturday of a heart attack, thank you for your prayers. . .