Archive | November, 2012

It all started with an interview (Part 1)…

28 Nov

EXPOSURE WEEK- A week hosted by my school in order to promote the array of mission trips that are being sent out this year. There is a huge movie premiere event and booths are set up everywhere displaying every nation that would be reached.

My footprints followed an invisible path to Ecuador’s booths, every other station seemed to vanish. I was taken up in so much awe that I messed up my signature 3 times. I was not only first to sign up, but I was also second and third!

The Meeting: We discussed price, which part we travelling to, what our goal was, all of the need-to-knows of the trip. I was excited until I heard one thing… there were only ten open spots.

I wanted to do all of the following:

  1. Exclaim “Whatchu talking ’bout Willis?”
  2. Break into more tears than Halle Berry winning an Oscar
  3. Eat all of the “competition” (That is called cannibalism, don’t do that)

Of course all 3 of those things are not sensible. I needed to relax. Breathe.

How did the interview go? Well… I will explain that in the next post. Until then, your thoughts of what happened can roam amongst the stars.

–Dios respira vida en sueños aparentemente imposibles


Cita del Día

27 Nov

“I have but one candle of life to burn, and I would rather burn it out in a land filled with darkness than in a land flooded with light” — John Keith Falconer

How it all started with an informercial…

15 Nov

Where did my passion for Ecuador arise from?

A. An amazing encounter with God

B. A very vivid dream

C. A Feed the Children infomercial

If you guessed C you are correct!

One lonely Saturday afternoon my eyes caught a glimpse of the most beautiful disaster I have ever seen– Ecuador and its children riddled with poverty. My heart became tethered, tangled, and intertwined with a distant land my ears have never heard of.

I have seen a million infomercials with people in conditions such as these, but something….something just took over my every being. Questions like these pounded at my core:

  • Why were my hands not supporting them?
  • Why were my feet not on their soil?
  • Why was I not inhaling the very air they breathe?
  • Why was I not at home, with them?
  • Why was I not with my children?

It felt as if Ecuador had been growing inside me for 9 months. The feeling of not craddling her brought labor pains. The sound of her distant cries felt like contractions. The sight of her brokeness gave me morning sickness. I had weird cravings for adopting her before even bearing my own. On that day, Ecuador had stolen more than just my heart. A chunk of my purpose would now be for her.

This is my story of being reunited with my heart beat.

Destination Ecuador.

–Dios respira vida en sueños aparentemente imposibles