Miles apart* yet a passion so similar!

April 19th

I cleaned the churches stove all morning. While doing so I met around ten spiders or so, and I can really say now I am thankful they’re not in my list of fears.

The rest of the day was a blur of sleeping, for some reason possibly my sunburn or something else I felt very sick. I would sleep, wake up and fall back asleep.

Fede and I have become very close, and it’s been nice to share my heart with someone who shares the same passion as I. Alyssa and Chris and everyone walked up into the city to buy some pirated movies. It was like little kids in a candy shop. I teased Fede though, because we knew it would pour and sure enough it did and plentiful!

The 20’s something group was a blast. We planned a cookout for them, and did some worship and then someone gave a message. Fede and I continued to talk, and it’s crazy because we both have a heart for helping abused women and he would like better recourses so that men could learn how to correctly treat a girl.

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