So it's been a few rainy days... (this is going to be a long one)
Saturday:
The wedding was in the morning, with the church all decked out in decorations and pine needles (some sort of tradition for celebrations, they had them at the graduation in November). The church was filled with family, friends, and children. Dalila wore a veil and Cruz a suit. There was a civil service first done by a lady from Itzapa, where they read out of some big book and quoted articles and sections on matrimony. It was very long and Spanish. Afterward, a pastor from another church preached on marriage (from what I could understand). And when it was all over, we took a bunch of pictures and hiked up the mountain to the couple's house for a wedding feast! Unfortunately, it began to rain, so we went inside their house. A one roomed house filled with over 20 wet people, now that was a sight to see. Eventually we headed home in the rain and things were quiet for the rest of the day.

Sunday:
I woke up very early in the morning feeling really sick, and turns out I was. So while Pastor Mike and John headed out to church and a quincinera in Xeparquiy, I stayed home. I figured out how to get pictures on here, though! But the internet is so slow that it won't really let me upload them, but I'm trying. I played a lot of games of solitaire and laid down for a while, so I was feeling better in time for church, which was awesome. Anibal has now joined the worship team, which is cool. Then Lazaro, Glendy, and Juan Carlos came over for coffee and they watched part of some movie in Spanish.

Monday:
After devotion by John, we went into the church to meet with the English class. Regular classes are on a break this week, so we're teaching the English class every day this week for at least an hour. In the church, I gave a devotion on being born from above, and we taught them the song "Where You Go I'll Go" by Brian and Jenn Johnson. Afterward, they split up into 3 groups and we took them into different rooms to learn English words. I have "bedroom words", so everyone came into my room and I taught them things like bed, lightswitch, blanket, pillow, window, door, wall, etc. It was a lot of fun to see them all catch on so quickly, and we ended up teaching for 2 hours! After lunch, I spent some time on the mountainside being alone and silent with God. I just felt so much at peace, so content. The view from there never fails to take my breath away, and gazing at the bigness of it all, I was overwhelmed. Pastor Mike and I took a walk up to San Diego to pray, and once we got there; I felt the same way. I felt like I was standing on the edge of the world. You can see Panimaquin from there, and it is an incredible birds-eye view. As we prayed, I felt the presence of the Lord cover the land. It was beautiful. Lazaro was over for dinner, and then I had an English lesson with Marcia.

Today:
We had a devotion this morning by Pastor Mike, and then headed into the church again. John gave a devotion on 1 Corinthians 1, and I attempted to translate. After a while there were so many words I didn't know that Pastor Mike took over. It was fun, challenging, and a bit embarrassing at times; but I'm glad I did it and want to do it again. We sang the song we taught them yesterday again, and then went to review with our groups from yesterday. After that, we switched groups and taught the new kids our words. It was so much fun! My group was all girls and caught on really fast, so afterward they taught me the words in Spanish and we sat on my bed and sang songs and talked while we waited for everyone else to be done. They are so funny, beautiful, and strong. Each one of their lives impacts mine. After class, we ate lunch and played Scrabble. Now it's raining again, and John is sleeping and Pastor Mike is in his room. We have prayer at 7 in the church.

Thursday night as I laid down to go to sleep, I felt this incredible love fill my room. I don't know how to explain it except that's what it felt like: love, acceptance, and peace. I felt like arms were wrapping around me and it was warm and safe and good. In that moment, I wanted everyone in the world to experience that feeling. It was by far the best one of my life, I knew that Christ was with me, and that He loved me extravagantly. Since then, any time I enter into prayer or worship I just feel this peace consume me. It is very similar to the feeling I had that night. Another thing I'm beginning (and I mean just beginning) to understand is that God is OUR Father. Meaning all these people here, and all of you, are my brothers and sisters. I cannot imagine what the world would be like if we all understood that. If we all cared, hoped, loved, cried, laughed, and lived with one another as if we were flesh and blood... though it is even deeper than that. God, these people, this place... I'm overwhelmed.