<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:08:20.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Peru</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-5416098458858915989</id><published>2008-06-19T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:52:11.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearful Good-Byes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought that my tears were spent, but as the plane took off from the land of Peru that had been my home for the last three and a half months, the tears came again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saturday n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ight had been the first of our good-byes. It was our last night of youth. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrTWBnBwRI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1se5CYwEC4/s1600-h/Trek+June+2008+376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213711893977481490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrTWBnBwRI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1se5CYwEC4/s320/Trek+June+2008+376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pastoral staff presented us each with a T-shirt that they had made for us, and there was cake and food for our farewell also. Then the next day at church we had many more good-byes. They seemed to never end. And they all seemed a little tearful. Monday was the last morning that we woke up in Peru. We spend the day packing and cleaning and doing last minute things that we had to do before we could leave. In the early evening people starting to arrive to say the last of the good-byes. We all sat in a circle and sang Spanish songs for the last time in Peru before we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrRmW27y1I/AAAAAAAAACM/dQlQMQ6UVbw/s1600-h/Bre%27s+Pics+1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213709975535995730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrRmW27y1I/AAAAAAAAACM/dQlQMQ6UVbw/s320/Bre%27s+Pics+1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying good-bye to the members of the church and youth was hard enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But when we got to the airport it was then time to say good-bye to the family that we lived with and the missionaries that we served with. They walked with us as far as they could and then the hugs and good-byes began. The five girls in our team, myself included, were sobbing as we went from person to person saying good-bye, and giving promises of writing each other. We finally pulled ourselves away and some how made it through visas, security, and immigration, all while crying in between. We finally made it through to where the gates were &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrTW6Qq3pI/AAAAAAAAACc/9m3AYSPyz0I/s1600-h/The+Funks+and+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213711909184528018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrTW6Qq3pI/AAAAAAAAACc/9m3AYSPyz0I/s320/The+Funks+and+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and sat down until we had gathered ourselves together enough to go find our gate. It is nothing short of a miracle that we made our planes because we were all so emotionally and physically exhausted. God was truly with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had all grown to love Peru and the people so much, I never imagined how hard it would be to say good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm now back in Canada, my parents surprised me by picking us up at the airport. In so many ways it is nice to be home. But at the same time Peru is never far from my thoughts and I do miss it. I am trusting God though and I know that he has a plan for me, here or wherever He leads me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrUL2AF_yI/AAAAAAAAACs/KUweId1iufo/s1600-h/Trek+June+2008+396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213712818574327586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrUL2AF_yI/AAAAAAAAACs/KUweId1iufo/s320/Trek+June+2008+396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While here in Abbotsford for debrief, they have told us that this will be a time for closure on the past and preparation for the future. God is with us all and will guide us in the next season of our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-5416098458858915989?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/5416098458858915989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=5416098458858915989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/5416098458858915989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/5416098458858915989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/06/tearful-good-byes.html' title='Tearful Good-Byes'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SFrTWBnBwRI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1se5CYwEC4/s72-c/Trek+June+2008+376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-1601802577601277090</id><published>2008-06-06T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:02:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is in His Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SEl7j3MKeKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_rD8YafsQNI/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+pics+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208830300071295138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SEl7j3MKeKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_rD8YafsQNI/s320/Lisa%27s+pics+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time. It has gone amazingly fast. I remember back when I was thinking about coming on Trek and six months seemed so long. And now here it is June 6th exactly five months from when Trek started, less then two weeks before I'll be getting on a plane to fly back to Canada. I will be in Abbotsford for two weeks of debrief, and then I will be home once again! In some ways this adventure has gone by so fast. In other ways it has lasted a life time. It has been such an incredible time of growth, learning and friendship. In some ways I feel like I have learned more in the last five months then I have in my entire life... Although I know that that is not quite true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We have gotten back into our regular schedule here in Lima since returning from our tip up north. We continue to teach English, work with the youth, go to the AIDs home a few times a week, have Spanish class, work out at the gym and build relationships wherever and whenever we can. Last Saturday I had the opportunity to give the message at youth. I spoke about love, forgiveness and joy. I think that it was a good night, I feel that I said what God wanted me to and I pray that He will have used my words to speak to others that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Our team continues to get to know one another better everyday. We have have such a strong team and we all have grow to love each other as family. I love the encouragement that we offer each other and the strength that we lend to one another when we are going through a tough time. Our goal is to finish our time here in Peru strong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-1601802577601277090?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/1601802577601277090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=1601802577601277090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/1601802577601277090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/1601802577601277090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-is-in-his-hands.html' title='Time is in His Hands...'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SEl7j3MKeKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_rD8YafsQNI/s72-c/Lisa%27s+pics+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-915005880112300374</id><published>2008-05-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:38:58.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Found in the Desert Place Blessed Be Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was truly in a desert place the last few weeks. And it never ceased to amaze me that in the poorest, desert villages we went in to, we found the most generous, joyful people! The last two weeks have defiantly touched my heart. We started out in Trujillo where we cleaned up the church a bit there and visited a small village outside the main town. We did our first children's program of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI4fQLsJfI/AAAAAAAAABk/UIuD3jYJPYw/s1600-h/Trip+up+North+597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202282629137442290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI4fQLsJfI/AAAAAAAAABk/UIuD3jYJPYw/s320/Trip+up+North+597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the trip there. Our usual children's program would consist of singing, the story of David and Goliath, balloons, stickers, face paint, a crown craft, and having kids sit on our knees while taking pictures! They where so adorable and they all just wanted hugs and smiles! We worked with children many times in many different places on the trip. We visited at least six different churches on the trip and did various programs at all of them. We spent quite a bit of time in the small village of El Indio on various days, so many things about that village touched my heart. One day we went walking door to door to invite the youth of the church to a program that we had planned for one evening. As we walked by one house the people inside knew the pastor that was with us and invited us in. They gave us the only four chairs that were in the house and let us sit down while we talked for a little while. Then they offered us each an orange, such a simple thing you may think, but as a ate my orange I couldn't help but think if they had given us a good part of their supper for the night. My heart was stirred by their generosity and that visit with those people that only lasted a few minutes is one that I will not soon forget. The last time that we were visiting El Indio was for an evening service the Saturday night before Mother's Day. It was a special service in honor on the mother's. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDIydwLsJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/o2XkKS0qkNg/s1600-h/Trip+up+North+755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202276006297871826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDIydwLsJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/o2XkKS0qkNg/s320/Trip+up+North+755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little girl, maybe eight or nine, stuck to me like glue that night, I had met her before at one of the previous programs we had done. She had fallen in love with me and the feeling was mutual. At the end of the service she gave me a stuffed animal of hers, I tried to say no, that she should keep it, but she wanted desperately for me to have it. So finally I agreed. I wanted to give her something of mine but I didn't really have anything with me that night, so I gave her the only thing I had, the earrings I was wearing. It was such a little insignificant thing, yet the look on her face was priceless. Things don't matter, people matter. The little girl and the family that invited us into their home know that, I know it too, but sometimes I forget. One thing that I've truly learned on this trip is that stuff doesn't matter, people matter. The small village of El Indio has touched my heart, challenged me, and caused me to grow. I will never forget it. The whole trip was an incredible experience that I wouldn't have missed for anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI2HALsJeI/AAAAAAAAABc/8NW6AwNhIYQ/s1600-h/Trip+up+North+1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202280013502359010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI2HALsJeI/AAAAAAAAABc/8NW6AwNhIYQ/s320/Trip+up+North+1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the last three days on our trip we were able to go on a small vacation. We went to a town called Colan, and were able to spend some time chilling and relaxing on a beautiful beach. I was able to spend my 19th birthday on the beach with friends. I saw dolphins, ("It's your birthday present from Jesus" my friend Bre told me) watched a gorgeous sunset, ate steak, and had s'mores. It was a wonderful birthday! The beach was beautiful and it was so nice to be able to relax a little after a very busy trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We are now back "home" in Lima for our last month here in Peru. I can't believe how fast our time here has gone. We have all grow to love Lima and the people here so much. It truly has becom&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI4fwLsJgI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ee71rd8GfbA/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+pics+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202282637727376898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI4fwLsJgI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ee71rd8GfbA/s320/Lisa%27s+pics+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a second home to us here and the people like family, who love us so much. Tonight I was called into the other room and waiting for me was my team, the pastor's family, and Otto, Lydia, and Kevin (the missionaries here) to give me a surprise birthday cake because I couldn't have one in Colan. I was so surprised when I walked in and they all said surprise and started singing happy birthday to me in English then in Spanish. I feel so loved here and that I am making a difference, I know that I'm where God wants me for this season of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-915005880112300374?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/915005880112300374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=915005880112300374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/915005880112300374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/915005880112300374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-im-found-in-desert-place-blessed.html' title='When I&apos;m Found in the Desert Place Blessed Be Your Name'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SDI4fQLsJfI/AAAAAAAAABk/UIuD3jYJPYw/s72-c/Trip+up+North+597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-2719605006464503234</id><published>2008-04-29T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:29:12.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SBfnd4G8nbI/AAAAAAAAABE/aJzEcrCWs-U/s1600-h/Trek+April+2008+709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194875195658902962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SBfnd4G8nbI/AAAAAAAAABE/aJzEcrCWs-U/s320/Trek+April+2008+709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to say that I will be going on a two and a half week trip up farther North! We will be going to Trujillo and Puira to visit some of the churches up there. During our time there we will be doing presentations, work projects, and trying to give the churches a boost of encouragement! We will be leaving tomorrow afternoon and returning around the 18th of May! So I will not be able to communicate for a few weeks but I look forward to updating you on my trip when I get back! I am very excited for this opportunity! I can feel that God has a wonderful plan to use us in these next weeks to serve Him and the people of Peru! Please pray for my team and I as we travel and also that we will be given the right words to say and that it will be a growing experience for both us and the people that we meet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-2719605006464503234?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/2719605006464503234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=2719605006464503234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/2719605006464503234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/2719605006464503234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-little-note.html' title='Just a Little Note...'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SBfnd4G8nbI/AAAAAAAAABE/aJzEcrCWs-U/s72-c/Trek+April+2008+709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-4653164408116763402</id><published>2008-04-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:47:15.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hike in the Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SA1RDYG8naI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ns0JpUALMOI/s1600-h/IMGP1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895063881096610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SA1RDYG8naI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ns0JpUALMOI/s320/IMGP1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't think of a better way to spend your day then hiking through the Andes Mountains, in a place called the Highlands! That is what I spent the day doing today! Come and join me on the mountain top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We walked through a small village to get to the hiking trail, it was a poor looking village with a old, rustic look to it. We arrived at the path shortly and the thirteen of us made our way along. I was in the lead with a couple of others, the path had stonewalls on either side, that gave it a safe and enchanting feel. The three of us in the lead made it up first to a beautiful waterfall and we stood at the top of it looking down as the water cascaded off the side! When the rest of the group got up we continued on to a small grassy meadow where we sat down to rest, eat our lunch, and soak up a bit of the sun! The grass is tall with tiny little wild flowers that I have pressed into my journal. The wind is gently teasing my hair. The stream beside us serenading us with its song. I feel that this is the living Psalms 23. I know that God is in this place, in these wild highlands that He created, possibly just for us to enjoy today! And what a wonderful day it is! I can't stop thinking about the amazing imagination that God has. Later standing beneath the waterfall feeling the mist rain down on me, I get the feeling again, and again I say to myself what better way to spend the day than with friends in God's wonderful creation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-4653164408116763402?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/4653164408116763402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=4653164408116763402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/4653164408116763402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/4653164408116763402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/04/hike-in-highlands.html' title='A Hike in the Highlands'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/SA1RDYG8naI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ns0JpUALMOI/s72-c/IMGP1592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-1424613604392582427</id><published>2008-04-08T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:34:48.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/R_vyo7h763I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cWHZBy9xq8w/s1600-h/IMGP1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187006180835978098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/R_vyo7h763I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cWHZBy9xq8w/s320/IMGP1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have always found a sense of peace by water, whether it be a lake, steam, or ocean. I have always been drawn to it... probably because it's God's creation, and the beauty of it leaves me in awe of His mighty imagination. So when my team decided to go to the beach for worship and Bible study, I was all for it! We went down to the ocean, to a nice sandy spot and sat down right in the sand. I kicked off my flip-flops and dug in my toes. We started to sing and worship God and as we sang I sat there watching the waves role in, once again amazed by God's creation, amazed that I'm in Peru serving and worshiping Him! As I sat there singing and watching the waves, God filled me with such a peace and joy for being here! I know that He is using me and that He sent me here. God has given me the strength to do things here that I wouldn't have done before. He's given me the desire to do things that I wouldn't have wanted to do before. He's given me love for the people here and most of all He has shown me that He is with me and will always be with me! I have no doubt in my mind that I'm right where God wants me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-1424613604392582427?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/1424613604392582427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=1424613604392582427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/1424613604392582427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/1424613604392582427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/04/place-of-peace.html' title='A Place of Peace'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0Q1v1IerIQ/R_vyo7h763I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cWHZBy9xq8w/s72-c/IMGP1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-6113689483743862516</id><published>2008-03-31T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:48:57.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Missions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is a question that I have been asking myself for the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;A little face peered down at me from the apartment above the church, I waved at him and he shyly waved back.  It was Sunday morning and I was outside in the courtyard playing with the kids for children’s church.  The little boy that watched us play from the window above tugged at my heart strings, I had so wanted him to be able to come and play with us too, but the family doesn’t seem to want anything to do with our church here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think that Missions is just building house’s or mass evangelism… in some ways I used to be one of them.  On this trip I am learning so much more, a big part of Missions is building lasting relationships with people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the little boy continued to watch us play, more and more my heart was telling me that I need to do everything I can, with God’s help, to help the people here find Jesus.  I want to be a true friend to the people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Missions.  Getting to know people for who they are, accepting them, loving them, working with them. Not telling them about God and then leaving them to figure out the rest on there own.  Don’t get me wrong I still believe that building house’s and evangelism is important.  But I have also found on this trip though that there is so much more that I can do.  It is hard sometimes because it often doesn’t really feel like missions because I am having fun being their friend, but slowly I’m realizing that friendship can be an important part of having a relationship with God.  You can help to guide each other in your walk with God.  It doesn’t have to be in Peru or some third world country it can be anywhere.  I am still learning so much here and some things still don’t make complete sense to me but one thing that I know is that God will show me what Missions is and what He wants me to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-6113689483743862516?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/6113689483743862516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=6113689483743862516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/6113689483743862516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/6113689483743862516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-missions.html' title='What is Missions?'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-2370335969172158660</id><published>2008-03-23T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:02:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games, Beaches, and Easter</title><content type='html'>Those are some of the things that happened the last few days here in Peru!  Wednesday evening was the beginning of a youth retreat here at the church!  My team and I helped out with it and we started getting to know the youth a little better too!  We had some games and some sessions.  I think that it was a good time of growth for the youth!  On Friday the last day of the retreat we went to the beach, one that we could swim at this time!!  That made us quite happy, because it is very hot here!  On Saturday we had youth in the evening, I planned some games and it went really well I think!  We have a lot of fun with the people here and have made so many good friends already!  Easter Sunday (today) is a nice time here!  My team was a part of the worship team again and we sang 5 songs in Spanish!  It is so fun to sing in Spanish especially when it's a song that you know in English!  I also gave my Testimony today in church, it went well and a lot of people came up to me after to say that I did a good job!  I really do love being here in Peru!  Everyone is so welcoming and the church has made us feel so at home here!  This has been a very special Easter that I will never forget.  I think that it was so cool to see how they celebrate down here, but one things the same, that Easter is all about Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-2370335969172158660?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/2370335969172158660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=2370335969172158660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/2370335969172158660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/2370335969172158660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/03/games-beaches-and-easter.html' title='Games, Beaches, and Easter'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711784660715780944.post-3017745520091475476</id><published>2008-03-12T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:43:24.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes I am in Peru and it is defiantly Summer here! It is the middle of our second week and we are having a lot of fun getting to know the local people, learning the culture and growing closer in our walk with God! We are living in the church that doubles as the pastor's house and our home for the next three and a half months. The first week we spent a lot of time getting to know the town of Lima and hanging out with some of the local people. We help with teaching English every Tuesday and Thursday and we are taking Spanish classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday! On Saturday nights we have youth at the church, we are the youth leaders here and our first youth night went very well! The Pastor gave a lesson and then we were in charge of the games, everyone had a lot of fun and we all laughed so hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today we went to a local home for Moms and their children who have HIV, we went and sat and talked with them and sang then some songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone is so friendly here and have made us feel at home ever since we got here and they continue to do so! We are learning many things about the culture of Peru. Such as, whenever you greet someone here you say "Hola" and give them a kiss on the cheek! That has taken some getting used to, but we are starting to get it. Another change in the culture is the meal times; breakfast is the same as back home but, here lunch is the main meal of the day and supper is very light! That has taken some getting used to and i don't think that we are quite getting the hang of it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Being here has been so good it has been a time of growth so far and I know that it is just beginning! I can feel God's presence here and I know that He will use us to show his love to the people! i am excited to be here and ready to serve God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5711784660715780944-3017745520091475476?l=roxyneufeld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/feeds/3017745520091475476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5711784660715780944&amp;postID=3017745520091475476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/3017745520091475476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711784660715780944/posts/default/3017745520091475476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxyneufeld.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-in-peru.html' title='Summer in Peru'/><author><name>Roxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12564303679896264519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
