<?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-8564200081714011829</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:19:52.183-07:00</updated><category term='Oasis'/><category term='Bellingham'/><title type='text'>Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep" John 21:16</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-6219723506551072087</id><published>2009-07-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:20:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know this update is way past due and these last four months have been full of new and exciting things, so I’ll try to keep this blog as short as possible. I’ve been home for nearly four months now and I can’t decide if it’s gone by quickly or not. So much has happened and I feel like it’s definitely been four of the most growing and changing months of my life, but I still remember the faces of the girls from The Oasis like it was yesterday. A year ago, I never would have guessed that my life would be what it is now. I’m a completely different person, in a completely different place than I would have ever planned for myself. And I’m saying that with joy, because God’s provision has exceeded any expectations I might have had in these last few months. I love looking back at the last four months because it clearly shows how good God is in even the small details of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work:&lt;/strong&gt; I returned home at a really bad economic time and the prospect of find&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SmfABrXdsAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HKwAw_EVSeM/s1600-h/DSCI0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361465016461406210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SmfABrXdsAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HKwAw_EVSeM/s200/DSCI0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing a good job seemed pretty slim. I was a little worried about money but (surprise, surprise) God provided everything I needed. My best friend, Jane, flew over from Montana to help me settle into my new apartment and to be with me during my first initial “reverse culture shock,” and her family sent her with money to buy me groceries and other odds and ends that I needed. What a blessing! I didn’t have a job for four weeks, and even though I was worried, I was so thankful for that time. It gave me time to unpack, settle, visit friends, and to just… catch my breath. Life at The Oasis wasn’t easy and I didn’t realize how much I needed that time of rest until the Lord gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as God’s goodness has proven in the past: as soon as the money ran out, the paychecks came in. I was blessed to be offered a job at Whatcom Land Title, a locally owned title and escrow company! It’s an unlikely job to get in today’s economy, but I love that because it reminds me that God is bigger than we are (and the problems we’ve created for ourselves!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church:&lt;/strong&gt; During my last week in Guatemala , I met Brian MacSwan, the youth pastor from Christ the King in Bellingham . (Big God, small world.) He was on a scouting trip for their high school mission trip this summer. We had dinner, were able to talk a bit, and exchanged contact information so &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme_LnCWCiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2y0cLwVlm7A/s1600-h/doxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361464087586146850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme_LnCWCiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2y0cLwVlm7A/s320/doxa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when I returned to Bellingham , I met with Brian at the church one morning, and God sort of took over. To make a long story short, Brian invited me to come check out their high school youth group and see if it was something I wanted to be a part of. I had been praying that God would open up some sort of ministry and community opportunities for me in Bellingham , and that He did. I wish I had words to describe what a blessing Doxa has been in my life, but everything seems to fall short of the truth. These high schoolers are real, passionate, and growing daily. I am so thankful that God is allowing me to be a part of their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme_ZvAXzgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SMhH7hdC4q4/s1600-h/Baptism+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361464330243526146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme_ZvAXzgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SMhH7hdC4q4/s200/Baptism+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been doing a lot in my heart this last year and a couple weeks ago, I knew it was finally time to make it public that I have chosen to live for Him. So on Sunday, July 5th, 2009, I was baptized at CTK by my Pastor and good friend, Brian! I was blessed to have good friends and co-workers that came to hug me and celebrate with me afterwards! God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Doxa and Christ the King, I have met a lot of new Christian friends. This new community of people has been so encouraging! Which also leads me to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361461802370791522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme9Gl8i-GI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fgwMkPPM8S8/s320/new+house!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR NEW HOUSE!&lt;/span&gt; My new roommates and I recently moved into our new five-bedroom house! I met Chelsea, Megan, Allison, and Angie through CTK (four of us work with high school, and Angie works with middle school) and God blessed us with a sweet house and the nicest landlord imaginable. (Seriously, she baked us cookies, gave us flowers,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme9YjX_jwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GjeNGysgiko/s1600-h/new+house!+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361462110918250242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme9YjX_jwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GjeNGysgiko/s200/new+house!+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; five frozen pizzas, ice cream, chocolate syrup, and a Haggen gift card when we moved in.) And, what a shocker, God worked everything out for all five of us to be able to move in together. Does anyone else see a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing the one-year lease on this house was a really big deal to me. It was the longest commitment I’ve made to a place in three years. Part of me is excited to have something stable in my life for a while, but another part of me freaks out every once in awhile wondering what in the world I’m doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361462386184200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Sme9ok0gn-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BV0Nbbt3hd4/s200/Roommates!.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Megan, Allison, Chelsea, Me (We're missing Angie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Life Lesson:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve always been a planner. Total obsessive-compulsive list maker, organizer, can’t-go-anywhere-without-my-planner type of person. I realized that as soon as I got back to Bellingham , I was already thinking, “Okay, what next? Where next?” At that point God kind of knocked me on the head. “What about now? What about today? You’re in this place because I put you here for this very moment. Live it.” Since then, he’s been walking with me, teaching me about finding Him in the day-to-day living. I think it’s the most important lesson I’ve ever learned about my faith: &lt;strong&gt;Just Be.&lt;/strong&gt; I just need to be in His will, obedient to His commands, and the rest falls into place without my lists or my plans. It’s a tough lesson for me, and daily I have to remind myself to be patient, knowing He will reveal the next step to me when I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more things I could share – these last four months since Guatemala have been a whirlwind of change, fun, and growth! Mostly I’ve just been living and learning, sharing and enjoying life with friends, and experiencing God’s grace new every day. I’m excited for what the future holds and slowly learning to be more content with not always knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I most often get asked is, “So what’s next? What are your plans?” To be honest, I still don’t know. I have a vision that God and I have been working on, but for now I’m waiting on Him to open those doors. It could be next week; it could be in five years, I don’t know. Guatemala is still on my heart every day, and it probably always will be, but right now, in this moment, I just need to be still and know that he is God. And my heart is totally content with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361472848998017778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SmfHJl1tqvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1wL3r44muG8/s320/doxaworship.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361473594602803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SmfH0_bvz4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sDVZlrzUmYA/s320/Baptism+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361474329315705090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SmfIfwc9AQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CB2dj11xo64/s320/Fourth+of+July.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-6219723506551072087?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/6219723506551072087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=6219723506551072087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/6219723506551072087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/6219723506551072087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-be.html' title='Just Be.'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SmfABrXdsAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HKwAw_EVSeM/s72-c/DSCI0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-1710377479166524259</id><published>2009-03-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:31:40.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Them Like Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend, during a 4 hour drive home from Huehuetenango, I got a revelation from God that just about knocked the wind out of me. It's one of those things that as soon as it really &lt;em&gt;clicks&lt;/em&gt; with you, you go, "Well, duh. Why didn't I figure that out before?!" Yeah, it was definitely one of those moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was listening to my iPod and "Love Them Like Jesus" by Casting Crowns came on. (Amazing song! If you've never heard it, it's worth a few minutes of your time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuAxzEuzNGg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuAxzEuzNGg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) God really drew my attention to this part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The life that she’s known,&lt;br /&gt;Is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;A fatherless home&lt;br /&gt;A child’s broken heart&lt;br /&gt;You’re holding her hand&lt;br /&gt;You’re straining for words&lt;br /&gt;You’re trying to make sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;She’s desperate for hope&lt;br /&gt;Darkness clouding her view&lt;br /&gt;She’s looking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love her like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Carry her to Him&lt;br /&gt;His yoke is easy&lt;br /&gt;His burden is light&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need the answers&lt;br /&gt;To all of life’s questions&lt;br /&gt;Just know that He loves her&lt;br /&gt;And stay by her side&lt;br /&gt;Just love her like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been at least a dozen times in the past five months when I've been with one of our girls that told me she was afraid of her Daddy. "He hurts me. I don't want to go back." "Kimberly, what does God think about parents that don't love their children?" "I like it here. You don't hit me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was holding her hand, straining for words, trying to make sense of it all. I've seen these beautiful, innocent children so desperate for hope and there was no way I could answer their questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Just love them like Jesus."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't have to know the answers to all of life's questions. We just need to carry them to Jesus. We need disciple them, hug them, LOVE them. "Just know that He loves her, and stay by her side." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a beautiful mission God has called us to. I am so thankful that I have a God who never expects us to know what to do in every situation. I am so thankful that my God simply draws people into Him. I have a God that brings hope into situations that we deem hopeless. I feel blessed that God has called us to be His arms and His feet. That we are called to CARRY people to Him - to PUSH people towards HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, I've been overlooking the simplicity of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mission here is: &lt;strong&gt;to love them like Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SbhwbBLl6oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cZBKEPMvr0Q/s1600-h/Mariana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312119369959336578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SbhwbBLl6oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cZBKEPMvr0Q/s200/Mariana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SbhwpCvV8eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEV-UPCUxhk/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312119610895888866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SbhwpCvV8eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEV-UPCUxhk/s200/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312122308750812178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SbhzGFCFJBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HVK73MG7nGI/s200/Patty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-1710377479166524259?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/1710377479166524259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=1710377479166524259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/1710377479166524259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/1710377479166524259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-them-like-jesus.html' title='Love Them Like Jesus'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SbhwbBLl6oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cZBKEPMvr0Q/s72-c/Mariana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-175812891798367977</id><published>2009-03-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:43:35.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios Es Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaxuZ9M4LPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T80Mmk7NU-Y/s1600-h/Alejandra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308739452967333106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaxuZ9M4LPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T80Mmk7NU-Y/s200/Alejandra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As some of you know, I've been looking at different options for coming back to Guatemala in the fall on a long term commitment. A couple of months ago, while I was beginning to look at different organizations, my Mom gave me the idea of looking at YWAM Guatemala City. It was the first idea that really excited me and ever since my Mom suggested it, I've been very excited about the prospect of returning to YWAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I finally had the chance to go see the YWAM base with my friend, Alejandra. I met Ale when she was translating at an Evangelism seminar in Antigua last November and she's been with YWAM Guatemala for a couple of years now. I quickly fell in love with the base, the Latin atomosphere, and the thought of returning to this place full time. I spent the night with Ale in her room and we got to spend some time sharing our testimonies with each other and it didn't take me long to realize how much this beautiful girl blows me away. She came from a deep, dark place and has let God transform her life in unspeakable ways. Her passion for God shines through her every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Saxm_CVkV-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/zdDuEPEPAnA/s1600-h/Antigua+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308731293908096994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Saxm_CVkV-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/zdDuEPEPAnA/s200/Antigua+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an encouraging couple of days, to be back in that community living aspect with people from all over the world, speaking two different languages, yet sharing in one love and one passion - to transform the amazing country of Guatemala. I attended their Monday morning worship, again bilingual, and met with the base director. As he told me about their different types of ministries (tutoring programs, working with families living in the dump, prison ministries, breakdancing ministries for gang members, and a ministry called "Beauty" geared toward helping women find their beauty and identity in God), I could feel my heart thumping with anticipation for all that God has for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dios es fiel. God is so faithful. He has provided immensely as I'm preparing for life back in Bellingham. He has provided a safe and affordable home for me with another spanish speaker so I can continue to practice. I'm excited to get all of my stuff out of my storage unit (it's been in there for over a year and a half now!) and to finally be &lt;em&gt;at home&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple people have asked me lately, "Why are you going home?" They can't under&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Saxtx2YhNgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IQLs9ibWS94/s1600-h/welcome+to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308738763942344194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/Saxtx2YhNgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IQLs9ibWS94/s200/welcome+to.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stand why I'd choose to leave my family, boyfriend, and the country that has stolen my heart. My answer was always, "That's been the plan all along. I'm only here on a six month commitment." That never seemed to satisfy them - or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my last five months here, I've fallen in love with this place. But, oddly, I've also fallen more in love with Bellingham. God has really convicted me about my life back home. He has blessed me with an amazing church community and amazing friends. I don't ever want to ignore that because I'm so caught up in my life here. I know, without a doubt, that Bellingham is where I'm supposed to be for awhile. I want to really dig deep into my relationships back home and help my community there in the same ways I want to help the communities here. I want to bless and encourage my friends and family, and I want to leave &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; when the time is right. Before I can start my life in Guatemala, I want to give Bellingham and the people there all I've got first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having this need to &lt;strong&gt;desperately&lt;/strong&gt; love Jesus. It's so easy to just "love" God. To go through the motions, to serve children in His name, to sing worship songs, to quote scripture - but I want to desperately fall head over heels in love with my God. I want to physically miss him when I'm not spending time in the word or when I'm doing it all on my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be in prayer with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;about the decision to join YWAM Guatemala,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that God would provide a job back in Bellingham,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for my last 29 days here in Guate, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that we would all remember to desperately seek Jesus and to never become satisfied with anything less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-175812891798367977?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/175812891798367977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=175812891798367977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/175812891798367977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/175812891798367977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2009/03/dios-es-amor.html' title='Dios Es Amor'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaxuZ9M4LPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/T80Mmk7NU-Y/s72-c/Alejandra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-1448538622033837604</id><published>2009-02-26T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:45:00.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Friends</title><content type='html'>One thing I love so much about Latin America is how much they value family. I love that teenagers and people my age, will (for the most part) spend their Friday and Saturday nights at home with their families. I love that grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. are involved in every aspect of their lives. I love that kids don't move away from their parents until their married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things seem so natural when I'm living in the culture. But, when I think back to how it is in the States, I realize how drastically different it is. We all look forward to the day we turn 18 so we can move out of our parents house. Friday and Saturday nights are designated for hanging out late into the night with friends. Most of us couldn't even imagine living in our parents home until we're 25 - and definitely not living close to our parents after we're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family more than words could ever describe - but I absolutely fit into my culture. I moved out of my parents house before I graduated high school. Since I was in middle school, I've spent nearly every weekend out with friends. I, like a lot of my peers, look back and regret the way I've treated my parents. I love, love, love my parents and I am so thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing I love about my culture, is how much we value friends. One thing my friends from Guatemala and I differ in the most, is how we view friendships. Guatemalans are very loving, accepting people. They love their friends. But to me - my friends are family. We live together and go through every life's twists and turns together. We grow together and figure out where we're going in life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I'm making sense anymore. What I'm trying to say is, I love my friends so much. Leaving Guatemala is going to be so hard, but returning to my friends is like returning to family. I can't wait to live with Stephanie and Rebecca. I can't wait to scrapbook, cry, and pray with Missy. I can't wait to laugh for hours with Jason. My friends have helped shape who I am. I truly would not be who I am today if it wasn't for these beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so, so, so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-1448538622033837604?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/1448538622033837604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=1448538622033837604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/1448538622033837604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/1448538622033837604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-friends.html' title='A Tribute to Friends'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-1972969353271671371</id><published>2009-02-24T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:55:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm ready to learn."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRZ4HAud2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CyoNnQzTgkg/s1600-h/Pana+y+Santiago+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465081438926690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRZ4HAud2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CyoNnQzTgkg/s200/Pana+y+Santiago+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lake Atitlan - the view from our hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is exactly five weeks until the day I return to Bellingham. The last five months have FLOWN by. As I’m finally beginning to realize that my time here won’t last forever, I've spent some time reflecting on this experience and all that God’s taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for this trip, I was asked on multiple occasions, “What is your purpose for this trip? What do you expect to get out of it?” I always wished I had a brilliant answer that would dazzle all of my future-supporters but the truth simply was, “I’m ready to learn.” Here is what I DO know: I want to spend my life as a missionary, yet I lack so much experience and training. I want to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXPLORE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the plans God has for my life. I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; other cultures and&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people like Jesus has commanded me to do. “I’m ready to learn.” Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, during a long school day, I was feeling really frustrated with the girl’s bad attitudes. I remember ranting to God in my head while I was trying to round up some of the little girls for class. I was pretty much telling Him, “God, this is NOT what I signed up for. I did not move to Guatemala to be treated like crap.” And I clearly felt God say, “&lt;em&gt;It’s in those moments I want you here the most&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never promised me His work would be easy. In fact, the Bible clearly tells us that it WON’T be easy. Why do our attitudes show God that we expect Him to make our work easy and just the way we like it. I can lift my hands in worship and tell God I’ll go to the ends of the earth for Him… yet, I want out when a 13-year-old has a bad attitude one morning? Can I still show God’s love when I’m frustrated? That all depends on me. I can decide to give in to anger or I can decide to shine God’s love into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living and working here in Guatemala. I could never describe the joy I have found through this culture and the people of Latin America. Last week, I was walking through our campus back to my apartment and I looked over to the beautiful volcanoes. I stopped dead in my tracks – mesmerized by the beauty of this place. All I could think was, “I don’t want to be anywhere but here.” Guatemala has totally and completely captured my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306463904916069042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRYzoH0WrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RearnlYE-lc/s200/Vulcan+de+Agua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; One of the volcanoes we can see from The Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, the real question – Have I learned? Absolutely. I have discovered passions that I never knew I had, I’ve met amazing people that have changed my life, and I’ve been able to take a more focused look on the visions for my life. I am truly blessed to be living out this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day to day life at The Oasis isn’t always easy, but I don’t know how I’m going to go home without these girls. I don’t want to go through my days without holding their hands, laughing with them, and watching them enjoy life. The joy in their smiles is pure evidence to me that God is moving in this place. He can heal the deepest of wounds and repair all of the mistrust hidden deep in a child’s heart. No amount of counseling or human help could ever do that. After all these little girls have been through, they have every right to be angry at this world – but, through their daily actions, they have taught me to &lt;strong&gt;love more fully and to trust deeply&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306466454653801634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRbICoqlKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iCMR-AqA1vs/s200/1st+grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306467069584369058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRbr1biZaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ifGIUZHTQiY/s200/Tanya+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306467796490063570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRcWJXXDtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ro7CVftLqLk/s200/Belen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-1972969353271671371?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/1972969353271671371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=1972969353271671371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/1972969353271671371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/1972969353271671371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-ready-to-learn.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m ready to learn.&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SaRZ4HAud2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CyoNnQzTgkg/s72-c/Pana+y+Santiago+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-7872730194095338926</id><published>2009-01-17T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:13:00.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darnest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Time for a looooong over due update. I apologize for the delay. I'll try to include as many cute pictures of little girls and puppies as possible to make up for it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's been a crazy busy month - but so wonderfully entertaining. Life here at The Oasis is funny. The thought process of a child is so... simply beautiful. Sometimes their comments make me stop dead in my tracks with my mouth hanging open, or they can make me laugh until I cry. Sometimes I just have to smile, nod, and kiss the top of their head. But, every day I learn more and more about why God tells us to be childlike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJHIVwMtvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BSD5sSUWtrQ/s1600-h/Angelica+y+Nancy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292370720717584114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJHIVwMtvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BSD5sSUWtrQ/s200/Angelica+y+Nancy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I think the girls just try to say things to Becky and I to make us feel like idiots for not speaking Spanish fluently. A few weeks ago we were filling in as tia's in the green house when Angelica (age 11)(the girl on the left), came up to us in the kitchen and asked what chocolate smells like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I don't know... good?" -Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"No! WHAT. DOES. IT. SMELL. LIKE?!" -Angelica (They always start talking slowly and loudly - as if that's going to make much of a difference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I don't know! It smells like chocolate!" -Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh, nevermind!" -Angelica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was coloring pictures with Wendy (age 4) the other day and her little sister, Tanya (age 2) came waddling into the room to play with her. I said to Wendy, "You're a good big sister. You really love Tanya, don't you?" Her reply: "Yeah, because when I throw the ball she goes to get it for me. ...................but then she usually gets mad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday Vicky (age 15) asked Becky if she's ever climbed Mount Everest. .........That's just funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tanya is one of the cutest little chubby two year olds I've ever seen. (I am permitted to call her chubby or gordita because I was about 18 times her size when I was her age.) We always love to watch Tanya waddle around, looking for something to eat - even if that means resorting to dirt. We laugh a lot about how the only time you ever see her move fast is when a meal is announced as ready. So, it was pretty funny when I walked into the house and found Tanya like this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292372647965180226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJI4hT1QUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5Vhe8A3f4KQ/s200/Tonya2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sitting in a big bin filled with plastic food. She happily sat in there for an hour, shoving all of the food into her mouth and exclaiming, "MMM! RICO!!" (delicious!), while Wendy dragged the bucket around like a street vendor trying to sell all of us food "and my little sister." ("Only for 6 pesos!" Which, by the way, is MEXICAN currency. I don't know where she got that from, but it just made it all the more funny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one more that I can't resist sharing and then on to the REAL update. This blog is already &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJMrUdG0tI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kueJlEqk6XU/s1600-h/Second+Grade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292376819222631122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJMrUdG0tI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kueJlEqk6XU/s200/Second+Grade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turning out to be longer than I thought... I was sitting in class with my second graders last week (Mirsa, age 8; Aldi, age 7; and Sarai, age 8) when they asked me how old I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"21." -Me&lt;br /&gt;"And Becky?"&lt;br /&gt;"18."&lt;br /&gt;"...........she's 18? Well... why can she jump so high on the trampoline?!" (Oddly enough, they all seemed to have this same &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; thought together)&lt;br /&gt;"Well, .....she's almost 19."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! haha, okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That seemed to satisfy them (although, I'm still confused as to what age has to do with a trampoline. 1 track thought process, I guess). So now every time the girls ask me to jump (397556872x a day) I always remind them at "just how high Becky can jump!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, and now the REAL update. I'll try to make this brief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christma&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJQ2MPuumI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fH64UeRnsoI/s1600-h/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292381404044114530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJQ2MPuumI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fH64UeRnsoI/s200/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s came, and went. Like a big blur. I spent two weeks in San Cristobal with my family, helping out with some of their ministries and getting to participate in their big Christmas Eve dinner for the families that live in or near the dump. It was a huge blessing to be able to experience different ministries in Guatemala, to serve those that deserve it the most, and to be able to spend the holidays with my family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For New Years, I got to spend three days in San Pedro Necta, Huehuetenango (about a six hour drive) with Oscar's family. San Pedro is a teeny tiny village way up in the mountains of Huehue (the road to get there isn't even paved). It was quite the experience and I have to admit, I felt extremely adventurous. San Pedro is where Oscar &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJR_J3nkJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0R5tEqKtfEc/s1600-h/DSCI0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292382657536561298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJR_J3nkJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0R5tEqKtfEc/s200/DSCI0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and his sisters were raised so it was a real blessing to meet their (entire) extended family and childhood friends. We also spent a day in Nenton (an even smaller village), where Oscar's dad (aka Pastor Oscar) grew up and I got to meet even MORE family. After lunch in Nenton, Pastor gave a short message and many people shared about how God has blessed them in this last year. Then they spent some time (in a big group hug, it was awesome) praying and crying with each other. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Only the Avila family. (The picture on the right is of myself and Oscar standing in the average doorway in San Pedro Necta. We could quite possibly be the tallest people in the whole village.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The girls (at The Oasis) started school again this week. After a long summer break, it was a rough first couple of days getting them adjusted again, but Becky and I survived our first week and we're ready for the next few months! I am the second grade teacher for three beautiful little girls (pictured above) and it's been a real blessing to spend five hours every morning with them. We study Social Studies, Math, Bible, Natural Science, and Spanish. Yes, someone has entrusted me to teach Spanish -- which is more than laughable. And Becky is teaching math and science classes with some of the 4th, 5th, and 6th graders! We love our job :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oscar and I are the proud new parents of a sweet little 3-month-old Chow Chow. He's too cute for words so we'll just let his picture do the talking. Please meet: Coco Gordito Avila Glick&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292386124774609138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJVI-VlkPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/10Ur9REg8qo/s200/DSCI0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar's Dad started a Bible study two weeks ago for their family, myself, and Lucy's fiance, Benjamin. We're going to be studying family, marriage, and discipleship. Even though we're only two weeks in, I have been greatly encouraged by our Friday night meetings. It gets really lonely at The Oasis with no fellowship or people my age (or people that speak English) to talk with. The laughter and fellowship from Bible study has left me feeling, not only encouraged, but closer to God. I see a lot of Jesus in the way the Avila family members live their lives and I am truly blessed to be a part of this during my time in Guatemala. Just last night we were talking about how Jesus calls disciples. We made a list of some of the characteristics we thought disciples needed to have. And now we have this list as a goal to work toward - to never quit and to keep striving to be the person that God can use to further His kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;After my Dad was robbed at gunpoint a few weeks ago, I think we were all a little shaken up. We were forced to step out of the little comfort bubbles we've encased ourselves in and we were rudely reminded of how dangerous Guatemala really is. I found myself praising God because He had protected my Dad in that situation. "God was so in control!" But then, one night while I was discussing it with Cory, I had to ask myself, "Do I ALWAYS &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJhP0pfrUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Qj8gRJuh8p4/s1600-h/Second+Grade3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292399436572372290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJhP0pfrUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Qj8gRJuh8p4/s200/Second+Grade3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;believe that God is in control? Or just in the situations that turn out to benefit me?" What if that man had shot my Dad? Would God still have been in control in that moment? I think, yes. He would have. Why He does things sometimes, I'll never know. But by choosing to follow Him, I have chosen to TRUST in Him -- whether it's something I understand or not. So, I've been forced to come to the reality of what if He decided to take me home early? Or my Dad? Or my Mom? Or Oscar? Will I be able to trust that He was still in control? Ever since I did a study on the book of Philippians a year ago, I've struggled with desiring Heaven, rather than the things of this Earth. As Paul writes, "...to die is to gain," Paul's mind and heart were completely focused on Heaven. He had grasped that our time here on Earth is so temporary, and Heaven is our home. I want to be ready to go home whenever God chooses to bring me. I want to be like Paul and long to be with my Lord in Heaven. I guess, Guatemala is another step to help get me to this point :) And I don't mean to sound so depressing and morbib. I am well aware at how much God has blessed us with protection during our time here and I trust that He'll continue until our mission has been carried out. "And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discenment, so that you may approve the things that are excellent, in order to be sincere and blameless until the day of Christ." Philippians 1:9-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To wrap up the longest blog I've ever written: Please be in prayer with me as I look for options about coming back t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJkuQGUiSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bly5pX1yUtY/s1600-h/Sarai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292403257871993122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJkuQGUiSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bly5pX1yUtY/s200/Sarai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o Guatemala in the fall. With each passing day, my passions, visions, and love for this country grow more and more. My friend, Heidi, and I have been spending one hour every day praying about Guatemala and our ministries here (current and future). God has given me so many visions that I can't wait to carry out. Every new day here and every challenge is bringing me another step closer to this future that I'm (im)patiently awaiting. I have a lot of hope for this country and God has a lot of plans - so I'm excited to work alongside the creator of the universe with the goal of &lt;strong&gt;changing a nation&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, also, be praying for the 41 girls living at The Oasis. Everyday we are met with a new battle and everyday we find renewed hope in Him -- the God who loves these girls more than we could ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-7872730194095338926?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/7872730194095338926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=7872730194095338926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/7872730194095338926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/7872730194095338926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darnest Things'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SXJHIVwMtvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BSD5sSUWtrQ/s72-c/Angelica+y+Nancy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-2219225979923025960</id><published>2008-12-13T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:10:27.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want them all.</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, on the way home from dinner, Alfonso, Becky, Oscar, and I saw two women, four children, and a baby walking toward the hill. (Mind you, this “hill” I’m referring to is more like a mountain. It’s a little over a mile long and at the altitude we’re at, it often feels like you’re scaling Mt. Everest. Also, it is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; dangerous, especially at night.) So, we pull over to see if they want a ride up in the back of the truck. One of the ladies had just had surgery and they were on their way home from the hospital, so she couldn’t sit in the back of the truck. So Oscar helped her into the front seat and climbed in the back with the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was in so much shock that this lady who could barely move, was about to walk up Mt. Everest, AT NIGHT, with five kids all under the age of six. I was just thanking God that we were able to give them a safe ride home when Becky nudged me and told me to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfonso was telling her about Jesus. He was telling her about the confidence he has in Christ because God has always taken care of him. Then I heard Oscar laughing and singing sings with the kids in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly tears came to my eyes. I was so moved by the moment and by the way Alfonso and Oscar can so confidently share their faith with everyone they come in contact with. I had planned to sit quietly in the truck until we had gotten them safely home. Why do I so easily forget the confidence I have in my Lord as soon as I’m around a stranger? I somehow think that I have to discreetly slip in something about my faith and wait for them to ask me questions. Or, you know, live my life in a way that people will see me and and just &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that I have God’s love. &lt;strong&gt;Well, most of the world isn’t looking for God’s love so how are they going to notice?&lt;/strong&gt; And even IF that lady in the truck had been looking for it, would she have found it simply because I was smiling at the back of her head for seven minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is… I love God. And I genuinely want all the people of this world to find Him. I want the women and children from that night to feel His peace, comfort, love, and to see how faithfully He will provide for their needs – in the same way He has always done for me. And WHY shouldn’t I have confidence in telling people about all of that after God has repeatedly provided, blessed, and loved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can get too comfortable with routines. “Okay God, I moved to Guatemala. I really love the girls at The Oasis. I promise to do my best to show these girls your love. Thanks for everything.” I think God’s knocking my head going, “HELLO?! You think the girls in the compound of The Oasis are the only people I am putting into your life that I’m reaching out to?! Think again, mi hija. &lt;em&gt;I want them all&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to learn. But, I am so grateful to have men like Oscar and Alfonso in my life. I learn new things about God through them everyday. Their life ministries are so much like how I picture Jesus’ life was. I am so encouraged in my faith every time I’m with them. They so confidently love God that they never even have to think about it – they simply live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279431256965354610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SUROwa-DlHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WBSwHM5x39s/s320/DSCI0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-2219225979923025960?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/2219225979923025960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=2219225979923025960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/2219225979923025960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/2219225979923025960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-them-all.html' title='I want them all.'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SUROwa-DlHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WBSwHM5x39s/s72-c/DSCI0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-560405977218590484</id><published>2008-11-28T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:10:04.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering for Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just thought this was worthy of mentioning... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I have been extremely grateful that God has kept us healthy while we've been here at the Oasis. We didn't really realize how grateful we were until we had to be tia's in the green house one weekend and saw the meat for lunch just sitting on the counter. Raw beef, with raw chicken ON TOP OF IT, just sitting on the counter. It had already been there for a good 15 hours or so. That seems... sanitary. And then we experienced the art of "less is more" by skipping the use of plates and bowls as much as possible and just putting everything directly on the grates in the fridge, grates in the oven, and directly on the spinny-wheel thingy in the microwave. How often are they santized? Unknown. Vegetables and fruits? Unwashed. Bring it on. Stomachs of steel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oscar came up on Thursday to play with the girls for the afternoon. He stayed to eat dinner in the blue house with me and my ninas - and turns out this "true Guatemalan" got sick. He's pretty much a gringo. And we'll probably never let him live it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also. We have fleas. And I'm not talking fleas in the grass - straight up FLEA INFESTED APARTMENT. We are covered head to toe in this wonderful little itchy bumps. But in all honesty, we love our little cozy apartment and wouldn't change it for the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the girls have lice... so it's really only a matter of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Guatemala :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273846304545114098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/STB3RZ5rB_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z95TYJSgkss/s320/Thanksgiving+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The CAM interns at CAM's Thanksgiving lunch extravaganza. It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273847535286121474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/STB4ZCxMdAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QXLPXsV7RGk/s200/Thanksgiving+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar singing with the girls. (Notice the beautiful volcano through the window!)&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/8564200081714011829-560405977218590484?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/560405977218590484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=560405977218590484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/560405977218590484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/560405977218590484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/11/suffering-for-jesus.html' title='Suffering for Jesus?'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/STB3RZ5rB_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z95TYJSgkss/s72-c/Thanksgiving+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-244104852776632275</id><published>2008-11-25T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:06:42.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a God thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A little over a week ago, I got a call from my Mom, telling me she had just found a note she wrote me on June 9th. As she read it to me, I couldn’t stop crying – because it was suddenly so obvious to me that God was in control. The words she wrote me on June 9th confirmed everything that’s happening right now is so right. And strangely enough, it answered a lot of questions I was asking God at that present time. In the note she said that she had woken up in the middle of the night and felt like she was supposed to write me. And she just happened to find it in an old journal she hasn’t used since then; on the perfect day I needed to hear it. If &lt;strong&gt;THAT’S&lt;/strong&gt; not a God thing, I just don’t know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so comforting to know that God has been preparing for this time for a long time. He knew I would be let down and that my guard would be up - and He made sure there was someone I trusted to speak His words to me. I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. And I’m surrounded by the people I’m supposed to be with. It doesn’t mean getting here was easy, and losing people in my life was easy, but it’s all &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said it a thousand times since I’ve been here, but I think it’s worth repeating. :) There is something so peaceful about being right in the center or God’s will. God has transformed my heart in so many ways since being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also had a lot of time to reflect on my time in Bellingham after DTS and before I came here. I was really unhappy with who I was and what I was doing in my life. I was mad that I was “stuck” in Bellingham – I really wanted to be in some kind of ministry. And I had just become angry about all of the stupidest little things. I didn’t trust that things would work out. Mostly, I was just angry at myself because I knew I wasn’t living up to my potential in who God has made me to be, but I had also lost all hope and motivation to change that. And fear controlled my life. I was constantly afraid of everything: being home alone, driving at night, getting robbed, the dark, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got here, God flipped my world upside down in ways I cannot describe. I’m not angry anymore. I have SO much more tolerance and patience, and I KNOW that could only come from Him. I’m not scared; I feel protected. For the first time in a long time, I feel like my life is finally coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve recently noticed how much more joy I have in my life. Even my laugh has changed. Now it’s this really loud deep-seated, belly laugh – and I’m pretty sure my neighbors all hate me for it :) But it feels good to laugh like this again, with this pure, soul-deep joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with Guatemala. Sometimes I think I was made to be here and I can’t imagine settling anywhere else. My heart is content :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking into the blue house and being smothered by a herd of little girls. I love how Wendy always walks around with her Max Lucado devotional book (in English) because she thinks it’s the Bible. I love watching Oscar lead worship and listening to the congregation worship the same God I worship back home in Northlake. I love greeting everyone with hugs and kisses on the cheek. I love holding hands with little girls and listening to their laughter all day, everyday. I love teaching people English and learning what a willingness to learn really looks like. I love looking out across our yard and seeing beautiful mountains and volcanoes. As far as I’m concerned, this is about as good as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been thinking about something that happened during my third week of DTS. Our speaker had been telling us about some sacrifices that some of her friends have had to make to follow Jesus. And she asked us: “Would you be willing to do that? If God called you to go, and you knew something like that was coming, would you go?” We all sat in silence for about ten minutes before Mark stood up and made a commitment to go anywhere and give up anything if God called him to. One by one, we all stood up and made the same commitment. Afterwards we spent the next few minutes worshipping from our tables – but there was something different about the way we sang the words this time. For a lot of us, it was the first time we had ever realized WHAT we were living for. And how it really was worth it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man… :) Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a few photos for your viewing pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw4AyaDtrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wK-IwTvjtPg/s1600-h/Felicita%27s+Birthday+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272650849926231730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw4AyaDtrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wK-IwTvjtPg/s200/Felicita%27s+Birthday+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw9dnsgolI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bjK1j-rsUjg/s1600-h/n845270354_4628067_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272656842825179730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw9dnsgolI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bjK1j-rsUjg/s200/n845270354_4628067_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655244059032514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw8Aj09O8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bm1h2YZtfho/s320/Tonya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw-ju1CokI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BnAIl-NzArg/s1600-h/n845270354_4800526_4723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272658047330853442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw-ju1CokI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BnAIl-NzArg/s320/n845270354_4800526_4723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8564200081714011829-244104852776632275?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/244104852776632275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=244104852776632275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/244104852776632275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/244104852776632275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-god-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a God thing...'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SSw4AyaDtrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wK-IwTvjtPg/s72-c/Felicita%27s+Birthday+(13).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-8932690985470758458</id><published>2008-11-13T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:09:05.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>I think God's unconditional love has always been so hard for me to grasp because the love I experience on earth is 100% conditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever we talk about unconditional love in church or with friends, it always gives you a good feeling, but I don't know how many times I've really stopped to think about what that actually means and how much that truly affects me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back on elementary, middle, and high school, I had a new "best friend forever" every year. I still sometimes find notes we wrote each other: "We'll be best friends forever! I could never be without you, blahblahblah." That's good and all, but how many of those people do I still even talk to? Maybe one or two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As humans, &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; to us is so conditional. It's all about what makes us feel good in the moment. Half the time we'll listen to things people tell us that we know aren't true, but we'll still believe it anyways because it makes us feel good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never count how many friends I've "just lost touch with" over the years. And for what? We started a new school year and had different classes? We didn't work together anymore? She moved 20 minutes away? She goes to a different church now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I've been really let down by someone who was once my best friend. We did everything together, told each other everything, shared our lives together, and even promised "forever." I haven't seen him since September since we're both on separate missions for six months, but two and half weeks ago, after a lot of prayer, we decided to break up. Long story short - today, the man that had once been my other half, turned a complete 180. And I'm crushed that someone could change their minds about something like LOVE in a span of about three days. What does that say to me about people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting in my office here at The Oasis when I found out. I just started crying - I didn't really know what else to do. I wasn't mad like I thought I'd be - I was just really disappointed. I just kept saying, "I could never do that to someone. I couldn't do that." But, I guess, in all reality, I'm just as much human as he is. So, my question is, what do you do when someone promises you "forever" but ditches out as soon as something more appealing comes along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that I have comfort in knowing that God didn't want us together anymore - and that I had known that &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; all of this happened. But it still doesn't stop the hurt of how quickly someone can change their minds about you - especially about words like "forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting here, I was begging God for comfort. I needed His peace. Right away, my little four-year-old, Wendy, comes wandering into the office, see's me crying, climbs into my lap, and plants the biggest kiss she can manage on my cheek. She asked me why I was crying. I told her I was just sad. She hugged me again and said, "Well, I love you." Then she sat in my lap, hugging me, kissing me, and chattering about the games she wanted to play for about an hour. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Jesus, for children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has just been reminding me constantly, "I will NEVER do that to you. NOTHING will ever make me change my mind." I wish I could understand this better. "Forever" to me is beginning to lose the meaning it once held. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, during devotions, Becky and I talked with the girls about Daniel 2 and how the Bible tells us that ALL power and wisdom belong to God. He can establish kings and remove kings. We talked with them about what wisdom and power really mean and how we, as humans, think we have the power to change people around us, and make things the way we want. It was a good reminder that ALL of the power belongs to GOD. He can put things into my life and take them out at any time. But, I also know that His timing is PERFECT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, during quiet time, I asked God to "rock me." Which, really, doesn't always seem like a bright idea. Because God rocking my world means that I sometimes have to give up my own thoughts and ideas about how things are supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep - this is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know eventually that will really sink in, but for now, I am living off of His amazing mercy and grace. People will let me down, but it just gives me all the more reason to cling to my &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... I'll be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268313613671175234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SRzPUaQ5lEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/svBfb8Y533o/s320/l_e36e4a81896822663cc86887efabd86d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-8932690985470758458?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/8932690985470758458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=8932690985470758458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/8932690985470758458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/8932690985470758458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/11/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SRzPUaQ5lEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/svBfb8Y533o/s72-c/l_e36e4a81896822663cc86887efabd86d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-8430821519213153501</id><published>2008-11-12T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:21:11.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here I Go Again"</title><content type='html'>This song  has challenged me so much in this last week. I find myself listening to it over and over and over again, letting the words sink in. Fear of man is such a silly thing, yet - I struggle with it more than I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an evangelism seminar I went to three weeks ago, the speaker told us that a recent study had found that the number one fear of American's is the fear of speaking in front of groups of people. I find this odd since God has commanded us to "go and preach the good news." The enemy sure knows how to hold us back, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky posted a blog about this song before me (and she's a much better writer than I am :) ) and what she said really hit home with me. &lt;strong&gt;Our God is so worth it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After listening to the lyrics, I felt like the band was right here, singing to me about the girls at The Oasis. My prayer for my time here is that every day I will OOOZE with God’s love. That it will stick to everyone I touch, see, greet, and talk with. That they will be so stuck in it that they would give up trying to run from it.The lyrics say “This might be my last chance to tell her that You love her.” We have girls constantly in and out of The Oasis, depending on the outcome of their court dates, and regardless of what the courts say, God has not guaranteed me tomorrow to show them His love. It needs to happen TODAY.Please be with me in prayer that God will shine His light through my life, so bright that no one can ignore it. That the girls will see God’s love through the way that I love them, and that they will want more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I Go Again" by Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;Father, hear my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I need the perfect words&lt;br /&gt;Words that he will hear&lt;br /&gt;And know they're straight from You&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I only know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;To see my only friend slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: So maybe this time&lt;br /&gt;I'll speak the words of life&lt;br /&gt;With Your fire in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But that old familiar fear is tearin' at my words&lt;br /&gt;What am I so afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here I go again&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' 'bout the rain&lt;br /&gt;And mullin' over things&lt;br /&gt;that won't live past today&lt;br /&gt;And as I dance around the truth&lt;br /&gt;Time is not his friend&lt;br /&gt;This might be my last chance to tell him that You love Him&lt;br /&gt;But here I go again&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You love him so&lt;br /&gt;You gave Your only Son&lt;br /&gt;If he will just believe&lt;br /&gt;He will never die&lt;br /&gt;But how then will he know&lt;br /&gt;What he has never heard?&lt;br /&gt;Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-8430821519213153501?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/8430821519213153501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=8430821519213153501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/8430821519213153501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/8430821519213153501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-i-go-again.html' title='&quot;Here I Go Again&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-3738096516015574198</id><published>2008-11-12T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:05:00.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>Hello, Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>Love of my life = Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I don't even know where to start. I have a thousand thoughts racing around in my mind constantly that I can never seem to put into words to share with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting next to Becky in our office at The Oasis, eating trail mix, and for some reason trying not to cry. I've been crying a lot lately - and half the time I'm not even sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the renewing of passion. I am coming to realize how much passion for Jesus I've lost since YWAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am; in this foreign country, with nothing left to hold onto EXCEPT for HIM. For the first time in my life, I am the minority. And, to be honest, that scares me a lot. I'm the strange American girl that can't understand half the stuff everyone says to me. I know I couldn't do this without God on my side. I just have to keep reminding myself that our God is SOOOO much bigger than a language barrier or cultural differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I pray together every night before bed. It's so comforting because it reminds me so much of my times with Amanda, Kristy, and Mark during DTS. We pray about the girls here, about our ministry, and anything we have on our hearts. And, of course, every night I cry. Imagine that. I am so grateful to God for bringing me here. But, I am so upset with myself that He had to take me out of my comfort zone and strip me of everything I'm used to, to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived in Guatemala, and especially before I left Oasis, I was dreading moving to The Oasis. I was going, "What am I doing? I don't even like kids all that much." haha. But God has changed my heart, rejuvenated me, and given me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. SO. HAPPY. HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are beyond amazing. I got assigned to the Blue House and was blessed to spend my days with seven of the most wonderful little girls you could ever imagine. Tonya (2), Wendy (4), Melanie (6), Jaqueline (8), Maria (9), Doris (11), and Viki (14). Everytime I walk into the house they'll swamp me, wanting hugs and kisses. I'm sure this will all wear off after I'm here for awhile, but none the less, I love it. Wendy is just the cutest little four year old in the worldddd. All she ever wants to do is sit in my lap, kiss my cheek as long and hard as she can, and give me big hugs! Everytime I'm playing with the girls and eating meals with them, I just thank God for this culture and the people of Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of - I think Oscar deserves a spot in this blog. Oscar is a good friend of the family from Guatemala City. And I think I owe a lot of this whole "new regaining of passion" from him. Oscar &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt; what he preaches. He is a man that shines like Jesus in ways I've never seen before. Often when I get frustrated, tired, lazy, etc., I just think, "What would Oscar do?" Oscar would put himself aside and love on everyone around him. He has this way of making each and every person in the room feel like the most important person alive. He's my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267970558666455522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SRuXT-yHueI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FKk_UcN4I0Q/s320/IMG_3088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar and I celebrating mine and Cory's birthdays last weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unfortunetly this picture portrays us perfectly, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My spanish is coming along as well as can be expected, I guess. Being here has made it all the more clear to me at just how much a month of language school helped set a good foundation for me. And I'll continue to study while I'm here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becky and I are starting English classes next week for the "Tias" and any teacher or staff member here that would like to attend. They all want to learn english so badly and since Becky and I will be here for five and six months, what a fantastic opportunity to get them started! I am so, so, so excited to start these classes!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it impossible to write good blogs. I apologize to you all - just know that God is doing amazing things in this small compound way up high in the mountain in San Lucas, Guatemala. And I intend to live that out for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll update soon with more touching, sensible, informative updates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-3738096516015574198?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/3738096516015574198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=3738096516015574198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/3738096516015574198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/3738096516015574198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-love-of-my-life.html' title='Hello, Love of My Life'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SRuXT-yHueI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FKk_UcN4I0Q/s72-c/IMG_3088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-932511880818694788</id><published>2008-11-03T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:14:30.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock My World</title><content type='html'>God is &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates and I went to a HUGE kite festival in Santiago yesterday and on the drive home, I couldn’t stop thanking God for his provision. I feel SO blessed to be here – and His timing is PERFECT (imagine that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last three weeks have changed me in ways I could never explain. God has been giving me so much peace and joy – and &lt;strong&gt;He is changing me from the inside out&lt;/strong&gt;. I truly feel like a different person than when I got here three weeks ago. My outlook on this six month trip is so different, in a much more positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9jiB5trPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f6ox-VS1zA0/s1600-h/Antigua+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264535925696605426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9jiB5trPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f6ox-VS1zA0/s320/Antigua+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am so happy in Antigua. In the afternoons, I’ll usually walk for hours and every day I fall more and more in love with the people and culture of Latin America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I was walking home and there was a huge crowd of local men standing on the sidewalks and spilling into the street. When I got closer I saw about 20-25 police officers running around with their massive guns, kicking doors in and evacuating the houses in the area, obviously searching for someone. I stood watching for about 3 minutes before remembering I wasn’t watching The Bourne Identity or something and that I should probably leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out four armed men broke into a house and stole a lot of stuff and the police only captured one. So the other three men when running away ON THE ROOF TOPS. Well, yeah that kind of freaked me out a little bit. But that only lasted 3.5 seconds and then I was happy as a clam again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the missionaries from YWAM living in Antigua right now was robbed at gunpoint by her tuc-tuc (spelling?) driver last week. I guess that's the reality of it down here. But spending your whole life being scared isn't going to help you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first week in Antigua, I was a little scared. And let’s be honest, there is a lot to be afraid of down here. Guatemala isn’t exactly the safest place in the world. Especially for a single white female. But God has filled me with so much peace since then. Even when all the strange men honk at me and yell things (solely because of the color of my skin), I feel so protected. And I can honestly say that even IF something happened to me, that’s okay, too. If I die, it’s because God’s ready for me in Heaven. If someone breaks into my house and steals everything I own, God will provide everything I need again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something so peaceful about being right in God’s will for your life. Without a doubt in my mind, this is where I’m supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight down here a month ago, for the first time in my entire life, I was saying, “Okay, God, just give me a 9 to 5 job in Bellingham and a comfortable apartment with clean food, and I’ll be happy. Just don’t make me live here.” Making transitions into uncomfortable situations is never easy for anyone. But I take that all back now. “Okay, God, you can call me to live here, again.” (This is me pretending that God listens to the plans I make for my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve survived three weeks of Spanish school! I passed my test for Grado A (97.5%) so I moved up a level! I love my teacher, Lucy, and the school. As frustrating as it is sometimes, feeling like I’ll never get it, it has been a really rewarding experience and I know I’ve learned a lot since moving here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9ibRMVp_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ivq9GKXKbG4/s1600-h/Kite+Festival+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264534710030542834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9ibRMVp_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ivq9GKXKbG4/s320/Kite+Festival+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My roommates here have been AMAZING and I could not thank God enough for bringing us all together like this. They have helped make my experience in Antigua so fantastic. We’ve been together for about two weeks now and strangely enough, we’re all leaving at the same time next weekend. The five of us have gotten along so well and one of my favorite parts of the day is sitting with the four of them for hours after dinner, talking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katy&lt;/strong&gt; is from Iowa, and she’s incredible. She came to Guatemala after she was traveling and volunteering in Mexico when a flashflood wiped out nearly everything she brought with her. She’s a leader in so many ways. She’s strong, wise, and always thinking of others before herself. &lt;strong&gt;Myr&lt;/strong&gt; is from Colorado and she is one of the most open minded and positive people I’ve ever met. &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; is from Norway, and she definitely has the gift of bringing people together. She’s always got fantastic stories to tell and she is just a genuine, solid person. &lt;strong&gt;Kennet&lt;/strong&gt; is from Denmark – we love Kennet because he’s forced to live with four girls and he’s still always smiling. Kennet has this way of laughing at everything you say like you’re the wittiest person in the world. He’s fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On el dia de los muertos, my roommates and I traveled about 45 minutes to Santiago to see the massive kites (barriletes) that we've heard so much about. What a beautiful holiday! The different brotherhoods spend 40 days working together to make these beautiful, massive works of art. And thousands of people come together to celebrate in the cemetary and to eat meals with their dead relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264538345891103154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9lu51DAbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7yrQixLKh4Y/s320/Kite+Festival+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264538347979554674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9lvBm-P3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BpByXX2IBwc/s320/Kite+Festival+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264538355153061266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9lvcVRRZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GRBZ1M3MruY/s320/Kite+Festival+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A family eating in the cemetary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a blessing meeting and making friends with some locals, as well. I’ve gotten to know a few YWAMers down here which is beyond wonderful! I went to an evangelism seminar at YWAM last Saturday and it helped me regain so much of my motivation that I’ve lost since DTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy I’ve met down here has forever changed me. His name is Juan Luis and he has an incredible testimony. He used to be a devout Mormon when he found Christ. I’m not going to go into the whole story, but he was able to do a DTS last year, after God provided the funds even when it seemed impossible, and Juan Luis is now a man that just shines like Jesus Christ. He is so filled with love and compassion. I feel blessed to have met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, God spoke to me clearly about a HUGE change that I needed to make in my life. We wrestled back and forth for awhile before it became clear to me that I was losing. After letting go of something that has become nearly everything to me, I prayed that God would fill me with peace about it. I told Him that I was acting out in obedience and though I wasn’t super pleased with Him about it; I expected His help to get me through it. And God has provided that and more in ways I could have never imagined. I still get sad when I think about it and once in awhile I’ll cry, but I have no doubt that God is in control. And though He loves me and wants the best for me, it won’t always be easy and I will be forced to give up some of my own ideas and dreams. Psalms 29:11 has taken on a whole new meaning in my life in the last few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Lord gives his people strength.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord blesses them with peace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend my Mom told me to read Psalm 86 – and since then, that has been the cry of my heart. I have found so much peace in God’s Word! &lt;em&gt;There’s something about being thrown out of your comfort zone, that throws you into God’s arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m on my last week in Antigua, before joining Becky up at the Oasis! I’m getting more and more excited everyday to meet all the girls and to be with Becky again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests:&lt;br /&gt;*Please continue to pray for my health. I went to the Doctor two weeks ago and got some medicine – please pray that the medicine does the trick so that I don’t have to go back in for more tests and so I can feel better!&lt;br /&gt;*Please pray for my transition from Antigua to The Oasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praises:&lt;br /&gt;*God’s amazing and unimaginable provision, peace, and joy!&lt;br /&gt;*At YWAM Antigua’s Halloween service last Friday, about 8-9 people accepted Christ! Please pray for them as they begin a new relationship with our Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-932511880818694788?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/932511880818694788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=932511880818694788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/932511880818694788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/932511880818694788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-my-world.html' title='Rock My World'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SQ9jiB5trPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/f6ox-VS1zA0/s72-c/Antigua+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-3062477149195861770</id><published>2008-10-21T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:30:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"God kind of has a sick sense of humor, doesn't He?"</title><content type='html'>I made it! I am writing to you from Guatemala, with many apologies for not updating sooner. (Believe me, my mom reminds me daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been here for almost three weeks now! I bought my ticket and came two days later, after learning that my mom needed surgery. I spent my first few days visiting her in the hospital and being insanely car sick every time I went anywhere with my Dad. After a few days my mom was able to come home with us! Since she wasn’t allowed to move much or go anywhere, it was a good excuse for us to spend a week laying around, watching movies, and reading books together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I am in my second week of language school! It’s a great school and I can already understand a lot more Spanish than when I first got here! But there’s definitely those times when I am sure I’ll never get it. As much as I can understand, it still seems almost impossible to say what I want to say most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed by God’s provision. Fund raising always seems to be such a long, horrifying experience – but in the end, it has been sooo rewarding to see people I don’t even know give money and prayer for my trip! The body of Christ truly amazed me! The title of this blog came out of the mouth of one of my best friends, Kristy, during one of our long distance phone calls. Two weeks before, I had gone into the doctor’s to get a mole removed and shortly after, I was told that the test results came back atypical and I needed to go to a dermatologist to make sure he could get the rest of it taken out. I don’t have any health insurance so that seemed like the end of the world for me. I called Kristy one night, crying to her about how I’d never get to Guatemala and there was no way I could pay for my doctor’s visit AND a dermatologist visit AND another lab testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night, a dermatologist from my church called me and offered to do my operation FREE OF CHARGE. “Alright, God. Sorry for not trusting. You’ve got this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my meeting with Dr. Gardner, he asks how much more support I need to raise before I can leave, I tell him, and he pauses for a second – “Okay, I’ll take care of the rest of that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when my call with Kristy comes in:&lt;br /&gt;“Wait a minute, so this dermatologist appointment that was one of the reasons you couldn’t go right away is the reason you got the rest of your money?!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yep.”&lt;br /&gt;“…………..God kind of has a sick sense of humor, doesn’t He? …I love that about Him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone what has given toward this trip. I have been greatly encouraged by your gifts and prayers. It has been a daily reminder for me of God’s provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good. I LOVE my new roommate Becky! It’s one of those friendships that you KNOW God has been preparing you for your entire life. We are so much alike in so many bizarre ways and we’ve already spent too many nights staying up way too late talking and laughing and craving big hunks of carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has already stretched me in some serious ways since being here. I know that these six months won’t necessarily be easy but I do know that God is doing something in me. And I trust that. So, in some ways I’m crying out for brokenness – and in so many other ways I am terrified beyond words for some of lessons God has planned for me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to keep the updates coming more frequently! Please keep me in your prayers as I’m still adjusting to a new culture and language! And praise God for his provision in every aspect of this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-3062477149195861770?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/3062477149195861770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=3062477149195861770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/3062477149195861770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/3062477149195861770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-kind-of-has-sick-sense-of-humor.html' title='&quot;God kind of has a sick sense of humor, doesn&apos;t He?&quot;'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-2402224324108069776</id><published>2008-09-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:42:21.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The City That Will Never Let You Quit Dreaming</title><content type='html'>New month, new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading my last blog, my Dad said to me, "Sheesh! And you think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; long winded?!" Well, Papa, I think we alllll know where (who) I get it from ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things lately have been.... bi-polar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the process of raising support. I can't believe September 20th is ONE WEEK away. The closer and closer it gets, the more my heart longs to be there. I have been EXTREMELY blessed with how quickly people have responded and partnered with me! Every time I get an update on my support from CAM, I get so excited and feel so encouraged. Until two minutes later when I calculate everything myself and find myself still having a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's typical me, though. I worry a lot and have a hard to giving things up to God. I guess thats why support raising is critical - especially for people like me. It gives God a chance to really take over and show us what a provider He is. And I know He has ALWAYS come through before, so worrying so much about it is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already being long winded again, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergei leaves for DTS in one week! Oh, criminy! I am so, so, so excited for him! And so, so, so sad to say goodbye for six months. His support has poured in. It has been SO AMAZING to watch the way people who don't even know him have gladly given for his discipleship training school. For the first time in his life, Sergei is finally seeing how the Body of Christ is supposed to be and he is greatly encouraged. After he gets his last paycheck on the 22nd of this month, his lecture phase of school will be paid off! PRAISE GOD! I have complete faith that his support for their two months in Argentina will come in, too! I am so excited for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got to go back to the wonderful, beautiful, AMAZING city of San Francisco for five days! Being back in the TL and in the YWAM base there was amazing. I even had the opportunity to be there while Kristy and Kate moved back to be on staff, which was so exciting! I know God is going to do amazing things through both of those girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day there, I had to spend the day alone while Kevin and Amanda worked back at base. I brought my Bible and journal and went to our old Starbucks and Nikko Hotel, planning to spend a few glorious hours reading God's Word and pouring my heart out on paper, but instead God told me to go fall in love with the city all over again. So I walked, and walked, and walked for hours. I visited most of our old hangouts and enjoyed hearing the random banter of the people in the TL. I spent most of my time reminiscing about DTS and all of the lessons we walked through together. But I really found myself falling in love with God again - a new, refreshing, confident love that I haven't felt in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something about San Francisco that captures you. And inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, it was good to pray and worship with my old DTS family again. Jan, Jaymee, and I spent a few hours in Starbucks one morning doing intercession for a couple of different things and it struck me at how long its been since I've prayed OUT LOUD, in front of people. We were all able to worship together in our musty, old basement again too. We were focusing so much on calling ourselves back to God. We weren't satisfied. We want so much more.&lt;br /&gt;I love those people so much. Their lives and their hearts inspire me so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was definitely a much needed trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER REQUESTS: &lt;/span&gt;Please pray with me that God's will be done in my trip to Guatemala. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I might not leave in one week, like I had been hoping, but I'm still hoping and praying to leave as soon as possible! Once Sergei leaves, and I'm not working anymore, I feel so lonely and useless here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PRAISES&lt;/span&gt;: God is so good for how far He has brought me already! And for getting Sergei to DTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-2402224324108069776?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/2402224324108069776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=2402224324108069776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/2402224324108069776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/2402224324108069776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/09/city-that-will-never-let-you-quit.html' title='The City That Will Never Let You Quit Dreaming'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-4160312061053749532</id><published>2008-08-09T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:25:56.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simplicity of God</title><content type='html'>True story: I couldn't think of anything creative to title a blog if it would save my life. This time, I actually googled "good blog titles" to, ya know, get some ideas... ;) and every link that popped up was on the importance of picking a good blog title or else (gasp!) no one would ever read your blog! ("You have to hook the reader in right away!") Well, for crying out loud! This only adds more pressure to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:42am and I can't sleep. It's weird - this doesn't happen to me. Hi, I'm Kim - I sleep ALLLLL the time. It's the one thing I'm really good at doing. But really, this is unnatural, weird, and annoying. Plus, my left arm keeps going numb which can't be good. Am I having a stroke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about it is that I fell asleep just fine earlier. It's not like I have a lot on my mind so I can't sleep at all, kind of a thing. I fell asleep around midnight just fine - only to wake up at 4:00am. And now, here I am. Mannn, I'm going to be cranky tomorrow. (Or should I say, later today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Fresh Prince of Bel Aire is on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just jump right in:&lt;br /&gt;I went back Northlake Community Church last Sunday for the first time since my parents moved to Guatemala. I've been really scared to go since moving back to Bellingham since DTS but I've always known that I need to. And as I had expected, it was weird, different, and overwhelming. There's been a lot of changes there since I left, not only pastoral changes, but most of the families I knew and grew up with left, and really - no one there knows me anymore. I remember Northlake as my home church where we knew everyone and walking through the lobby would take you 20 minutes (four hours for my dad) because you'd have to stop and talk with everyone. Now, I couldn't stop and talk with anyone. Sergei and I awkwardly walked through the front doors and right into the sanctuary and say down. And for some reason, that really freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During worship and announcements, all I could really think about was how the last time I was there, we were saying goodbye to my parents and sending them off. That was, by far, one of the worst days of my life and being back in "our" church made me miss them like that all over again. And, for the first time in a long time, I began crying out to God about how lonely I have been since DTS. I was almost mad at Him that He hasn't given me a Christian community here. Suddenly, I felt more lonely, discouraged, depressed, homesick, etc. than I had since that day when my parents left. As I was in the middle of trying to convince God that I know whats best, someone sitting behind me taps my shoulder and hands me a tissue. Well, that's not embarrassing or anything, haha. I'm obviously too emotional at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm just went numb again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Pastor Dave got up for the sermon. In my state of bitterness, I almost blocked it all out, but his message really, really, really encouraged me. He talked openly about some of the thoughts he had during the pastoral changes. And he challenged us about how open we are with changes that God makes in our lives and surroundings. Are we open to things that turn out different than what we had expected? Are we willing to trust God even through those times? Can we say, "Okay, God, I don't understand this - but I'm going to keep going and try to learn from this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he talked about situations with trusting God about providing finances (which, at this stage in my life, was right on the money - pun completely intended). He quoted some of the verses we hear all the time about how God will provide whatever we need, but he also told us about the churches finances. At the beginning of summer he had been worried because churches across America always struggle financially during summer so Dave had been making plans on how to "get by" and "save as much as possible" until the fall. But every week, God has been providing abundantly. After every dramatic pause, and then the good news of how God had provided again and again, we all gasped, clapped, etc. But if we really think about it, why are we so surprised by this? Of course He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Sergei and I were walking back to the car after service, I spent a couple more minutes feeling sorry for myself. I proceeded to tell Sergei about "how much the church has changed" and "woe is me, I don't know anyone anymore," blahblahblah. Sergei sat quietly, patiently listening to me (as usual), and then he goes, "I liked it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that. Those three words changed my whole mood around and it was exactly what I needed to hear. "I liked it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergei: "You didn't like the Pastor?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I did. I like him a lot. But he's not Pastor Bill."&lt;br /&gt;Sergei: "So?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's just all I know..."&lt;br /&gt;Sergei: "Well... I thought he was really good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, how will we react to change when the outcome is not as we had expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without Sergei? After I always over-think, over-analyze, dramatize, and overwhelm everything, he always brings me back to the &lt;strong&gt;simplicity of God&lt;/strong&gt;. I so often need that reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:40am. I officially hate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back to that super fun activity that we like to call: "raising support." This is truly the only thing I HATE about being a missionary. HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE. I feel like underneath all the fancy words, letters, and brochures, people still think all I'm saying is "Give me your money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, raising support has got to by one of the most humbling things you could ever do, haha. It's finally admitting that we can't do it alone and that we need each other (awww...). I had the privilege of getting together with Cathy Pauley last week and we were talking about the difficulties of raising support. She said, "I know money is nothing to God but down here, man - we need it for everything. .....But God knows that, too." She's right on the money (again, pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another couple of hours at Starbucks today, I finally finished the "final draft" of my support letter. And I finished addressing the envelopes. Now, all I have to do is wait for my brochures to arrive, then I'll send them all out and hope (and pray) for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually broke down on the phone with my Dad earlier about support raising. I just out of the blue started crying. "I'm never going to get that kind of money in time. It's not going to happen." And to be honest, I felt so defeated all day. My brochures aren't even here yet, I need to raise monthly support and money to buy a plane ticket to even get there, and I need to do all of this in one month? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more than anything, I want Sergei to make it to his DTS. I know he's been feeling really discouraged too about raising support - and I would give ANYTHING to get him there. Today, I actually sat down and tried to make a list of things I could sell to give to Sergei for his school. My car, my bed, desk, ....shoes...? I don't have much, but in all reality, I don't need much either. I could donate plasma? Or a kidney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;anyone want to buy a car?&lt;/strong&gt; ...Kidney? Both in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergei deserves this more than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've already talked about me crying a lot in this blog, so I'll let this be my last story:&lt;br /&gt;After Sergei left for work today, I sat down in my room with my journal and Bible and cried out to God about these frustrations. "God, how do I get Sergei to DTS?" I kept asking God for ANYTHING to encourage him. Even if it's $1, let Sergei know that people CARE about what he's doing. Encourage him, God. Give him hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the verse came to my mind: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight." It's one of those ones we've heard a thousand times, but today the Holy Spirit gave me a new understanding through it. During my DTS, one of our speakers, Ruthie Kim, told us, "If you're worrying about something, you haven't given it to God." Not saying that I'll never worry about raising support for both Sergei and myself ever again, but today I gave it to God and committed to doing my part of walking in obedience and simply trusting him with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; comes back to: the simplicity of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-4160312061053749532?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/4160312061053749532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=4160312061053749532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/4160312061053749532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/4160312061053749532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/08/simplicity-of-god.html' title='The Simplicity of God'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8564200081714011829.post-2721325737178847788</id><published>2008-07-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:26:37.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bellingham'/><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>Goodness, I created this blog thing forever ago, and I'm just now writing in it. It only took me about ten minutes to even get to this page. I still have yet to figure out how this site works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest though, I've been planning out my first blog for weeks now, always with good intentions of going home and writing it. But for some reason, it was always intimidating to me. Like I had to write my testimony or some sort of introduction to start the whole thing off - as if a bunch of strangers were really desperate to know about me or something...? Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no testimony or life story. Just an update for my friends and family that are scattered across the world. Since I'm absolutely terrible at staying in touch over the phone (I'm sorry!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Bellingham (once again), getting reconnected with the world and wrestling with God about why I'm not in the mission field right now. Things aren't terrible by any means - I love Bellingham. I'm just restless for my next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being back home always gives me time to reflect. I can't believe the absolute turn around my life has been through in the last year. A year ago I was sitting in Starbucks with Stephanie, talking about our dreams of traveling the world, working with people of other cultures, and having our chance to be missionaries. We're both MK's (missionary kids) and we had dreams of doing it on our own, too. And now, I'm sitting in Starbucks thinking over all the places I've been this last year, all the people I've met, and the journey that God and I are on together. And Stephanie is traveling through South America after spending the last six months in Africa. I just can't believe how real everything became. I never thought I could do it. But God has provided immensely and I have been blessed beyond words to have experienced everything in this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God brings me back to Bellingham for a reason. And I really do love it here. This is where all of my childhood memories are and even after seeing a lot of the world, I'm convinced that Bellingham is the most beautiful place in the world. And God's still teaching me a lot - daily. It's just me thats anxious to get back out. My heart is really for serving people. I love seeing other cultures - but more than anything I love how my eyes are opened in new ways everytime I travel. This world has so much to teach me and I'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Salem, really gave me a lot of my passion back. There are so many injustices in this world - and I want to spend the rest of my life fighting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - for the real update: I'm leaving for Guatemala in September for six months!! After my two week visit there last spring, my heart and mind have constantly been on the people of that ravaged country (sounds so dramatic, doesn't it?). While I was there, I had the opportunity to go back to Kairo's house, a home that houses children and their families that are undergoing treatment for cancer. As you can imagine, it's an easy place for the enemy to bring in a strong spirit of hopelessness. My parent's youth pastor, Oscar, and I brought his guitar and led worship for them - and it was the first time I'd seen those children genuinly joyful. And since then I can't help but think, it really can be that easy. We sang a couple of songs and that alone gave God the room to move. These beautiful children have been forced to sacrifice so much and yet they still have the strength to rely on God and get their hope from him. Sometimes I think they have more wisdom at the age of 4 than I have at the age of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to get back down there. The plan is to spend a month in language school in Antigua and then spend five months living and working at Oasis - a womens and children shelter. I'm so excited for what they're going to teach me - and all of the ways God is going to grow me through this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm home - working five days a week and trying to raise support for my six months in Guatemala. I'm at that point again where I look around and can't even imagine how I'm going to get all of that money - but the Lord is our provider. All of the money in the world is His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNND (I've gotta write about this)....one of my dreams is coming true! Ever since I've come home from my DTS, I've wanted everyone I've ever known to do one! DTS changed my life in ways I could never explain. God captured me in ways I never thought possible. And when I first got home last February, my boyfriend, Sergei, told me, "I could never do what you did. I could never move somewhere and live with a bunch of people that I don't know." But God has been really working in his heart, and Sergei has been accepted to a DTS in Nashville, TN and he'll be leaving in September also!! So, we're both spending our summer's support raising and preparing for the next adventures God has planned for us. I am so excited for all that God is going to do in Sergei's life. So, I'd like to ask YOU to be praying for Sergei as he prepares to go. That God will provide the finances and really be preparing his heart in these last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................I'm really boring, aren't I? I've never really been all that much of a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wild Horses" by Natasha Bedingfield has been my "song of inspiration" for the last couple of weeks. It's been on repeat the entire time I've been writing this blog, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see the girl I wanna be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riding bare-back, care-free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along the shore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only that someone was me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumping head-first, head-long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without a thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To act and damn the consequences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish it could be that easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But fear surrounds me like a fence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna break free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want is the wind in my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To face the fear, but not feel scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so often do that - have this picture of who I want to be in my mind but keep pushing it off. "Oh, I'll be like that someday, after I grow up and stuff." How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cautious - &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; cautious. Ever since coming home from DTS, I've really struggled with accepting myself. I've had this false pride that I'm just never good enough. Before DTS, I had loads of best friends. I had the energy of a five year old that never sleeps. I knew where all the good parties were, my phone was always ringing - I really believed that I had my life together. I thought I knew where I was going and what I was doing. But things changed after I really gave my life over to God during DTS. I knew I needed to change. I found myself really lonely for the first couple of months - and if I'm honest, I know it's really my fault. I could have made more of an effort to go be with all of my old friends - but... I don't know. I just didn't feel any need to go to another party. But mostly, I felt like none of them wanted me too. I beat myself up over the few times my old friends have told me I'm "boring" now. People change - and I don't expect any sympathy from anyone from what happened, I've just found it hard to pick myself up after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been looking up though. I've learned how to recognize when the enemy is really fighting against me to tell me I'm not good enough. And when I look back on it, I know it has really drawn me closer to God. I've had to stop relying on what people think of me to get my self worth - instead I've had to rely on how God views me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough of me today. Now, that I've gotten the first one out of the way - it'll be much easier for me to update my friends and family more often, especially when I'm in Guatemala. I'd love to hear from anyone and everyone! :) Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8564200081714011829-2721325737178847788?l=kimberlyglick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/feeds/2721325737178847788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8564200081714011829&amp;postID=2721325737178847788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/2721325737178847788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8564200081714011829/posts/default/2721325737178847788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyglick.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>Kimberly Glick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13888139916702242893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_du9-AWN7g_Q/SMyLoeGoieI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_isx32KIRY/S220/Copy+of+Guatemala+April+2008+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
