Although I have read this verse many times, it really struck me today and I decided to share it:
"For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account."
Hebrews 4:12,13
Wow!
"For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account."
Hebrews 4:12,13
Wow!
I also wanted to share some information about Mt. Etna, the volcano that you might have seen in the pictures from our balcony. It sounds kinda scary...but don't worry, Mom, there has not been a major eruption in a long time!
"Mount Etna is the largest active volcano in Europe, currently standing 3,329 meters (10,922 ft) high, though this varies with summit eruptions. Mount Etna is one of the most active volcanoes in the world and is in an almost constant state of eruption. Due to its history of recent activity and nearby population, Mount Etna has been designated a Decade Volcano."
-Wikipedia
This morning, we went to work at the other building that the church owns. It is a long walk, but in a really pretty part of town. This afternoon, I had my first English/Bible lesson with Xin. She is very curious and asks a lot of really good, sometimes difficult questions. She has been coming for English lessons with Brandon for about a year, and they have built a good friendship. I am very excited, and also nervous, about taking over this role as he gets ready to leave. Please pray for Xin. She is such a sweet and beautiful person.
I ventured back into the grocery store today. This time, I only needed one thing: Face wash. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong. As I stood there longer and longer, I began to feel really hot and started sweating as I searched frantically for face wash. I don't know why I was so nervous. I guess I felt like people were watching me looking dumb as I stared at each bottle for five minutes looking for the word faccia (face) somewhere, anywhere. Finally, I couldn't stand there any longer and I grabbed a random bottle. I still don't know what it is.
Tonight we had our mid-week Bible study at the church building with most of the congregation in attendance. It was great! I understood so much more than I have been, and everyone was just so friendly! I can't get over how nice and welcoming they all are! They are very patient with my slow Italian, and are always smiling.
Ok, you know what it's time for. Courtesy of Linda Falcone, one of my personal favorites...
"Dipende"
It Depends
"I am fascinated by the Italian dependence on the word dipende. In Italy, no simple question has a simple answer. Most things must be qualified, and virtually everything depends. Italians...have learned never to commit too strongly to any one idea. It's best to keep one's options open. Italians have non-negotiable loyalty to football (soccer) teams and their mothers. Everything else depends. 'What is your favorite color?' 'It depends. For what? A room? A jacket? For eyes?'"
-Wikipedia
This morning, we went to work at the other building that the church owns. It is a long walk, but in a really pretty part of town. This afternoon, I had my first English/Bible lesson with Xin. She is very curious and asks a lot of really good, sometimes difficult questions. She has been coming for English lessons with Brandon for about a year, and they have built a good friendship. I am very excited, and also nervous, about taking over this role as he gets ready to leave. Please pray for Xin. She is such a sweet and beautiful person.
I ventured back into the grocery store today. This time, I only needed one thing: Face wash. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong. As I stood there longer and longer, I began to feel really hot and started sweating as I searched frantically for face wash. I don't know why I was so nervous. I guess I felt like people were watching me looking dumb as I stared at each bottle for five minutes looking for the word faccia (face) somewhere, anywhere. Finally, I couldn't stand there any longer and I grabbed a random bottle. I still don't know what it is.
Tonight we had our mid-week Bible study at the church building with most of the congregation in attendance. It was great! I understood so much more than I have been, and everyone was just so friendly! I can't get over how nice and welcoming they all are! They are very patient with my slow Italian, and are always smiling.
Ok, you know what it's time for. Courtesy of Linda Falcone, one of my personal favorites...
"Dipende"
It Depends
"I am fascinated by the Italian dependence on the word dipende. In Italy, no simple question has a simple answer. Most things must be qualified, and virtually everything depends. Italians...have learned never to commit too strongly to any one idea. It's best to keep one's options open. Italians have non-negotiable loyalty to football (soccer) teams and their mothers. Everything else depends. 'What is your favorite color?' 'It depends. For what? A room? A jacket? For eyes?'"
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