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Voy A Costa Rica

Six months ago, I asked God to grant me an opportunity to learn Spanish outside of the US. Now, here I am walking in awe at God's faithfulness, as I am living and learning in the beautiful land of Costa Rica. I am blessed to be here for two months, staying with a host family and studying in the university. A week before departure, I fought feelings of anxiety and fear towards this trip. Part of me knew how much I was to learn and the adventure in store, yet the other half of me wanted to run and hide from the unknown. I desperately craved my family, the comfort of home, the feeling of breathing deep another day with the people I love most. I feared leaving comfort. I am grateful for the friends and family members who offer prayers in support because I would not be writing these words without their love. My family provided for me to experience this adventure, and I am ever so grateful. Our God is a God who provides. I am reminded of Matthew's gospel, "Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks the door will be opened" (7:7-8).
May you seek to discover the faithfulness of God, thanking Him with a humble heart. May you walk confidently in His power daily, and may you be filled with the Spirit to step outside of comfort and into the blank page God has waiting for you.
All my love,
Gennavieve

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