<?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-8005119157203465234</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:26:11.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Cultures</title><subtitle type='html'>Once you stand in the bridge of cross-culturation there is no way back, so in the Kingdom of God, once you take Jesus' hand He will never let go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4350457114331397411</id><published>2012-02-07T09:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:00:55.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leccion de invierno/ Winter lesson /lezione di inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSz2KxQl0Ro/TzDh__nXFbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SL_CG_R4aSo/s1600/nevica+a+pietracatella+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSz2KxQl0Ro/TzDh__nXFbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SL_CG_R4aSo/s320/nevica+a+pietracatella+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;Uno, dos, tres días de nieve. Aun cuatro, cinco, seis, y ya va una semana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Aun neva en el lugar donde estoy. Una nueva semana ha comenzado y continua a nevar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Todo está blocado, porque el hielo se ha tomado el control de las calles. Es difícil y peligroso manejar así, pero sin auto es imposible trasladarse de un punto a otro. Hay personas queridas mías que no veo de hace ya una semana y parece que será aun una segunda. Es extraño pensar que aunque no estamos lejanos los unos de los otros, es naturalmente imposible vernos. Hay cosas en la vida más grandes que nosotros mismos, y a veces cosas tan frágiles y pequeñas como un copo de nieve se pueden apoderar de nuestras rutinas. Hay una lección que puedo aprender de esta invasión de nieve: No puedo jamás olvidar cuan vulnerable la vida en la tierra es. Con vida no me refiero a los latidos de nuestros corazones, si no al tiempo que tenemos y a las realidades que conocemos. Sin embargo, soy bendecida de ser amiga del Rey del mundo, universo y vida. Soy aun más bendecida al estar enamorada de Su hijo, quien al mismo tiempo es mi guía. El, Jesucristo, me recuerda que debo siempre ser humilde, y vivir cada presente con un corazón agradecido, regocijándome sin cesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVYKVUPKLco/TzDh2GU2PhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/D8qD-hHoGZQ/s1600/nevica+a+pietracatella+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVYKVUPKLco/TzDh2GU2PhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/D8qD-hHoGZQ/s320/nevica+a+pietracatella+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;One, two, three days of snow. Still four, five, six, and it’s been a week. It’s still snowing in the place where I’m at. A new week has begun and it continuous to snow. Everything is blocked, because the ice has taken control of the streets. It’s hard and dangerous to drive a car. Without a car though, it’s impossible to move from one place to another. There’re people dear to me who I haven’t seen for a week, and it seems that it’ll be at least another week. It’s a weird feeling to know that although we’re not far from each other, it’s naturally impossible to see each other. There’re things in life bigger than our selves, and sometimes things as fragile and small as a snow flake can overpower our human routines. There is a lesson I can learn from this snow invasion: I can’t ever forget how vulnerable life on earth is. By life I don’t mean whether our hearts bit or not, I mean the time we have and the realities we know. However, I’m blessed to be friend with the King of the world, universe and life. I’m even more blessed to be in love with His son, who is at the same time my guidance. He, Jesus Christ, reminds me that I need to be humble always, and live each present with a thankful heart, rejoicing ceaselessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaFUy1CbMOQ/TzDh7GA9JMI/AAAAAAAAAck/j7WKb6wnZUQ/s1600/nevica+a+pietracatella+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaFUy1CbMOQ/TzDh7GA9JMI/AAAAAAAAAck/j7WKb6wnZUQ/s320/nevica+a+pietracatella+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Uno, due, tre giorni di neve. Ancora cuatro, cinque, sei, gia una settimana. Ancora nevica nel posto dove mi trovo. Una nuova settimana inizia e con lei continua a nevicare. Tutto si ha bloccato, perche il giaccio ha preso il controllo delle strade. E’dificile e pericoloso trasladarsi in macchina. Senza macchina e’ impossibile trasladarsi in questo posto. Ci sono delle care persone miei che non vedo gia’ d’una settimana e sembra che ci sara’ una seconda. E’stranno pensare che anche se non siamo lontani tra noi, e’ naturalmente impossibile vederci. Ci sono delle cose nella vita piu’ grande di noi, ed allo stesso tempo cose cosi fragile e piccole come un fiocco di neve possono apotentarsi dei nostri impegni di ogni giorno. Cé’una lezione di imparare da questa invasione di neve: No posso mai dimenticare quanto vulnerabile e’ la vita nella terra. Con vita non intendo i batite dei nostri cuori, ma al tempo che abbiamo ed alle realta’ che ne conosciamo. Sono benedetta pero’di essere amica del Re del mondo, universo, e vita. Sono benedetta ancora di piu’ all essere innamorata del Suo figlio, chi e’anche il chi mi guida. Lui, Cristo Gesu’, mi riccorda che devo sempre essere umile, e vivere ogni presente con un cuore che ringrazia, e che abita nella giogia sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8005119157203465234-4350457114331397411?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/4350457114331397411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=4350457114331397411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4350457114331397411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4350457114331397411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2012/02/leccion-de-invierno-winter-lesson.html' title='Leccion de invierno/ Winter lesson /lezione di inverno'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSz2KxQl0Ro/TzDh__nXFbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SL_CG_R4aSo/s72-c/nevica+a+pietracatella+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-127207778773208961</id><published>2011-12-21T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:10:28.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes-No / Si-No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This year I spent my first birthday in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Someone dear to me suggested it would surely be an amazing experience. It was indeed, it was my first birthday on the country that for me represents my mission field. Years ago I critiqued a missionary friend who after being only 5 months on the field, bought a plane ticket to go home for a weekend to spend his birthday. I thought shouldn’t he/she celebrate it on the mission field and that be the most joyous thing? Here in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; we had a Christmas party at church on the evening of my birthday. During the day I had chores and ministry related things to do. At the end of the day I thought wow, it was the first birthday I spent fully serving others. What I once thought of, now I had to live it. I’m thankful for it, I’m thankful I was not a moment alone on my birthday. It makes me think that the things we think and the opinions we have are important just like our yes and our no, and then I think of the words find in James 5:12 “…Let your “Yes” be yes, and your “No,” no…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Este año pase mi primer cumpleaños en Italia. Alguien querido/a para mi sugirió seguramente seria maravilloso. Y así lo fue, fue mi primer cumpleaños en el país que para mi representa mi campo misionero. Años atrás critique a un amigo/a misionero/a que después de 5 meses en el campo misionero se compro un pasaje en avión para en un fin de semana ir a su casa a celebrar su cumpleaños. Pensé, no debería el/ella celebrarlo en el campo misionero y eso ser los mas hermoso? Aquí en Italia tuvimos una fiesta de navidad en la iglesia en la tarde de mi cumpleaños. Durante el día tuve responsabilidades y actividades relacionadas con el ministerio. Al final del día pensé wow, fue el primer cumpleaños que paso sirviendo todo el día a otros, lo que una vez pensé, ahora lo tuve que vivir. Estoy agradecida, agradecida que no estuve ni un momento sola en mi cumpleaños. Me hace pensar que las cosas que pensamos y las opiniones que nos formamos son importantes tal como nuestro si y nuestro no, y luego pienso a las palabras del libro de Santiago 5:12 “…Que tu “Si” sea si, y tu “No,” no…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Questo anno passai il mio primo compleanno in Italia. Qualcuno caro/a per me mi suggerii sicuramente sarebbe molto speciale. E cosi e’ stato, fu il mio primo compleanno nel paese che per me rapresanta il mio campo missionario. Qualche anni fa criticai un amico missionario che doppo 5 messi nel campo missionario si comprai un biglieto aereo per andare a casa a celebrare il suo compleanno. Pensai, non dovreva lui/lei cellebrarlo nel campo missionario e quello essere lo piu bello? Qui in Italia abbiamo avuto una festa di Natale nella sera del mio compleanno. Nel giorno ebbi attivita’ e responsabilita’relative al ministero . Alla fine del girono pensai wow, fu il mio primo compleanno che passai servendo tutto il giorno con gli altri, quello che una volta pensai, ora ho dovuto di vivirlo. Sono grata, grata che non sono stata nessun momento da sola nel mio compleanno. Mi fa pensare che le cose che pensamo y le opinione che abbiamo sono importante tale come i nostri si e i nostri no, poi ne penso alle parole del libro di giaccomo 5:12 “...Che tu “Si” sia si, ed il tuo “No,” no...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/8005119157203465234-127207778773208961?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/127207778773208961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=127207778773208961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/127207778773208961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/127207778773208961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-no-si-no.html' title='Yes-No / Si-No'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5870073732376406757</id><published>2011-12-05T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:30:28.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration/ Inspiracion/ Ispirazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Once upon a time I dreamed of living in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Just like in a fairy tale the Lord made it come true. I’ve been living in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for three months and will continue until only God knows when. Before moving here, to from here contribute to the expansion of God’s kingdom, I visited two times. The first time for three months and the second for 12 days. Two nights ago after my office hours, while waking the streets made of stone, of this community I live in, I thought of my condition. My condition is that I’m a visitor here. After so much experience of learning about other cultures and learning how to adapt to them, I don’t feel ready to make an observation about the culture I find myself at. I love Italian culture, but the place I live in is also a subculture. It’s a very small community where everybody knows everybody. 30 min. away there’s a bigger city, and the differences are obvious. None is better than the other, just different. I’m still an outsider who has to respect the new place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Érase una vez soñé de vivir en Italia, como en un cuento de hadas el Señor lo hizo realidad. Llevo ya tres meses en Italia y continuare hasta solo Dios sabe cuando. Antes de trasladarme aquí, para desde aquí contribuir a la expansión del reino de Dios, visite dos veces. La primera vez por tres meses y la segunda por 12 días. Dos noches atrás después de mis horas de trabajo en la oficina, mientras caminaba por las calles hechas de piedra de esta comunidad donde vivo, pensé sobre mi condición. Mi condición es que soy una visita aquí. Después de tanta experiencia de aprender sobre otras culturas y de cómo adaptarme a ellas, no me siento pronta para hacer una observación sobre la cultura en la que me encuentro. Me gusta mucho la cultura italiana, pero el lugar donde vivo es también una subcultura. Es una comunidad muy pequeña donde todos se conocen. A 30 min se halla una ciudad más grande, y las diferencias son obvias. Ninguna es mejor que la otra, solo diferente. Soy aun un extraño que debe respetar el nuevo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;C’era una volta songnai di abitare in Italia. Come suna storia di fabe il Signore l’ha fato diventare realta’. Sto abitando in italia da tre messi gia e continuero’ fino solo Dio sa quando. Prima mi sono trasferita qua per da qui contribuire alla espansione del regno di Dio visitai due volte. La prima volta per tre messi e la seconda per 12 giorni. Due notte fa doppo le ore di lavoro in ufficio, mentre caminavo per le strade di pietra della piccola comunita’ dove abito pensai sulla mia condizione. La mia condizione e’ che sono una visita qui. Dopo tante esperenze di imparare su altre culture e come adatarmi a loro, non mi sento pronta per fare una osservassione sulla cultura italiana, il posto dove abito e’anche una subcultura. E’ una comunita’molto piccola dove tutti si conoscono. A 30 min cé’ una citta’ piu’ grande, ma quanto sono diverse e’obvio. Nessuna e’ meglio che l’altra, solo diverse. Sono una stranna che deve respetare il nuovo posto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;I’m writing sitting at my kitchen table. On top there’s a base with eight yellow rose&lt;/span&gt;s I bought today at the city 30 min. away. They inspire me to write. It’s like the “obsession of the moment”…yellow roses. Never before I gave them a thought… I used to like yellow tulips though. A year ago it was a coffee latte what would inspire me to write. To sit in a comfortable couch with my laptop on my legs and my coffee latte was the perfect combination. The year before it was to listen to music. Specific songs that were all different, but that would help to feel and think in the way I wanted to write. And before that, when I started writing my book, the main inspirational object was found on always having a window in front of me with trees to look at. There were two favorite spots I had in college to do that, one the big glass window at the library, and my dorm bedroom’s window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Escribo sentada en la mesa de mi cocina, sobre la cual hay un florero con rosas amarillas que compre hoy en la ciudad que esta a 30 min. Ellas me inspiran a escribir. Es como una “obsesión del momento”…rosas amarillas. Nunca antes le di un pensamiento….aunque me solían gustar los tulipanes amarillos. Un año atrás era café con leche lo que me inspiraba a escribir, sentarme en un sillón cómodo con mi computador en las piernas y mi café con leche era la combinación perfecta. El año anterior era escuchar música, canciones especificas, todas diferentes, pero que me ayudaban a sentir y pensar en la manera que deseaba escribir. Y antes de eso, cuando comencé a escribir mi libro, el principal objeto de inspiración consistía en tener un gran ventanal en frente mío con árboles a que mirar. En la universidad tenia dos lugares favoritos para hacer eso; uno el gran ventanal de la biblioteca, y la ventana de mi pieza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Scrivo seduta al tavolo della mia cucina, sopra cui ci sono dei rose gialle che ho comprato oggi nella citta’ a 30 min. Loro mi ispirano a scrivere, e’ come una “ossessione del momento”... rose gialle. Mai prima gli diedi un pensiero...mi hanno piaciuto i tulipane gialle pero’. Un anno fa era il caffe lungo con latte quello che mi ispiraba, sedermi su un comodo divano con il mio computer sulle gambe e il mio caffe lungo con latte era la combinazione perfetta. Il anno prima a quello era ascoltare musica, canzione especifiche ma tutte diverse tra loro, che mi aiutavano a sentire e pensare nella maniera che volevo scrivere. E prima quello, quando cominciai a scrivere il mio libro, il oggeto principale di ispirazione era avere una grande finestra di fronte a me, che mi permettessi vedere alberi. In universita’ aveva due posti preferiti; uno era la grande finestra che si trovava nella bibbioteca, e l’altro la finestra della mia stanza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;In life we search inspiration to be and to do. To me all these inspirational &lt;/span&gt;objects are canalizers of concentration. I’ve discovered to be inspired we just need to focus. The question is where we focus. For me, only God is my source of inspiration. But with the busy everyday life I’m living I need help to focus. Here come my inspirational objects, but they would be empty if God wouldn’t be the maximum goal. God inspires me to write, He’s the beauty my eyes need to see, my ears need to hear and my hands need to touch, in order to write. Without God there wouldn’t be coherence in my life, or even worse: life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;En la vida buscamos inspiración para ser y para hacer. Para mi todos estos objetos de inspiración con catalizadores de concentración. He descubierto que para ser inspiraos solo debemos concentrarnos. Para mí, solo Dios es mi fuente de inspiración. Pero con los días tan ocupados necesito ayuda para inspirarme. Aquí entran mis objetos de inspiración, pero serian objetos vacíos si Dios no fuera el gol máximo. Dios me inspira a escribir, El es la hermosura que mis ojos necesitan ver, que mis oídos necesitan oír y que mis manos necesitan tocar, para escribir. Sin Dios no habría coherencia en mi vida, aun peor: vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Nell avita cerchiamo ispirazione per essere e per fare. Per me tutte i oggetti di ispirazione sono canalizatore di concentrazione. Ho scoperto che per essere ispirati solo dobbiamo concentrarci. Per me, solo Dio e’ la mia fonte di ispirazione. Ma con ogni giorno cosi impegnato ne ho bisogno di aiuta per ispirarmi. Qui c’entrano i miei oggetti di ispirazione, cui sarebbeno oggietti vuote se Dios non fossi il gol massimo. Dio mi ispira a scrivere, Lui e’ la belleza che i miei occhi ne hanno bisogno, che le miei orechie ne hanno bisogno e che le mie mani ne hanno bisogno di tocare, per escrivere. Senza Dio non ci sarebbe coerenzia nella mia vita, ancora peggio: vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/8005119157203465234-5870073732376406757?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5870073732376406757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5870073732376406757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5870073732376406757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5870073732376406757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2011/12/inspiration-inspiracion-ispirazione.html' title='Inspiration/ Inspiracion/ Ispirazione'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-3007159135591437868</id><published>2011-03-30T02:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T03:03:05.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nuestra energia/ our energy / la nostra energia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Algunas personas dicen la vida es demasiado corta para privarse de lo que nos gusta…como beber café por ejemplo. Otras dicen la vida es demasiado frágil para no aprovechar los buenos momentos. Yo digo vida tenemos una sola en esta tierra así que pongamos nuestra energía para vivirla a buen uso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some people say life is too short to deprive yourself from the things you like… drinking coffee for example. Others say life is too fragile to don’t take advantage of the good times. I say life we have only one on this earth so let’s put our energy to live it to well use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Qualche persone dicono che la vita e’ corta per privarsi delle cose che ci piaciono...come bere cafe per essempio. Altre dicono che la vita e’ troppo fragile per non aprofitarsi dei momenti buoni. Io dico che vita qui in questa terra e’una sola, allora doviamo metere la nostra energia per vivirla a un uso buono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Unas pocas semanas atrás estaba en el gimnasio. Corría en la trotadora, corría más allá del tiempo que había planeado. Estaba cansada pero no tan cansada, así que seguí avanzando. Quise ver cuan lejos podía llegar sin sentirme muy mal. Por algunos minutos los músculos en mis piernas comenzaron a doler, pero como enfocaba mi concentración en mi respiración sentí como si mis fuerzas fueran las mismas que cuando había comenzado. Puse mi atención en mi centro (cavidad toráxica), como el lugar de donde provenía la fuerza, no en mis piernas. Repentinamente comencé a sentirme con más energía, aunque las piernas estuvieran cansadas. Corria entonces gracias a mi capacidad fisica de resistencia. Ese dia después de correr, tenia planeado sentarme en frente de mi computador para escribir, lamentablemente estaba demasiado cansada para pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago I was working out at the gym. I was running on the tread mill, I was running passed the time I had planned on. I was tired but not too tired, so I kept pushing on. I wanted to see how far could I go without feeling too bad. For a few minutes the muscles on my legs started to hurt, but as I focused on controlling my breathing I felt as if my strength was still the same as when I started. I put my attention on my core, as the place from where the strength was coming from, not the legs. Suddenly I started to feel more energized, even though the legs were tired. I was then running on my phisical resistance capacity. That day after I run, I had planned to sit in front of my computer to write. Too bad I was then too tired to think about anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Qualche settimane fa ero in palestra, sulla macchina da correre, correba piu di quello che avevo pianificato. Ero stanca ma non troppo stanca, dunque ho deciso a continuare. Voleva verificare quanto piu potevo andare senza sentirmi male. Per qualche minuti i muscoli delle mie gambe hanno cominsciato a farmi male. Ho messo la mia concentrazione sul mio centro (torace), come il luogo dove trovavo la mia forza, no le mie gambe. Di colpo mi ho sentito con piu energia che prima, sebbene le gambe erano stanche. Correvo nella mia capacita' fisica di resistenza. Quel giorno doppo ho fato la corsa, pianificavo sedermi di fronte al mio computer per scrivere, ma ero troppo stanca e non riusciva a pensare, non mi facceba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nuestros cuerpos tienen ciertas hormonas llamadas endorfinas. Cuando experimentamos placer, así como al comer chocolate por ejemplo, o cuando ejercitamos, estas hormonas son liberadas, produciendo una sensación de bienestar, incluso analgésica para combatir el dolor. Por lo tanto, si una persona ejercita con moderación, y continuamente, obtendrá esta sensación de bienestar: obteniendo energía de su rutina de ejercicio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our bodies have certain hormones called endorphins. Whenever we experience pleasure, as when eating chocolate, or when we exercise, these hormones are released, producing a feeling of wellness and even analgesic to pain. Therefore if a person exercises with moderation, in a regular basis, will obtain an overall feeling of physical wellness: getting energy out of their exercise routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I nostri corpi hanno certe homone chimate endorfine. Quando sia che esperienziamo soddisfazione, come quando mangiamo ciocolato, o quando faccemo esercizio, queste hormone sono rilasciate, producendo una sensazione di benessere ed anche analgesica al dolore. Comunque se una persona esecita con moderazione, regolarement, ottenera’ una sensazione di benessere: acquisando energia dalla sua rutina di esercisio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pero en ese día de correr extremo, termine sintiendo que había desperdiciado mi energía, ya que la había puesta toda en correr aun mas, sin ningún fin especifico. Comencé a pensar en varias cosas que podría haber hecho ese día, si tan solo no hubiera malgastado mi energía. En aquel día incluso sentí vergüenza por tener tanta resistencia y disciplina para correr, mas estaba siendo así de resistente y fuerte en todas las otras, y mas importantes, áreas de mi vida? Es importante preguntarnos a nosotros mismos donde estamos invirtiendo nuestra energía, porque donde ponemos nuestra energía es donde están nuestras prioridades. Tal como donde esta nuestro tesoro, ahí esta nuestro corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But on that day of extreme running, I finished feeling I had wasted my energy, for I had put it all into more running that took nowhere. I started to think on several great things I could had done that day, only if I wouldn’t had wasted my energy. On that day I even felt shame for I had so much endurance and discipline to run, but was I being as resistant and strong in all the other, and more important, areas of my life? it’s important to ask ourselves where are we putting our energy, because where we put our energy is where our priorities are. Just like where our treasure is, is where our heart is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;In quell giorno di&amp;nbsp;correre estremamente pero’, avevo finito son una sensazione di aver sprecato la mia energia, perche la avevo messa tutta in corre piu arrivando a nessuna parte. Ho cominsciato a pensare in tante cose buone e belle che potreva aver fato quel giorno di non aver sprecato la mia energia. In quel giorno ho anche sentito vergogna per avere tanta resistenza e disciplina per correre, ma avevo la stessa disciplina e forza in tutte le altre aree, e piu importanti, della mia vita? E’ importante domandar ci stessi dove stiamo sporgendo la nostra energia, perche dove sporgiamo la nostra energia e’ dove ci sono le nostre priorita’. Come dove i nostri tesori sono, anche li e’ il nostro cuore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Es extremamente importante tener un set de prioridades. Si tales prioridades son de las buenas, nos ayudaran a mantener un equilibrio en la vida. Si no tenemos un equilibrio, entonces caemos en extremos, y eso hace que cosas positivas se vuelquen en negativas. Por ejemplo… endorfinas… químicamente son muy similares a la morfina, por lo tanto pueden generar adicción, lo cual puede conllevar a estrés y privación de libertad. Por eso se dice que al practicar un deporte la idea es uno que no produzca presión en uno, para que pueda producir placer. Idea central de esta entrada de blog: ¿donde estas invirtiendo tu energía? Y si estamos invirtiendo esa energía en un buen uso, entonces ¿donde estamos colocando nuestra atención? Para mi hay un solo lugar, en orden para correr la carrera, ese es Jesucristo. Nada de lo que he realizado en esta tierra hubiera sido posible si no hubiera sido gracias a Jesús en frente mío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It’s extremely important to have a set of priorities. If such priorities are good ones, they will help us keep a balance in life. If we don’t have a balance, then we fall into extremes, and that makes positives things turn into negative ones. For example… endorphins… chemically they’re very similar to morphine, therefore they can generate addiction, which can lead to stress and lack of freedom. That’s why it is said that when practicing a sport the ideal would be one that doesn’t produce pressure on us, so that it can produce pleasure. Bottom line of this blog entry: where are you putting your energy? And if we are putting that energy to good use, then where are we putting our attention on? For me there’s only one place, in order to be able to run the race, that’s Jesus Christ. None of the things I’ve accomplished on this earth would’ve been possible if it wouldn’t be thanks to Jesus in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E’ stremamente importante avere un set di priorita’. Se quelle preiorita’ sono buoni, loro ci aiutarano’ a mantenere un equilibrio nella vita. Se non abbiamo un equilibrio, allora cadiamo in estremi, cui fa cose positive diventare in cose negative. Per essempio... endorfine... chimicamente sono molto simile alla morfina, comunque possono generare adizione, cui puo portare a lo stress e mancanza di liberta’. Per quello e’ detto che quando si praticca uno sport, e’ meglio scegliere uno che non ti fa pressione, cosi se puo godere. Punto principale di questa blog entry: dove stai sporgendo la tua energia? E se la stiamo sporgendo bene, allora dove stiamo sporgendo la nostra atenzione? Per me c’e’ solo un posto, in ordine per correre la corsa, quello e’ Gesu Cristo. Nessuna delle cose che ho fatto fino ora starebbeno possibile di non essere grazie a Gesu di fronte a me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-3007159135591437868?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/3007159135591437868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=3007159135591437868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/3007159135591437868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/3007159135591437868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2011/03/nuestra-energia-our-energy-la-nostra.html' title='nuestra energia/ our energy / la nostra energia'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2417033710095751610</id><published>2011-03-11T21:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:00:32.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracia / Grace / Grazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gracia. En medio de tentación y cultura popular distractiva Dios me ha mostrado a través de mi debilidad el poder de su gracia. El ha abierto mis ojos a entender que si yo, de alguna forma, he podido caminar y afirmarme de sus caminos, no es mi merito. Creo que ha sido la gracia de Dios que me ha librado de mucho mal y tentaciones, simplemente porque El así lo ha elegido. No seria quien soy de no haber sido por la gracia de Dios. Por lo tanto no tengo nada de que gloriarme. Oro que su gracia siga sobre mi, y le doy gracias con conviccion porque se que asi sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Grace. In the midst of temptation and distractive pop culture, God has shown me through my weakness the power of His grace. He has opened my eyes to understand that if I, somehow, been able to walk and hang on to His ways, is not my merit. I believe it is God’s grace that has free me from many evil and temptations simply because He has chose to. I wouldn’t be who I am if it wouldn’t been because of God’s grace, therefore I have nothing to boast about. I pray His grace will continue over me, and I give Him thanks with conviction because I know it will be so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grazie. In mezzo di tante tentazione e distrazzione della cultura popolare Dio mi ha fatto vedere, nella mia debolta’, il potere della sua grazia. Lui ha aperto i occhi miei per capire che se io, di qualche maniera, ho riuscito a caminare dentro la sua strada, non e’ merito mio. Credo che sia stata la grazia di Dio che mi ha librato di tanto male e di tante tentazione, solo perche Lui ha scelto fare cosi. Io non sarebbe chi sono oggi di non stare fatto da Lui. Comunque no ho niente di cui vantarmi. Prego che la sua grazia continue sopra me, e Lo ringrazio con convinzione di cuore perche so che sara' cosi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoy me encuentro frente a un desafío. Espero por un documento y me digo a mi misma que necesito tener fe. Temo que si mi fe mengua entonces no estaré haciendo mi parte. Entonces pienso sobre la gracia. Si el documento llega o no llega no será por lo que yo hice o no hice, porque a la gracia no se le puede dar una mano. Será un regalo de Dios. Después de todo eso es lo que mi fe siempre ha sido, un regalo. No encuentro paz en ese pensamiento si. Aunque Dio no me pide una acción especifica, El me enseña lecciones en la vida, con el propósito de construir respuestas automáticas en mi, que se traducen como acciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today I found myself facing a challenge. As I wait for an important document I tell myself I need to have faith. I fear that if my faith grows smaller then I won’t be doing my part. Then I think about grace. Whether or not the document arrives won’t be because of what I did or didn’t, because I can’t help grace. It will be God’s gift. After all that’s what my faith has always been, a gift. I don’t find peace on that thought though. Although God doesn’t request me with a specific action, He teaches me lessons in life, with the purpose to build automatic responses in me, which will translate as actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oggi mi trovo di fronte a una sfida. Aspeto un documento importante e dicco a mi stessa che devo avere fede. Mi fa paura che la mia fede se debilite, significando non starebbe faccendo la parte mia. Doppo penso alla Grazia. Se il documento arriva o no, non starebbe grazie a quello che ho fatto o che non ho fatto, perche alla grazia non si puo dar una mano. Starebbe un dono di Dio. Doppo tutto, quello e’ lo che sempre e’stata la mia fede, un dono. Non trovo pace in quel pensiero pero’. Benche’ il Signore non mi chiede di una azzione specifica, Lui mi insegna lezzione nella vita’, con il proposito di costruire risposte automatiche in me, cui si tradurreno come azzioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoy en el gimnasio alguien me dijo: “tu como misionera, que piensas sobre el terremoto en Japón?” Independiente de cual fue mi respuesta, no pensemos sin orar que de alguna forma esas personas que aun viven encuentren consuelo en Jesús. Porque la fuerza física de la naturaleza es mas grande que la de los seres humanos para enfrentarla y controlarla. Mas, la fuerza espiritual de los seguidores de Jesús es poderosa para interceder que esos corazones encuentren consolación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today at the gym someone said to me: “you as a missionary, what do you think about the earthquake in Japan?” Independent of what my answer was, let’s don’t think without praying that somehow those people who are alive will find consolation in Jesus. For the physical strength of nature is bigger than mankind’s to fight it back and to control it. However, the Spiritual strength of Jesus’ followers is powerful to intercede that those hearts will find consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oggi in palestra qualcuno mi ha detto: “ma tu come missionaria, cosa ne pensi sopra il terremoto in Japone?” Independente di che e’ stata la mia risposta, non ci pensiemo senza pregare che di qualcuna maniera quelli che sono vivi troverano’ consolazione in Gesu’. Perche la forza fisica della natura e piu forte’ che la nostra essere humani, per battagliarla ed controllarla. Ma la forza spiritualle di quelli che segueno a Gesu’ e potente per intercedere che quelli cuore trovarano’ consolazione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2417033710095751610?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2417033710095751610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2417033710095751610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2417033710095751610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2417033710095751610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2011/03/gracia-grace-grazia.html' title='Gracia / Grace / Grazia'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5136893558048762608</id><published>2010-12-31T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:17:40.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras de Nouwen / Words from Nouwen / Parole da Nouwen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para cerrar este ano, el cual he experimentado como una extensión del 2009, por lo tanto estoy cerrando un largo ciclo, estoy lista para avanzar a uno Nuevo, opto por compartir sabias palabras de alguien que considero un hombre sabio. Dio ha utilizado las palabras de Henri Nouwen para animarme, y espero sean así también para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La gran paradoja del ministerio, por lo tanto, es que ministramos, por sobre todo, con nuestra debilidad, debilidad que nos invita a recibir de aquellos a los que vamos. Lo mas en contacto que nos encontramos con nuestra propia necesidad de sanación y salvación, lo mas abierto que estamos a recibir lo que otros tienen para ofrecernos. La verdadera habilidad del ministerio es ayudar a hombre y mujeres que tienen miedo y que a veces están oprimidos a darse cuenta de sus propios dones, a través de recibirlos en gratitud.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, P. 19, Henri Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To close this year, which I’ve experienced as an extension of 2009, therefore I am closing a long cycle, ready to finally move to a new one, I opt to share insightful words from some one I consider an insightful man. God has many times used Henri Nouwen’s words as encouragement to me, and I hope they are so to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“The great paradox of ministry, therefore, is that we minister above all with our weakness, weakness that invites us to receive from those to whom we go. The more in touch we are with our own need for healing and salvation, the more open we are to receive in gratitude what others have to offer us. The true skill of ministry is to help fearful and often oppressed men and women become aware of their own gifts, by receiving them in gratitude.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, P. 19, Henri Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Per chiudere questo anno, il che ho esperimentato come una estenssione del 2009, comunque un ciclo lungo, sono pronta per avanzare a un nuovo ciclo, scelgo condividire con te parole di qualcuno che considero un uomo saggio. Dio ha usato tante volte le parole di Henri Nouwen come ingoragiamento per me, spero sia lo stesso per te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Il grande paradosso del ministerio, allora, e che sopratutto facciamo ministerio con la nostra debolezza, debolezza che ci invita a ricibere di quelli a chi andiamo. Il piu vicino che ci stiamo al nostro propio bisogno di sanita’ e salvazione, il piu meglio che siamo per ricibere degli altri lo che hanno per ofrirci. La vera abilita’ del ministerio e’di aiutare a uomini e done che hanno paura e’ spesso stano oppressi a rendersi conto dei loro doni, tramite ricibere loro in gratitudine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, P. 19, Henri Nouwen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5136893558048762608?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5136893558048762608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5136893558048762608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5136893558048762608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5136893558048762608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/12/palabras-de-nouwen-words-from-nouwen.html' title='Palabras de Nouwen / Words from Nouwen / Parole da Nouwen'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5259930746764331000</id><published>2010-12-19T03:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T03:16:24.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amor verdadero / true love / amore vero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta semana escuche una buena línea en una película “el amor es fuerte, la vida es frágil”. Es cierto, el amor todo lo puede, la via en cambio es frágil y puede romperse fácilmente. Por eso es que necesitamos amor para sobrevivir la vida. Pero amor verdadero, no emociones que a veces son percibidas como amor, porque las emociones no se mantienen en pie por si solas, ellas dependen de otros factores o son frutos de otros factores. El amor verdadero es ese que se mantiene de pie en medio de la tierna dulzura en la vida, y también en medio del odio en la vida. El verdadero amor puede vencer todo, es como los fundamentos de una casa hechos de roca, no de arena. En mi vida he encontrado el amor verdadero en Dios. Por supuesto Su amor ES perfecto. Hay dos otros “lugares” donde he encontrado amor verdadero, aunque imperfecto, porque solo Dios es perfecto. Estos otros dos “lugares” son familia y amigos. Por lo tanto, Dios, familia, y amigos son un verdadero tesoro. El más grande de los tres, el más importante y el más deseado de los tres siempre siendo DIOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This week I heard a good line on a movie “love is strong, life is fragil”. It’s true, love can everything, life instead is fragil and can easily be broken. That’s why we need love to survive life. But true love. Not emotions which sometimes are perceived as love, for emotions don’t stand by themselves alone, they depend on other factors or are fruits of other factors. True love is the one that stands in the midst of tender sweetness in life, and also in the midst of hate and anger in life. True love can overcome all, it’s like the foundation of a house made of rock, not of sand. I my life I’ve found true love in God. Of course His love IS perfect. There are two other “places” where I’ve found true love, although imperfect, for only God is perfect. These other two “places” are family and friends. Therefore, God, family, and friends are a true treasure. The biggest of the three, the most important and most desired always being GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Questa settimana ho sentito una buona linea su un film “il amore e’ forte, la vita e’ fragile”. E’vero, il amore tutto lo puo, la vita in cambio e’fragile e facilement puo essere rota. Per quello e’che abbiamo bisogno di amore per sopravivere la vita. Non emozione che qualche volta sono capitate come amore, perche le emozione non si valgono da sole, loro dipendono di altre fatori o sono fruti di altri fatori. Il amore vero e’quello che rimane firme in mezzo della dolceza nella vita, anche del odio nella vita. Il amore vero puo fare frente a tutto, e’come i fondamenti di una casa che sono di rocca, non di sabbia. Nella mia vita ho trovato quel amore vero in Dio. Certamente il Suo amore E’ perfetto. Ci sono due altre “luogui” dove ho trovato amore vero, sebbene imperfetti, perche solo Dio e’ perfetto. Questi due altri “luogui” sono la famiglia e amici. Comunque, Dio, familia, e amici sono veri tesori. Il piu grande dei tre, il piu importante e il piu desiderato sempre essendo DIO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5259930746764331000?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5259930746764331000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5259930746764331000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5259930746764331000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5259930746764331000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor-verdadero-true-love-amore-vero.html' title='amor verdadero / true love / amore vero'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5958376712696055952</id><published>2010-11-20T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:30:32.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mundo grande / big world / mondo grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;El mundo es tan grande que hay tanto sobre que escribir. Sin embargo, las cosas sobre las cuales yo quiero escribir son cosas que la mayoría de las personas no quiere escuchar. Me gusta escribir sobre la realidad, sobre nuestras sociedades, sobre nuestra cultura occidental. Tengo tanto para escribir sobre esto, pero se muy bien que la mayoría de las personas no quieren escuchar lo que tengo que decir. Con “mayoría de personas” no hago diferencia entre religión o nacionalidad. Esta “mayoría de personas” puede ser encontrada en cualquier tipo de grupo. No Obstante, me gusta lo que veo del mundo y como lo veo. Aun lo escribiré, y luego si la “mayoría de personas” lo encuentra falso pueden decirlo. Mas el problema es que la “mayoría de personas” estaría de acuerdo conmigo en que es verdad, pero se rehúsan a tomar el tiempo para analizar sus vidas. Ellos simplemente no quieren ir “ahí”. ¿Por que? Porque es mas fácil y a la corta mas beneficial para ellos mimos no ver. Aun escribiré si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The world is so big and there is so much to write about. However, the things I want to write about, most people don’t want to hear them. I like to write about reality, about our societies, about our western culture. I have so much to write about it, but I know very well that most people don’t want to hear what I have to say. By “most people” I don’t differentiate between religion or nationality. These “most people” can be found in most groups of every kind. But I like what I see of the world and how I see it. I will still write it, then, if “most people” find it false they can say. But the issue is that “most people” would agree with me in that it’s true, but they refuse to take the time to analyze their lives. They simply don’t wanna go there. Why? Because it’s easier and in the short term more beneficial for themselves to don’t. I will still write though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Il mondo e’ troppo grande e c’e’ tanto di scrivere. Le cose sopra che io vloglio scrivere pero’, la maggioranza di persone non voglia ascoltargli. Mi piace scrivire sopra la realta’, sopra le nostre societa’, sopra la nostra cultura occidentale. Ho tanto per scrivere sopra questo, ma so molto bene che la maggioranza di persone non vogliano acsoltare quello ho di dire. Con “maggioranza di persone” non faccio differenza tra religione o nazionalita’. Questa “maggioranza di persone” puo essere trovata in diveri tipi di grupi. Ma mi piace quello che vedo del mondo e come lo vedo. Anchora scrivero’, doppo se la “maggioranza di persone” lo trovano falso possono dirlo. Il problema pero’ e’ che la maggioranza di persone starebbe in accordo con me in che e’ vero’, ma si rifiutano a farsi un tempo per analizare la loro vita’. Semplicemente loro non vogliano andare “li’”. Per che? Perche e’ piu facile e nel tempo corto piu benefico per loro stesso non vedere. Io anchora scrivero’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5958376712696055952?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5958376712696055952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5958376712696055952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5958376712696055952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5958376712696055952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/11/mundo-grande-big-world-mondo-grande.html' title='mundo grande / big world / mondo grande'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-1314803529619806715</id><published>2010-10-27T23:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:44:31.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>las cosas culturales que hacemos / the cultural things we do / le cose culturale che facciamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;En las últimas semanas he tenido, recurrentemente, el pensamiento de escribir en el blog. Pero el pensamiento de escribir las mismas ideas en tres lenguas me abruma. He llegado a pensar en escoger una y escribir solo en ella, puedes apostar a cual, y hacer el blog monolingüe. Pero no puedo, no puedo negar mis otros idiomas, no puedo ceder a la idea, y el resultado a eso es: no escribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;In the past few weeks I’ve had the thought, several times, of blogging. But just the thought of writing the same ideas I three languages is overwhelming. I have come close to the idea of picking one, you bet which one, and having the blog monolingual. Bu then I can’t. I can’t deny my other languages, I can’t give into that idea, so the result: I don’t write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nelle settimane scorse ho avuto tante volte il pensiero di scrivere nel blog. Questo solo pensiero si scribvere, in tre lungue pero’, mi opprime. Ho quasi pensato alla idea di scegliere una lingua, tu indovina qual, e fare il blog monolingue. Ma non posso, non posso negare gli altri lingue, non posso accetare quel pensiero, allora il risultato: non scrivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De tal modo con tantos aspectos de nuestras vidas cuando tratamos de hacer tanto al mismo tiempo. A veces nos abrumamos con tantos objetivos que es difícil completarlos. Al menos las mujeres, así es como pensamos sobre nuestro presente, nuestro día a día. Estoy segura que también es así para los hombres, pero talvez ellos piensan así cuando contemplan su futuro, es ahí cuando se abruman. Porque si piensas al respecto, somos nosotros, los que escogemos abrumarnos por el estilo de vida que llevamos. Lo se, en ocasiones es nuestro trabajo, y nuestra sociedad, en otras palabras, nuestra cultura. Mas ya que no podemos vivir fuera de ella, tenemos que entregarnos a ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Just like that with many aspects of out lives when trying to multitask. Sometimes we overwhelm ourselves with so many objectives that is hard to get them done. At least women, that’s how we think about our present, our every day. I’m sure, what so ever, so it is for men, but maybe they think that way when contemplating their future, that’s when they overwhelm themselves. Because if you think about it, it is us, who choose to overwhelm ourselves by the lifestyle we have. I know, sometimes is our work, and our society, in other words, our culture. But since we can’t live outside of it, we have to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nell stesso modo con tante altre aspetti Della Nostra vita quando probiamo di fare tante cose al stesso tempo. Qualche volte ci si sopraffaciamo con tante oggetivi ma non riuscimo a ne fargli. Al meno e’ cosi con le done, cosi pensiamo sopra il nostro presente, il nostri ogni giorni. Sono sicura che e’ anche cosi per gli uomin. Va be’ forse loro pensano cosi quando loro contemplano il loro futuro, e’ li quando si opprimino. Perche si considerai, siamo noi quegli chi scegliono apprimirci con il nostro stile di vita che abbiamo. Lo so, tante volte e’ il nostor lavoro, e la nostra societa’, in altre parole, la nostra cultura. Non possiamo vivere fuoir di lei pero, allora abbiamo il bosogno di darci a lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Entregarnos a nuestra cultura es aun nuestra elección. Simplemente no nos damos cuenta de esa elección ya que nacimos en ella. Hemos crecido en nuestras maneras culturales de hacer cosas que ni siquiera nos damos cuenta de ellas. Sobre eso estaré escribiendo en mi segundo libro. Las cosas culturales que hacemos, sin siquiera dar atención al tamaño del significado que les damos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Giving into our culture is still our choice. We simply don’t realize of that choice for we have been born into it. We have grown up into our cultural ways of doing things that we don’t even realize of them. That’s what I will be writing about for my second book. The cultural things we do, without even paying attention to the size of meaning we are giving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Darci alla nostra cultura e’ anchora la nostra scelta. Semplicemente non ci rendiamo conto di quella scelta perche siamo stati nasciti in lei. Siamo stati crescuti in le nostre maniere culturale di fare le cose che appena ci rendiamo conto di loro. Sopra questo staro’ scrivendo per il mio secondo libro. Le cose culturale che facciamo, senza rederci conto della taglia del significato che diamo a loro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-1314803529619806715?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/1314803529619806715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=1314803529619806715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1314803529619806715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1314803529619806715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/10/las-cosas-culturales-que-hacemos.html' title='las cosas culturales que hacemos / the cultural things we do / le cose culturale che facciamo'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5357376443484485701</id><published>2010-10-14T05:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:43:42.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;33 mineros, fueron descubiertos aun con vida en la semana 33 del año, la suma de los dígitos de la fecha en que fueron rescatados suma 33. 10+13+10. La media dice oh…superstición, ahora 33 es un nuevo número de la suerte. Yo digo No!,.. que hermoso, 33 fue la edad de Jesús cuando fue crucificado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy orgullosa de como el gobierno de mi país Chile manejo la situación y organizo todos los aspectos del rescate. Lo que me impresiona mas es como la mayoría de los mineros salieron dando gracias a Dios. Eso debería ser un gran ejemplo para el mundo, porque a pesar de haber estado en una situación difícil aun así escogieron reconocer a Dios con ellos durante todo el proceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miembros de la familia han hablado con la prensa diciendo “todos juntos decimos gracias Dios, no importa cual religión se es” lo que quieren decir es entre Cristianos católicos y Cristianos protestantes porque en Chile esas son las únicas dos religiones reconocidas y referidas como “Cristianas”. Porque ambas creen en Jesucristo como el hijo de Dios, lo reconocen como Señor y Salvador, y creen en su muerte y resurrección. Mas allá de esos esenciales existen otras creencias que son grandes diferencias entre las dos religiones, pero lo que ya nombre son los esenciales por los cuales ambas son referidas como Cristianas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;33 miners, it was discovered they were still alive on the 33rd week of the year, the add of the digits of the date they’re being rescued adds 33. 10+13+10.  the media says oh… superstitious, now 33 is a lucky number. I say no!...how beautiful, 33 was Jesus’ age when he was crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very proud how the government of my country Chile has handled and organized every aspect of the rescue. What impresses me the most is how most of the miners have come out giving thanks to God. That should be a huge example to the world, for they were in a hard situation and still chose to recognize God with them through out the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When family members have spoken to the media saying “we all together say thanks to God, it doesn’t matter what religion” what they mean is between catholic Christians and protestant Christians for in Chile those are the only two religions that are known and referred to as “Christians”. For them both believe in Jesus Christ as the son of God, they recognize Him as Lord and Savior, and believe in His death and resurrection. After those essentials come other beliefs in which both religions find big differences, but what I named above are the essentials why they are both referred to as Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;33 meneri, sono stati descoperti con vita nella settimana 33 del anno, la suma della data in che sono stata rescatati e’ 33. 10+13+10. La media disi oh... un nuovo numero della suerte, pero io dico NO!... che bellissimo che 33 e’ stata la eta’ quando Gesu’ e’ stato crucificato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono molto orgogliosa di come il governo del mio paese Cile ha controlato tutti i aspetti del riscate. Lo che mi ha colpito di piu e’ come la maggioria dei mineri, hanno uscito ringraziando a Dio. Quello dovrebbe stare un gran essempio per il mondo, perche i mineri hanno esperimentati una situazione dificile ed ancora hanno scelto riconoscere Dio con loro tra tutto il tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando membri della loro famiglia ha parlato con la media dicendo “noi tutti insieme diamo grazie al Dio, non importa la religione” loro significano tra Cristiani catolici e Cristiani protestanti, perche in Cile quelli sono i soli due religione reconosciute e referite como Cristiani. Perche tutte due credono in Gesu Cristo como il figlio di Dio, tutte due lo riconoscono come Signore e Salvatore, e credono nella sua morte e resurrezione. Doppo quegli punti specifiche ci sono altre credenze che sono molto diversi tra le due religione, ma quello che ho gia nombrato di la sono i punti specifiche per che tutte due sono referite come Cristiani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5357376443484485701?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5357376443484485701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5357376443484485701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5357376443484485701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5357376443484485701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/10/33.html' title='33'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2624736941799895101</id><published>2010-09-30T20:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:00:32.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>book preview and feedback webpage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1072278&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Nueva pagina web para leer extractos de mi libro y puedes responder a 5 preguntas para dar tu opinion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1072278&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;New preview webpage for my book. You can read neak peaks from chapters and there are 5 questions to can answer as feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1072278&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nuova pagina web per il mio libro. Puoi leggere qualche parte dei capitoli e ci sono 5 domande che puoi rispondere per lasciare i tuoi comentie e reazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2624736941799895101?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2624736941799895101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2624736941799895101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2624736941799895101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2624736941799895101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-preview-and-feedback-webpage.html' title='book preview and feedback webpage'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5269038690957275933</id><published>2010-09-27T21:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:29:37.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>+ bendiciones / blessings / benedizione</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Las bendiciones de Dios son maravillosas. La manera en la que continuamente me bendice através de personas es maravillosa. He estado en Lincoln visitando amigos de la universidad y de iglesias. Una de las noches que pase en los dormitorios me quede con dos amigas. Ellas tienen sus camas en un camarote. Vi una colchón  en el suelo y pensé que esa seria mi cama, pero no, era la cama para una de mis amigas, ya que ella me daría su cama a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El domingo visite una iglesia donde de vez en cuando ayudaba a cuidar niños. Fui a visitarles…no todos se acordaban de mi, pero algunos si, fue hermoso ver sus sonrisas tímidas al verme nuevamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar en auto en las autopistas del medio oeste, las que por millas y millas están rodeadas de plantaciones de maíz, en terreno plano, en el cual el sol se esconde directamente tras la tierra…es especial. Estos viajes se hacen con música y amigos que cantan y a veces hasta bailan. Una vez mas este tipo de viajes toma lugar en mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana que paso tuve la oportunidad de tener una noche de libro en LCU para el libro Porque Soy Humana. Me sentí agradecida a Dios por la oportunidad de compartir mi historia con estudiantes ahí, en la Warehouse de LCU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;God’s blessings are amazing. The way He continuously blesses me through people is amazing. I have been back in Lincoln, visiting friends from college and from churches. One of the nights I spent at the dorms I stayed with two friends. They had their beds on a bunk. I saw a mattress on the floor with an extra bed made. .I thought that would be mine…so I said thanks. For my surprise, that was for one of them, for one of them was giving up her bed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I visited a church where I used to help with kids in the nursery. I went back to visit them… not of all of them remembered me but a few did. It was so precious to see their shy smiles smiling at me when they first saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car through the highways that are surrounded by the typical Midwest landscape, miles and miles of cornfields, on plain land, finding its end when the sun hides behind them; are car rides that get done with music, friends inside singing out loud and many times dancing too. These kinds of rides have been taking place once again in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I had the opportunity to have a “book sharing” for Because I’m Human at LCU. This took place in the warehouse… I was thankful to be able to share my story with students there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Le benedizione del Signore sono meravigliose. La maniera in che Lui continuamente mi benedize tramite persone. Sono tornata a Lincoln, visitando amici dalla universita’ e da chiese. Una delle note in che mi ho ospedado nelle stanze della universita mi ho ospedado con due amiche. Loro hanno i loro letti uno in alto e uno in basso. Ho notato un altro materasso di fianco al letto, ho pensato quello starebbe il mio letto, pero’ no! La mia cara amica ha detto quello starebbe per lei ed io dormirei nell letto suo... allora lei mi ha lasciato dormire sul letto suo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La domenica ho visitato una chiesa dove di solito aiutava con i bambini. Sono andata per visitargli... non tutti i bambini si raccordavano da me, ma c’erano qualche che si. E’ stato bello vedere i loro sorriso quando mi hanno visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andare in machina tra le autrostrade del midwest e’ bello. Ci sono tanti campi di granoturco, e tutta la terra e’ piana, cosi se puo guardare il solo andare dietro la terra. Questo tempo in machina si fa con musica e amici che cantano e magari anche ballano. Questo tipo di passegiata in machina e’ stata fata di nuevo nella mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quest settimana scorsa ho avuto la opportunita’ di fare una note di libro a LCU, ho poduto condividire la mia storia con tante studente, ringrazio al signore per quello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5269038690957275933?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5269038690957275933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5269038690957275933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5269038690957275933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5269038690957275933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/09/bendiciones-blessings-benedizione.html' title='+ bendiciones / blessings / benedizione'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-9015897968635911617</id><published>2010-08-27T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:01:04.184+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todo aquel que ha seguido mi blog sabe que por algún tiempo ya he deseado volver a Italia. El tiempo para volver finalmente ha arrivado y Dios me lleva a Italia por una visita de 12 días. Asistiré a un congreso de misiones y visitare a mis amigos. La aventura a Italia comienza el martes en la mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everybody who has been following my blog knows I’ve been longing to go back to Italy for a while now. That time has final come. God is taking me to Italy for a visit of 12 days. I will assist to a missions congress and visit my friends. The journey begins on Tuesday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tutti che ha seguito il mio blog sa che da un tempo gia ho il desiderio di tornare in Italia. Finalemente il tempo di tornare e’ arrivato e Dio mi sta portando in Italia per una visita di 12 giorni. Andro’ al congresso missione 2010 e visitare’ i miei amici. La aventure per Italia cominscia Martedi mattina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estoy escribiendo en el blog de nuevo, mi mente esta libre y puede. Donde estoy ahora? Digamos que en un oasis que encontré después de una larga caminata en el desierto. No se trata de estar feliz, que lo estoy, si no de estar relajado. Una gran lección que aprendí durante mi tiempo en el desierto fue el tener paciencia y perseverancia. También los efectos que el stress puede tener en mi cuerpo. Pero ya no estoy en el desierto, estoy en un oasis, así que escribo. Recuerdo el año pasado en Italia, un profesor erudito de una universidad en Carolina del Norte fue a realizar una serie de conferencias de las cuales una fue sobre stress. El hablo de dos tipos de stress, uno positivo, el que nos motiva a ser activos y completar tareas. Y otro negativo, el que nos puede enfermar o pasar a ser crónico. Yo no podía entender el segundo, y como una persona se permitiría llegar hasta ese punto. Sin embargo este año tuve la experiencia del stress negativo, el que creció en mi compasión hacia los que sufren stress, pero también aquellos en dolor físico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’m blogging again, my mind is free and able. Where am I right now? Let’s say I’m in an oasis that I found after a long walk in the desert. It’s not about being happy, which I am, but about being relax. A big lesson I learned on my time in the dessert was to have patience and to persevere. Also the effects stress can have in my body. But I’m not in the desert anymore, I’m in an oasis, therefore I write. I remember last year in Italy an erudite professor from a university in North Caroline went to do a series of conferences from which one was about stress. He talked about two kinds of stress, a positive stress, the one that pushes us to be active and get things done. And a negative stress, the one that can make us sick and even become chronic. I could not understand the second one, and how someone could allow him/herself to reach that point. Well, this year I had the experience of negative stress, which grew in me compassion towards those in stress, but also to those in physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nuovamente sto scrivendo sul mio blog, la mia mente e’ libera’ e puo. Dove mi trovo adesso? Possiamo dire che mi trovo in un oasis che ho trovato dopo una lunga passegiata nell deserto. Non si trata di stare felice, che lo sto, ma di stare rilassata. Una grande lessione che ho imparato in questo tempo nell deserto e’ stata di essere pacente e perseverare. Anche dei effeti dello stress sul mio corpo. Non sono piu sul deserto pero’, sono su un oasis, allora scrivo. Mi ricordo il anno scorso in Italia, c’era un proffesore erudito della universia di Carolina del Nord che e’ andato a fare una serie di conferenze. Una della quale e’ stata sul stress. Lui ha parlato di due tipi di stress, uno positivo, quel che ci da motivazione  e ci fa completare i nostri progetti, ed uno negativo, quel che si fa male e puo diventare cronico. Io non potevo capire quello secondo, come una persono si potrebbe lasciare, permitere arrivare a quel punto. Ma questo anno ho avuto la essperensa dello stress negativo, lo che ha fatto crescere in me compassione per loro che si trovano in stress e anche per loro con dolore fisico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora estoy en el otro lado del pendelum, donde el sol, una vez más, brilla fuerte en mi cara. Es tan asombroso para mí el volver a Italia, y después en mi regreso a los Estados ser parte de la boda de una de mis mejores amigas, la que en algún momento pensé jamás volvería a ver (de lo cual hablo en mi libro Porque Soy Humana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But now I’m in the other side of the pendulum, where the sun, once again, shines strong on my face. It’s so amazing to me that I’m going back to Italy, and afterwards on my return to the States get to be on one of my best friend’s weddings, which at some point I though I might never get to see again ( I wrote about in on my book Because I’m Human).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adesso mi trovo sul altro lado del pendulum pero’, dove il solo brilla fortemente sulla mia faccia. E’ sorprendente per me che tornero’ in Italia, e che dopo quando tornero’ in USA potro’ participare della boda? Di una della mia megliore amica (si sposa), una che una volta ho pensado non vedero’ mai (parlo di quello sul mio libro Perche Sono Humana).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pero la bendición de Dios sobre mi vida me asombre. Lo hace todo tan maravillosamente. Mañana estoy invitada a la boda de otra amiga, una que ha sido testigo de mi tiempo en el desierto, una que fue puesta ahí por Dios como un ángel. Ella y su futuro esposo se mudaran a Inglaterra en unas semanas después de la boda. Por algún tiempo hemos sabido que no sabemos cuando nos volveremos a ver de nuevo después de su boda (aunque secretamente nos encanta, porque lo hace todo impredecible y emocionante). Sin embargo, conversando por teléfono la otra noche, le comente que mi vuelo salía el martes en la mañana, a lo que ella añadió “el nuestro también!...para nuestra luna de miel” haciendo el cuento corto, nos dimos cuenta que vamos a estar en el mismo aeropuerto a la misma hora esperando por nuestros respectivos vuelos, así que desayunaremos los tres juntos en el aeropuerto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But God’s blessing over my life amazes me. He does everything so wonderfully. Tomorrow I’m invited to another best friend’s wedding, one that witnessed my time in the dessert, one that was like an angel put there by God. She and her soon to be husband will be moving to England in a few weeks. For a while we’ve known that after her wedding, we don’t know when we will see each other again (Although we secretly love it, for it makes it all so unpredictable and exciting). However, talking on the phone the other night, I told her I was living Tuesday morning, to what she added “us too!...for our honey moon” long story short we figure out we were gonna be at the same airport at the same time waiting for out flights, so now we will have breakfast at the airport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ma la benedizione di Dio sulla mia vita mi sorprende. Lui lo fa tutto meravigliosamente. Domani sono statainvitata a la boda di una altra megliore amica (matrimonio, si sposa) una che e’ stata con me in quel tempo di deserto, una che e’ stata come un angelo da Dio per me. Lei e il suo futuro marito andrano a vivere in Inguilterra in un paio di settimane. Da quache tempo gia sappiamo che non sappiamo quando ci vedremo’ di nuvo dopo la boda (il matrimonio) (ma la verita’ e’ che secretamente ci piace questo, perche lo fa tutto piu impredicibile e emozionante). Ma la altra notte parliabamo sul telefonino e l’ho raccontato che mi vado via martedi mattina, ecco la sua risposta “anche noi!...per la nostra....” cosi saramo’ sul aeroporto il stesso giorno al stesso tempo, allora faremo colazione insieme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-9015897968635911617?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/9015897968635911617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=9015897968635911617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/9015897968635911617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/9015897968635911617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/08/oasis.html' title='oasis'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-326082914371211186</id><published>2010-07-07T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:36:12.564+02:00</updated><title type='text'>presente o futuro? / present or future? / presente o futuro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He tratado de decirme a mi misma: el presente construye el futuro más que el futuro determina nuestro presente. Las decisiones de hoy determinan nuestro futuro. No podemos permitir que circunstancias determinen nuestras decisiones y así nuestro futuro. Eso significaría no tomar posesión de nuestra propia vida, lo que Jesús nos ha comandado (Gálatas 6:5). Por ejemplo si no mudamos a un nuevo lugar, las personas que nos rodearan ahí serán aquellas con quienes construiremos nuestras vidas. Pero entonces cuando oro, las únicas palabras que salen de mi boca son “que se haga tu voluntad” y mi decisión se reduce a ser testigo de la mano de Dios haciendo todo el trabajo. La clave para ser pro-activo con nuestras vidas no es decidir y avanzar, si no que definir en nuestros corazones que es lo que queremos y cuales son nuestros motivos, entonces presentárselos al Señor en oración. Ahí El, el que más nos ama, de acuerdo a sus planes, sabiduría, y propósitos, desarrollara las circunstancias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’ve been trying to tell myself: the present builds the future more than the future determines our present. The choices of today determine our future. We can’t let circumstances determine our choices and so our future. That will mean not taking ownership of our lives, which Jesus has commanded us to (Galatians 6:5). For example if we move somewhere, the people who would surround us would change, and would be them who we would build our lives with. But then when I pray about it the only words that come out of my mouth are “Let your will be done” and my choice is reduce to witness God’s hand doing all the work. The key to be proactive with out lives is not to choose and move forward, but to define what we want in our hearts and what are our motives. Then to present them to the Lord in prayer. Then He, the one who loves us the most, according to His plans, wisdom, and purposes, will work the circumstances out accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ho probate di dire a mi stessa: il presente fa il futuro piu che il futuro determina il presente. I decisioni di oggi determinano il nostro futuro. Non possiamo permitere alle situazione a determinare i nostri decizioni e cosi il nostro futuro. Quello significaria no avere posesione della nostra propia vita, cosa che Gesu’ ci comanda a fare (Gal 6:5). Per essempio, se ci trasladiamo a un nuovo posto o luogo, le persone acanto nostro saranno’ altre, e saranno loro con cui faremo’ la nostra vita. Quando prego pero’, le sole parole che escono della mia bocca sono “che sia fatta la volunta’ di Dio” e tutta la mia decizione si reduce a guardare la mano di Dio fare tutto il laboro. La chiave per essere pro-activo con la nostra vitta  non e’ scegliere e’ avanzare, ma definire cosa e’ che il nostro cuore vuole e quale sono i nostri motivi, allora presentare tutto quello al Signore in preguiera. Li, Lui chi ci ama tantissimo, da accordo con i suoi piani, zapienza, e propositi, fara le situazione sviluparsi in accordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-326082914371211186?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/326082914371211186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=326082914371211186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/326082914371211186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/326082914371211186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/07/presente-o-futuro-present-or-future.html' title='presente o futuro? / present or future? / presente o futuro?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-248037748784544462</id><published>2010-07-06T02:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:47:55.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Done estar / Where to be / Dove essere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;El tiempo de Dios es clave para entender nuestra situación. Hoy me preguntaron donde me gustaría estar en este momento. Aunque hay muchos lugares queridos por mi corazón, no pude responder a esa pregunta. Incluso aunque a veces la situación del momento puede que no sea mi favorita, se que no podría estar en ningún otro lugar pero donde estoy. Estar en cualquier otro lugar seria estar ahí “fuera de tiempo” del tiempo de Dios. No quiero eso, eso le hace perder la magia al lugar, porque toda la magia y belleza tienen que ver con Dios y sus planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God’s timing is a key to understand our situation. Today I was asked where would you like to be right now. Although there are many places I hold dear to my heart, I could not simply answer that question. Even thought sometimes the situation of a moment might not be my favorite, I know I can’t be anywhere else but the place where I am right now. To be anywhere else would be to be there “off time” or “out of time” of God’s timing. I don’t want that, that makes the place loose its magic to me. Because all the magic and beauty has to do with God and His plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Il tempo di Dio e’ chiave per capire la nostra situazione. Oggi sono stata domandata dove mi piacerebbe stare in questo momento, ma non ho poduto rispondere a quella domanda. Benche’ la situazione del momento puo non essere la mia favorita, so che non potrebbe stare in nessun altro luogo, perche quello sarebbe stare “fuori tempo” del tempo di Dio. Non voglio quello, quello fa perdere la maggia al luogo, perche tutta la maggia e la belleza hanno parte con Dio e i suoi piani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quiero desear algo mas, pero no se por que podría desear. Espiritualmente hablando tengo este sentimiento de que una etapa de mi vida se esta cerrando, la que comparto en el libro “Porque Soy Humana”. Aunque hay planes para los próximos meses y año, me es difícil envisionarlos. siento como si debiera vivir el presente, cada hora de cada día. Solo entonces podré entregarme completamente a lo que viene próximo. Siento la mano de Dios sobre mí, así que aunque siento stress en mi cuerpo, siento una paz interna que alcanza a mi mente. Solo debo terminar bien. Me encanto esta etapa de mi vida, ha havido mucho ir y venir. Estoy cansada. Talvez esta nueva sera mas…estable. Oro por eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;want to wish for something else, but I don’t know what else to wish for. Spiritually talking, I have this feeling that a stage of my life is closing, the one I share about in the book Because I’m Human. Even though there’re plans for the upcoming months and year, it’s so hard for me to envision them. I feel as if I have to live this present, each hour of each day. Only then I will be able to give myself to what’s coming next. I do feel God’s hand over me, so even though I feel stress in my body, I feel an inner peace that reaches to my mind. I just have to finish this stage well. I loved this stage of my life, there has been a lot of coming and going. I’m tired now. Maybe the new one will be more…”steady”, I pray for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Voglio volere qualcosa, ma non so cosa volere. Spiritualemente parlando ho il sentimento che una etapa della mi avita si sta chiudendo, quella che convivido sul libro “Perche Sono Humana”Benche’ ci sono dei piani per i prossimi messi e’ anno, mi e’ difficile di pensare a loro. Sento come si dovrebe vivire questo presente, ogni ora ed ogni giorno. Solo li potrei intregarmi a quello che viene prossimo. Sento la mano di Dio sopre me, nonostante sento stress nell mio corpo, ho una pace interna che riesci alla mia mente. Solo devo finire bene. Mi piaciuto tantissimo questa etapa della mia vita, ha avuto troppo andare e venire, adesso sono stanca. Magari la prossima etapa e’ un po piu stabile, prego per quello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hace un año lloraba por haber dejado Italia. Hoy estoy a dos meses de visitarla, solo 12 días. Quiero visitar a mis amigos, los que Dios me ha dado en ese país. Quiero dar gracias a Dios por ese viaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today a year ago, I would cry for had left Italy. Today I’m two months from visiting, only 12 days. I want to visit my friends there, those God has given me in that country. I want to thank God for that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oggi un anno fa piangevo per avere lasciato Italia. Oggi sono a due messi di visitarla, solo per 12 giorni. Voglio visitare ai miei amici li, quelli che il Signore mi ha datto in quel paese. Voglio ringraziare Dio per quel viaggio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-248037748784544462?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/248037748784544462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=248037748784544462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/248037748784544462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/248037748784544462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/07/done-estar-where-to-be-dove-essere.html' title='Done estar / Where to be / Dove essere'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-1797498974055231043</id><published>2010-05-27T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:44:02.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>esa Fidelidad / that Faithfulness / quella Fedelta'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hace siete meses atrás escribí en este blog que mi próximo paso seria la publicación del libro que continúe mi testimonio de la fidelidad y provisión de Dios durante estos 6 años de mi vida viviendo entre culturas. En ese entonces no tenia nada en mis manos para llevar a cabo aquella publicación sino fe. Ahora estoy de vuelta en USA y el libro ha sido publicado porque Dios, una vez más, lo ha hecho posible. Es esa fidelidad sin fin que continua dejándome sin aliento. Por que el Dios del universo esta tan involucrado en mi vida? Creo es porque me ama mucho. Tal como les ama a todos ustedes. Quiero contar a otros de ese amor asombroso, esa característica de Dios de estar tan involucrado en nuestras vidas. La cosa si es que nosotros necesitamos constantemente abrirnos con el, en intimidad así como en nuestras ocupadas vidas diarias. Vive la vida con, así el puede estar involucrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;About seven months ago I wrote in this blog my next step on this journey would be to publish the book that contains my testimony of God’s faithfulness and provision during the past 6 years lived in between cultures. At that time I had nothing on my hands to make that publication happen but faith. Now I’m back in the States and the book has been published because once again God made it possible. It’s that never ending faithfulness that keeps blowing my mind away. Why is the God of the universe so involved in my life? I believe because He loves me So much. Just like He loves all of you. I want to tell others about that amazing love, that characteristic of God of being so involved in our lives. The thing is though we need to open up to him constantly, in intimacy as in our busy daily lives. Live life with Him so that He can be involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Come sete mesi fa ho scrito sul mio blog che il prossimo passo sulla mia vita era di pubbicare il libro dove racconto la mia testimonianza della fedelta’ e provizione da Dio con me in queste sei anni che sono stata habitanto tra culture. I quel tempo non avevo niene pero’ fede sulle mie mani per realizare la pubbicazione. Adesso sono tornata in USA e il libro e’ stato pubbicato perche Dio, un altra volta, lo ha fatto possibile. E’ quella fedelta’ che mi lascia senza parole. Per che il Dio del Universo e’ troppo involto sulla mia vita? Credo e’ perche Lui mi ama molto. Tal quale vi ama a tutti voi. Voglio raccontare altri da quel amore grosso, quella carateristica di Dio di essere troppo involto sulle nostre vite. Ma noi doviamo costantemene aprirci a lui, nella intimita’ come negli giorni impegnati della settimana. Vive la vita’ con Lui, cosi Lui e’ involto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-1797498974055231043?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/1797498974055231043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=1797498974055231043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1797498974055231043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1797498974055231043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/05/esa-fidelidad-that-faithfulness-quella.html' title='esa Fidelidad / that Faithfulness / quella Fedelta&apos;'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4927999780419368775</id><published>2010-04-20T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:54:23.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book ready, www.createspace.com/3441878</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que día más hermoso, debía llover pero en vez el sol brillo en mi cara cuando esta mañana me asome a la puerta principal para ver si había llegado la segunda copia del libro. Y si! Llego, esta aprobado y disponible a la venta. Esta en idioma ingles puede ser adquirido en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.createspace.com/3441878"&gt;www.createspace.com/3441878&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What a beautiful day, it was supposed to rain but instead the sun shined on my face when I popped my head on the main door to see if the second copy of the book had arrived. And Yes! It arrived and is already approved and available for sale. It’s in English and can be ordered at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.createspace.com/3441878"&gt;www.createspace.com/3441878&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Che giorno piu bello! Dovrebe avere la pioggia ma ce’ stato il sole brillando sulla mia faccia quando mi sono avicinata a la porta principale per controlare se la seconda copia del libro aveva arrivato. E Si! Arrivo, e adesso e’ presta per la sua venta. E’ in inglese, puoi prenderla in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.createspace.com/3441878"&gt;www.createspace.com/3441878&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-4927999780419368775?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/4927999780419368775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=4927999780419368775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4927999780419368775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4927999780419368775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-ready-wwwcreatespacecom3441878.html' title='Book ready, www.createspace.com/3441878'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-8421510885188832422</id><published>2010-04-20T05:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T06:01:30.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>publicando... / publishing... / pubbicazione...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Los últimos dos meses he estado trabajando en publicar el libro que hace 3 años comencé a escribir con el objetivo de compartir mi testimonio, confesando la fidelidad que Dios me mostró en los 6 años que vive entre Chile y USA como estudiante internacional en una universidad Cristiana en USA.&lt;br /&gt;Hace una semana recibí mi primera copia, la cual necesitaba algunos arreglos en su formato. Los arreglos están hechos y ahora espero con ansias recibir la segunda. Veremos como va y si el libro estará listo para su venta a fines de esta semana o no.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy feliz y agradecida a Dios por confiarme este proyecto y hacerlo posible en cada uno de sus detalles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Over the past two months I’ve been working on publishing the book 3 years ago I began to write. Its objective is to share my testimony, declaring of God’s faithfulness over the 6 years I lived between Chile and the USA as an international student at a Christian School in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;A week ago I received my first copy, which needed a few changes in its formatting. The changes have been made. Now I anxiously wait for the second copy. We’ll see how it goes and whether or not the book will be available for sale by the ends of this week or not.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and thankful to God for trusting me this project and make it possible in each of its details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tra gli ultimi due messi sono stata laborando per la pubbicazione del libro che 3 annia fa ho cominsciato a scribere. In questo libro condivido della mia testimonianza e della fedelta’ di Dio in gli 6 anni che sono stata vivendo tra Chile e USA come una studantessa internazionale in USA.&lt;br /&gt;Una settimana fa ho recivuto la mia prima copia, ma questa aveva bisogno di qualche cambi sul suo formato. I cambiamenti sono stati fatti e adesso aspeto con ansia il arrivo della seconda copia. Vediamo come va, se staro’ pronto per essere venduto al fine di questa settimana o no.&lt;br /&gt;Sono felice e grata a Dio per fidarmi questo progetto e farlo possibile in ogniuno dei suoi dettagli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-8421510885188832422?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/8421510885188832422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=8421510885188832422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8421510885188832422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8421510885188832422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/04/publicando-publishing-pubbicazione.html' title='publicando... / publishing... / pubbicazione...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-257078870961712339</id><published>2010-04-06T20:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:36:55.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nuevamente es primavera. El sol brilla y hay flores por todas partes. No he escrito en el blog porque todo mi pensamiento ha estado en editar el libro. Muy pronto estará listo! Será publicado en Ingles, espero mas adelante pueda ser publicado en Español e Italiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Once again is spring. The sun shines and there’re flowers every where. I haven’t blog much because all my thought has been on editing the book.  Very soon it will be ready! It will be published in English, I hope later down the road it could also be published in Spanish and Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nuovamente e primavera. Il sole brilla e ci sono delle fiori da per tutto. Non ho scrito sul blog perche tutto il mio pensiero sta sul editare il libro. Presto sara’ pronto! Sara’ pubbicato in Inglese, spero un guiorno potra’ stare pubbicato in Spagnolo e Italiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-257078870961712339?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/257078870961712339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=257078870961712339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/257078870961712339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/257078870961712339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5855124317141668756</id><published>2010-03-11T05:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:42:24.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Dios! / Wonderful God! / Grande Dio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuantas veces no he cantado “Te alabare en la tormenta” de Castin Crowns. Por cuanto tiempo no he sentido estar viviendo en aquella tormenta espiritual, que estoy segura muchos de ustedes también conocen. Dios es Dios. Y así como terminó mi tiempo de espera, así también siento como divide la tormenta en dos, como dos cortinas que se abren, y de un momento a otro me ilumina con el sol, son rayos tan fuertes que hacen cerrar mis ojos. Claro, mi humanidad siempre esta presente, ya sea en la tormenta, o en los días de sol. Pero lo más maravilloso es comenzar a ver con hechos concretarse lo que por fe creí en mis días de espera en Chile. Ver a Dios tan rápido moverse y moverme a mí. No habría llegado hasta aquí si no hubiera esperado por la guía de Jesús. ¡Gracias Jesús por enseñarme que Eres Tu el que guía!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How many times I’ve sang “ I will praise you in the storm” from Castin Crowns. How long have I not felt I’ve been living in that spiritual storm! And I am sure many of you also know it very well. God is God. And just how he ended my time of waiting, so I feel how he divides the storm into two. Into two curtains that open up. Suddenly, from one moment to another the sun shines on my face. The rays are so bright that make my eyes close. Of course, my humanity is always present, whether in the storm, or in the sunny days. The most wonderful is to begin to see happening with facts what by faith I believed on my waiting days in Chile. To see God move so fast, and move me. I would have not made it here if I would have not waited for Jesus’ leading. Thank you Jesus for teaching me Is You the one who leads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quante volte non ho cantato “Ti lodero nella tormenta” di Castin Crowns. Per quanto tempo non ho sentito di stare vivendo in quella tormenta spirituale. E sono sicura che ci sono tante di voi che anche la conoscono. Dio e’ Dio. Cosi come e’ finito il mio tempo di aspetare, anche cosi sento che questa tormenta si divisa in due, come due cortine che si apreno, e di un secondo al altro il sole brilla sulla mia faccia. Ma e’ troppo forte che fa chiudere i miei ochi. Certamente, la mia humanita’ sta sempre presente, sia nella tormenta o nelle giorni di sole. Lo piu meraviglioso pero’ e’ cominsciare a vedere sucedere con fatti quello que per fede ho creduto nelle miei giorni di aspetare in Cile. Vedere a Dio moversi troppo veloce, e movermi a me. Non avrevo mai poduto arrivare qui se non avrevo aspetato a Gesu’ condurrere. Grazie Gesu’ per insegnarmi che Sei Tu chi condurre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5855124317141668756?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5855124317141668756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5855124317141668756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5855124317141668756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5855124317141668756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/03/grande-dios-wonderful-god-grande-dio.html' title='Grande Dios! / Wonderful God! / Grande Dio!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2079359643994238226</id><published>2010-03-06T03:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:23:14.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar 4/Mar 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;En Situaciones extremas, llenas de tensión, el verdadero interior de las personas aflora. Por ejemplo cuando suceden desastre natural algunos permanecen buenos y esperan por las autoridades a distribuir los alimentos que necesitan. Otros, se aprovechan y saquean todo lo que puedan y les genere ganancia. Otras personas, en lugares opuestos del mundo pueden que estén bien, pero poseen otro tipo de ceguera. Me pregunto ¿cuanto necesita el ser humano ser agitado para entender las riquezas del amor de Dios? Y aun así, siempre, Dios nos ama tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In extreme situations, with tension, the truth about how people are in the inside comes out. For example when natural disasters come, some stay good and wait for authorities to distribute the food they need. Others take advantage and loot for everything that they can make a profit from. At the same time other people, in an opposite side of the world might be fine, but have other types of blindness. I wonder how shaken does the human being needs to get to understand the richness of the love of God? And yet, at all times, God loves us so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In situazione streme, piene di tenzione, la verita’ del interiore del essere humano si vede. Per essempio quando passano il desastre naturale qualcune persone rimangano buone ed aspettano alle autorita’ a distribuire gli alimenti di cui hanno bisogno. Altre, si approfittano per robbinare tutto quello di che posono per fare profitto personale. Altre persone, in luogui opposti del mondo possono stare bene, pero’ hanno un altro tipo di cecita’. Mi domando di quanto scrollo ha bisogno il essere humano per capire le riqueze del amore di Dio? e anchora, sempre, Lui ci ama tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hay una diferencia si, cuando la persona ama a Dios. Porque significa que esa persona tiene fe, y através de esa fe puede disfrutar del poder de la mano de Dios. Favor, bendiciones, sabiduría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There’s a difference however when the person loves God. Because it means that person has faith, and through it can enjoy of the power of God’s hand. Favor, blessings, wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C’e’ una diferenza quando la persona ama a Dio. Perche significa che quella persona ha fede, e tramite quella fede puo godere dell potere della mano di Dios. Favore, benedizione, zapiensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anoche sali de Chile. Esta mañana cuando entre a USA tuve tantas reminiscencias de la primera vez que visite USA. Me sentí como en aquella primera vez. Dios me esta haciendo ver cuan grandiosa ha estado su mano sobre mi en esta aventura de fe. Vine a publicar el libro que escribí donde cuento esa historia, para que otros puedan también creer que si quieren y tienen fe pueden también disfrutar de el poder de la mano de Dios, porque ese es el Padre y Dios que El es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last night I left Chile. This morning when I entered the US I had so much reminiscences of the first time I visited the US. I feel like that first time. God is making me see how amazingly His hand has been over me on this adventure of faith. I came to publish the book I wrote where I tell that story. So that others can also believe that if they want and have faith they also can enjoy of the power of God’s hand, because that’s the Father and God He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ieri sera sono andata via da Cile. Quata mattina quando ho intrato in America ho avuto tanti ricordi della mia prima volta che ho visitato America. Mi sento come quella prima volta. Dio mi sta faccendo vedere quan grande la sua mano e’ stata sopra di me in questa aventura di fede. Sono venuta per pubblicare il libro que ho scrito dove racconto quella storia. Cosi altre possono anche credere che se loro vogliano e hanno fede possono anche godere dell poter della mano di Dio. Perche quello e’ il Padre e Dio Lui e’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;El Señor también me ha dado una familia maravillosa. Aunque estamos acostumbrados a esta distancia esta vez les extrañaré más. Talvez porque Dios esta haciendo humilde mi corazón para reconocer todo lo que El me ha dado y mis padres y mi hermano están en la cima de esa lista. Llegue con paz y seguridad, esas que repelen cualquier miedo porque estoy cierta que todo lo que viene no podría ser posible si no fuera orquestado por Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Lord has also given me a wonderful family. Although we are used to this distance I will miss them more this time. Maybe because God is making my heart humble to recognize all He has given me, and my parents and my brother are on top of the list. I’ve arrived with peace and security, those ones that repeal any fear because I am certain all that is coming could not be possible if it would not be orchestrated by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Il Signore mi anche datto una famiglia meravigliosa. Ci siamo habituati e questa distanza, ma questa volta mi mancarano di piu. Magari perche Dio sta faccendo humile il mio cuore per reconoscere tutto quello che Lui mi ha datto, e i miei genitori e il mio fratello sono in la cima di quella lista. Sono arrivata con pace e sicurezza, quelle che repalano qualche miedi perche sono certa che tutto quello che si viene no potrebbe esse possibile di non essere organizato (orchestato) per Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2079359643994238226?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2079359643994238226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2079359643994238226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2079359643994238226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2079359643994238226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/03/mar-4mar-5.html' title='Mar 4/Mar 5'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2566639506402381355</id><published>2010-03-02T02:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:58:24.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami en Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Golpeo algunas de las ciudades costales de Chile pero también islas como Juan Fernández y Robinson Crusoe. Estas personas lo perdieron absolutamente todo. Aunque sus casas no eran nada lujosas siempre han sido caracterizados por su hospitalidad, y ahora han perdido sus hogares. Lo que más me duele es escuchar sus testimonios en las noticias, puedo notar por su forma de hablar que son buenas personas, profundamente buenas, buenas de corazón. Una mujer dijo: “Si no creyera en Dios no tendría fuerzas para continuar” Alabado sea el Señor por esos que tienen una fe fuerte, que crezcan aun mas, y que ayuden a esos a su alrededor a tener esperanza y una actitud de animo. Con este escenario pueden tener una idea de cómo orar por ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit some coastal town from the mainland of Chile but also a few islands like Juan Fernandez and Robison Crusoe. People lost absolutely everything. Even though they did not have fancy houses they’re characterized by their hospitality. Now they have lost their homes. What hurts me the most is to listen to their testimonies on the news, I can tell from the way they talk they are good people, good indeed, good from the heart. One woman said: “If I wouldn’t believe in God I would not have strength to keep on” Praise the Lord for those whose faith is strong, that they will grow, and that they will help those arouned them with a hopeful and encouraging attitude. With this scenario you can have an idea how to pray for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ha colpito qualche cittadine della costa di Cile, ma anche le isole di Juan Fernandez e Robison Crusoe. Queste persone hanno perso assolutamente tutto. Nonostante le case di loro non erano le piu belle loro sempre si hanno marcato per la loro hospitalita’. Adesso hanno perso le loro case. Lo che mi colpe di piu e’ ascoltare la loro testimonianza nel telegiornale, e’ evidente che loro sono buone persone, veramente buone, buone del cuore. Una donna ha detto: “Se non e’ perche credo in Dio, non potrebe avere forze per continuare” lode al Signore per quelli che hanno una fede forte, che loro crescano, e che aiuteno a le persone  che sono con loro, per avere una attitude di speranza e incoraggiamento. Con questo scenario puoi avere una idea di come pregare per loro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2566639506402381355?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2566639506402381355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2566639506402381355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2566639506402381355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2566639506402381355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/03/tsunami-en-chile.html' title='Tsunami en Chile'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-6167570103019113436</id><published>2010-03-01T03:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:22:14.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terremoto en Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aprox. A las 3:30 am todo se estremeció en Chile. Teníamos un terremoto. El tercero que completo una serie que se esperaba. El primero fue en 1960, el segundo en 1985, y este en el 2010. El primer pensamiento que paso por mi cabeza fue…oh de verdad esta pasando, una vez que todos ( mis papas y mi hermano) nos ubicamos en lugares seguros sentí una felicidad por estar en casa, con mis seres queridos en ese momento. Luego cuando no se detenía comencé a orar y a pedirle a Dios que lo detuviera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apox. At 3:30 am everything shook in Chile. We were having an earthquake. The third one that completed a serie that was being expected. The first one was on 1960, the second one on 1985, which I spent in my dad’s arms, and this one on 2010. The first thought that went through my head was…oh it’s really happening, once we all (my parents and brother) positioned in safe places I felt happy that I was home, with my love ones in that very moment. Then when it wouldn’t stop I started to pray and ask God to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aprox. Le 3:30 am tutto in Cile si ha sbattuto. Avemmo un terremoto. Il terzo che ha completato una seria che si aspettaba. Il primo e’ stato nel 1960, il second in 1985, e questo in 2010. Il primo pensiero che ho avuto e’ stato...oh succede da vero, una volta che tutti (i miri genitori e il mio fratello) ci abbiamo locati in luogui securi, ho sentito una felicita’ per stare a casa, con i miei in quello momento preciso. Doppo quando non si fermava ho cominciato a pregare a Dio di fermarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Una vez que se detuvo nos comunicamos con otros de nuestra familia, estaba muy agradecida que todos estábamos bien, y nuestras casas. Estaba muy feliz de estar en Chile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once it stopped we communicated with others from our family.  I was SO thankful that we all were Ok, and so our houses. I was SO happy I was in Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando si ha fermato ci abbiamo communicato con altre della nostra famiglia. Era molto grata perche tutti stavamo bene, e le nostre case. Era molto felice di stare in Cile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego, la próxima mañana cuando volvió la luz y los medios reportaron lo que sucedía en el país me di cuenta de la magnitud de lo que sucedía. Santiago fue afectado, pero no tanto como ciudades en el sur. Hoy hay sobre 700 muertos, muchas personas lo han perdido todo y aun no pueden comunicarse con todos los miembros de su familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then, next morning when the light came back and the media reported what was going on in the country I started to realize the magnitude of it all. Santiago was affected, but not as much as southern towns. Today there’re over 700 deaths, many people have lost everything and still cannot communicate with all of their family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Allora, la prossima mattina quando la eletricitta aveva tornado e i medi di communicazione hanno reportato quello che sucedeva nel paese mi ho reso conto della misura di tutto. Santiago e’ stato affettato, pero’ non come le citadine sul sud. Oggi ci sono piu di 700 persone morti, tante persone hanno perduto tutto e anchora non posono communicarsi con tutti i suoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;También hay problemas de abastecimiento, principalmente en regiones. No es que no hayan alimentos, si no que la distribución de ellos aun no se ha realizado. En el sur los supermercados están cerrados. Las personas están comenzando a saquear. Debido a eso se ha ordenado toque de queda después de las 21:00 allá. En Santiago los supermercados abrieron hoy, pero solo permiten entrar de a grupos pequeños. Aun no hay toque de queda aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There’re also issues of supplies, mainly in regions. It’s not that there isn’t food, it’s that it needs to be distributed and that has not been taken care of yet. In the south grocery stores are closed. People is starting to loot. Because of that, a curfew to stay home after 9 pm has been ordered there. In Santiago Grocery stores opened today, but they’re only allowing small groups of people to enter one at a time. There’s still not curfew here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ci sono anche I problemi di provvisto alimentario, principalmente in Regione. Non e’ che non c’e’ alimenti, e’ che anchora non sono estati distribuiti. Nell Sud i supermercati sono chiusi. Le persone cominciano a bottinare. Per quello si ha ordinato rimanere a casa (coprifuoco?) doppo le 9 pm li. In Santiago i supermercati hanno aperto oggi, ma solo permitono entrare a gruppi picolli. Adesso non c’e’ coprifuoco qui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Es triste ver así a mi país. Pareciera que Santiago ya se esta organizando, pero todos nosotros los santiaguinos debemos cooperar. Me preocupo por el sur. Pero al mismo tiempo doy gracias que mis queridos amigos del sur viven aun mas al sur de donde fue el epicentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It’s sad to see my country upside down. It seems that Santiago is already getting organized, but all of us Santiaguinos will have to cooperate. I worry for the south. But at the same time I thank that my dear friends who are from the south live further south from where the epicenter was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E’ triste vedere il mio paese cosi. Sembra che Santiago si sta organizando, pero’ tutti noi i santiaguini dobiamo cooperare. Mi preocupo per il Sud. Ma al stesso tempo sono grata perche i miei cari amici del Sud habittano piu sud di dove e’ stato il epicentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supuestamente viajo fuera este Jueves. El aeropuerto recién ha abierto y vuelos han entrado al país. Dicen que el miércoles ya deberían haber vuelos al exterior, así que debería estar bien, pero veremos. Estoy feliz de estar en Chile para el teremoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am supposed to leave the country this Thursday. The airport is just re-opening and flights are landing. They say by Wednesday flights should be departing so I should be Ok, but we’ll see. I am glad I was in Chile for the earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suppostamente devo prendere un aereo per andare fuori di Cile questo Giovedi. Il aeroporto ha appena reaperto e i aeri stano arrivando in Cile. Loro dicono che miercoledi dovrebano avere aeri volando fuori, cosi dovrei stare Ok, ma vedriamo. Sono contenta di avere stato’ in Cile per il terremoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-6167570103019113436?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/6167570103019113436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=6167570103019113436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/6167570103019113436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/6167570103019113436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/02/terremoto-en-chile.html' title='Terremoto en Chile'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-1338204878978532866</id><published>2010-02-17T02:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:33:48.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El poder de la fe / The power of faith / Il poter della fede</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por fe supe que saldría de Chile no más allá de Marzo, a algo que Dios tendria preparado. Sin embargo fue difícil “creerlo” logísticamente, para mí y para los que me rodeaban. Pero tuve fe. No se que esta planeando Dios para mi exactamente, pero ciertamente esta proveyendo pasos para dar, quiero serle fiel en ellos. Unos pocos días atrás supe por hecho que saldría de Chile no mas allá de Marzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;By faith I knew I would be leaving Chile not later than March, to something God would have prepared. However it was hard to logistically “believe” it, and so it was for those around me. But I had faith. I don’t know what exactly God is planning for me, but He is certainly providing steps to take, I want to be faithful in those. A few days ago I knew I was living Chile not later than March for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Traverso fede ho Saputo che mi andrei via da Cile non piu tardi che Marzo, a qualcosa Dio avrebe avuto preparato. Pero’ e’ stato dificile “crederlo” logisticamente, per me e per quelli vicino a me. Ho avuto fede pero’. Non so che sta pianificando Dio essatamente per me, ma Lui certamente sta prevedendo dei passi, io voglio assere fidele in quelli. Un paio di giorni fa ho saputo per fatto che mi andro’ di Cile non piu tardi che Marzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No quiero que te enfoques en el por que me voy o que hare (eso sera parte de otra entrada) pero en el hecho de como la fe trabaja, y que trabaja, porque es fe en Jesus y en nuestro Abba Padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I don’t want you to focus on why I am leaving or what I will be doing (that will be another post) But on the fact how faith works, and that it works, because is faith in Jesus and our Abba Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Non voglio che metti a fuocco il per che mi andro via o cosa faro’ (quello stara’ una altra posta) ma concentrati sull fatto in come la fede labora, e che labora, perche e’ fede in Gesu’ e in nostro Abba Padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salmo&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Psalm&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Salmi&lt;/span&gt; 62: 5-8&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alma mía, en Dios solamente reposa, porque de él es mi esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;     6 El solamente es mi roca y mi salvación. es mi refugio, no resbalaré.&lt;br /&gt;     7 En Dios está mi salvación y mi gloria; en Dios está mi roca fuerte, y mi refugio.&lt;br /&gt;     8 Esperad en él en todo tiempo, oh pueblos; derramad delante de él vuestro corazón; Dios es nuestro refugio. Selah   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5 Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.&lt;br /&gt; 6 He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.&lt;br /&gt; 7 My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.&lt;br /&gt; 8 Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.        Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5Anima mia, riposati in DIO solo, perché la mia speranza viene da lui.&lt;br /&gt; 6Lui solo è la mia rocca e la mia salvezza; egli è il mio alto rifugio; io non sarò mai smosso.&lt;br /&gt; 7In DIO è la mia salvezza e la mia gloria; la mia forte rocca e il mio rifugio sono in DIO.&lt;br /&gt; 8Confida in lui continuamente, o popolo, effondi il tuo cuore davanti a lui: DIO è il nostro rifugio. (Sela) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-1338204878978532866?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/1338204878978532866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=1338204878978532866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1338204878978532866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1338204878978532866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-poder-de-la-fe-power-of-faith-il.html' title='El poder de la fe / The power of faith / Il poter della fede'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7763962345011571476</id><published>2010-02-07T18:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:03:25.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>espera / wait / aspetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435554059934546354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S273nmPUubI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TO-B_nUHaIs/s400/febrero+2010+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Claudia que has hecho estos últimos meses?&lt;br /&gt;Cla: He estado esperando en Dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi animo? Salmo 46:10 “Estad quietos y conoced que yo soy Dios; seré exaltado entre las naciones; enaltecido seré en la tierra.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A: Claudia what have you been up to these past months?&lt;br /&gt;Cla: I’ve been waiting on God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My encouragement? Psalm 46:10 “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A: Claudia cosa hai fatto questi mesi scorsi?&lt;br /&gt;Cla: Sono stata aspetanto in Dio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mio incoraggiamento? Salmi 46:10 “Fermatevi e riconoscete che io sono Dio; io saro’ esaltato fra le nazioni, saro’ esaltato sulla terra.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Este fin de semana mi familia y yo fuimos bendecidos por la visita de José Salinas, un primo de mi mama que muchos años atrás salio de Chile a Paraguay para servir como misionero. Luego Dios los bendijo en gran manera, invitándolo a trabajar con el presidente (ahora hay un nuevo gobierno si). Vino con su hermoso hijo Josue, y su hermana Sonita, a quien tampoco veía de hace mucho tiempo. Me animo cuando me dijo: “Cuando Salí de Chile a misiones tuve que renunciar a todo y entregarlo a Dios” Tuvo mucho sentido para mi. Durante este tiempo en Chile e tenido que renunciar a mis nostalgias por Chile. Extrañar a mis padres y hermano no es un problema, ya que se que Dios les cuida y nuestro amor ha aprendido a superar distancias cuando viví en USA. La última de mis nostalgias era con el país. En este tiempo de espera me de dado cuenta que no soy indispensable para Chile y Chile no lo es para mi. Por años me pregunte si no debería dar a Chile en vez de a otros países. Ahora esa preocupación ya no existe y el cordón se ha cortado. También tuve que renunciar a mi vida “entre culturas” ya que durante este tiempo de espera hubo incertidumbre total respecto a lo que sucedería próximo. No fue hasta que lo rendí todo a Dios que las puertas a esas “otras culturas” comenzaron a abrirse nuevamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This weekend my family and I were blessed by the visit of Jose Salinas. He’s my mom cousin who many years ago moved from Chile to Paraguay as a missionary. Then God blessed him in such a way and invited him to work with the president (now it’s a new government though). He came with his gorgeous son Josue, and his sister Sonita, who I also had not seen in a long time. He encouraged me when he told me: “When I left Chile for missions I had to let go of everything and surrender it to God” it made so much sense to me. During this time in Chile I’ve been letting go of the last of my nostalgias for Chile. To miss my parents and brother is not an issue. For I know God takes care of them and our love has learned how to go overcome distance while I lived in the USA. My last of my nostalgies was to the country itself. In this time of waiting I’ve realized I’m not indispensable for Chile, and Chile is not for me. For years I’ve always wondered if I should give to Chile instead of other countries. Now that worry has been taken care of and the cord has been cut. I also had to let go of my life “between cultures” for during this time of waiting there was total uncertainty concerning what will happen next. It was not until I gave it all up to God that the doors to “those other cultures” started to open again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Questo fine setimana la mia famiglia ed io siamo stati benedetti per la visita da Jose Salinas. Lui e’ il cugino di mia mama, chi tanti anni fa si e’ andado via da Cile a Paraguay come Misionario. Dopo il Signore lo ha benedito grandemente, faccendolo laborare con il presidente di Paraguay (adesso c’e’ un altro governo pero’). Lui e’ venuto con il suo bellisimo figlio Josue e la sua sorela Sonita, con chi anche io non era da tanto fa. Lui mi ha incoraggiato molto cuando mi ha detto: “Quando sono andato via da Cile ho dovuto arrendere tutto a Dio”. Quello ha fatto tanto senso per me. In questi tempo in Cile ho dovuto arrendere la ultima della mia nostalgia per Cile. Mancare i miei genitori e il mio fratello non e’ problema perche so che Dio ha cura di loro ed il nostro amore ha imparato a sopraffare distance quando sono visuta in USA. La ultima della mia nostalgia era con il paese stesso. In questo tempo di aspettare ho capito che non sono indispensabile per Cile e Cile non lo e’ per me. Per tanti anni mi ho domandato se magari doveva dar a Cile quello che voglio dar a altri paesi. Ma adesso quella domanda e’ finita e il cordono si ha tagliato. E’ stato fino che ho ceduto tutto a Dio che le porte a “glie altri culture” si hanno cominsciato a aprire nuovamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No quiero forzar nada ni empujarme através de nada. Porque ganaría nada si Dios no es exaltado. La idea es esperar y escoger confiar en El. Ahí esperar, PARA QUE EL LO HAGA A SU MANERA Y EL SEA EXALTADO. La meta no es el fruto, si no el proceso. Sin el proceso divino NO HABRA JASMAS fruto DIVINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I don’t want to force anything and push my way through. Because I would win nothing if God is not exalted. The idea is to wait and choose to trust in Him. Then, wait, SO THAT HE WILL DO HIS WAY AND WILL BE EXALTED. The goal is not the fruit, but the process. Without the devine process there WILL NEVER be DIVINE fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Non voglio forzare niente, nemmeno spingermi Avanti. Perche non vincere niente se Dio non e’ esaltato. La idea e aspettare e scegliere fidarsi da Lui. Dopo, aspettare, COSI LUI FARA LA SUA MANIERA E SARA’ ESALTATO. La meta non e’ il fruto, ma il processo. Senza il processo divino NON AVRA MAI fruto DIVINO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435554079144522946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S273otzVtMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8o9fdIOnFVQ/s400/febrero+2010+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                   Jose &amp;amp; Josue    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435554073838702738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S273oaCVUJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DE_cBM9SguI/s400/febrero+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                   Josue and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435554084257783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S273pA2b4DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Rx_xXJRam9I/s400/febrero+2010+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                   Dad, me, &amp;amp; mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435554071077340066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S273oPv-Q6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/RJspsBOOnv8/s400/febrero+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   mom, Josue, me, Sonita, Jose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7763962345011571476?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7763962345011571476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7763962345011571476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7763962345011571476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7763962345011571476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2010/02/espera-wait-aspetta.html' title='espera / wait / aspetta'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S273nmPUubI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TO-B_nUHaIs/s72-c/febrero+2010+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-9180412493416625729</id><published>2010-01-31T21:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:34:19.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas favoritas y nostalgias / favorite things and nostalgies / cose favorite e nostalgie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muchas veces lo que mas me gusta hacer es lo que hago esporádicamente, no siempre. No porque no quiera hacerlo con frecuencia, sino que no siento la necesidad. Por ejemplo ir a la playa o andar a caballo. Se que la playa no se moverá y que los caballos no se extinguirán. Al tener esa certeza no tengo problema en esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Many times what I enjoy doing the most is what I seldom do. Not because I wouldn’t want to do it frequently, but because I don’t feel the need. For example to go to the beach or to ride a horse. I know the beach won’t go anywhere and that horses won’t be extinguish. By having that certainty I have not trouble on waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tante vece le cose che mi piaciono fare di piu sono quelli che non faccio spesso. Non perche non ho voglia di farle ma perche non ho bisogno. Per essempio, andare in spiaggia o a caballo. So che la spiaggia non si movera’ e che i caballi non si stinguerono. Avendo quella certezza non ho problema in aspetare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pero aunque la playa no se mueva, si realmente me gusta, debería ir mas seguido o me puede pasar lo que sucedió este lunes pasado. Estuve 2 ½ horas en la arena y ya estaba lista para todo el mes. A caballo no ando hace 4 años, pienso: ‘al menos ya he andado bien andada, galopando por las islas del sur de Chile’. Pero ambos conceptos se mantienen en la &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S2XoQdwCGSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JYoQ5y55JBQ/s1600-h/January+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433003895054014754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S2XoQdwCGSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JYoQ5y55JBQ/s400/January+2010+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cima de mi lista de actividades preferidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;But even though the Beach is not going anywhere, if I like it, I should go more often o it can happen what happened last Monday. I was on the sand for 2 ½ hrs. and it was enough for the whole months. Last time I rode a horse was 4 years ago, I think: ‘at least I have ride them really well in the islands of the south of Chile’. But both concepts remain on the top of list of favorite activities to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nonostante la spiaggia non andra’ nessuna parte, se mi piacce, devo andare piu frequente o mi potrebbe succedere quello che mi ha succeso lunedi scorso. Sono stata sulla sabbia per 2 ½ hore e mi ha significato suficiente per tutto il mese. Sul caballo non ando da 4 anni fa, penso: ‘al meno sono andata molto bene e veloce sulle isole del sure di Chile’. Ma anchora due concetti si trovano nella cima della lista delle mie cose favotire di fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creo que por mucho tiempo, especialmente mis años fuera de Chile, mis deseos se basaron en fuentes de nostalgia. Ahora, aquel capitulo de mi vida ha terminado, ya no hay necesidad de nostalgias para recordar Chile cuando estoy fuera, ahora quiero ver y entender al mundo entero como la misma tierra, toda llena de seres humanos amados por Dios, todos los países necesitados igualmente del Reino de los Cielos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I think for a long time, specially during my years out of Chile, my wishes were based on sources of nostalgia. Now, that chapter of my life is over, I don’t need nostalgias to remember Chile when I’m abroad, now I want to look at the whole world and understand it as the same earth, all of it full of human beings loved by God, all the countries equally needed of the Kingdom of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Penso che per un lungo tempo, specialmente mentre sono visuta fuori Cile, I miei desideri arano basati sulle sorgente di nostalgia. Adesso, quel capitolo della mia vitta ha finito, non ho bisogno di nostalgie per ricordare Cile quando sto fuori, adesso voglio guardare al mondo intero come la stessa terra, tutta piena di essere humani amati da Dio, tutti i paesi igualemente in bisogno del Regno di Dio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas se que es casi imposible vivir sin nostalgias, estará bien mientras me lleven a pensar en el Reino de Dios (Romanos 8: 22-23) y en el camino por el que El me ha traído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;However, I know it’s almost impossible to live without nostalgias, it will be alright as long as they take me to think on the Kingdom of God (Romans 8: 22-23) and the road by which He has taken me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ma e quasi impossibile vivere senza nostalgie, stara’ bene mentre mi portano a pensare nel Regno di Dio (Romani 8: 22-23) e il camino per dove Lui mi ha portato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433002341124838866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S2Xm2A6cldI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Gq-tl5PDDQY/s400/January+2010+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A este solo le hice carino, no anduve&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I just pet him, didn't ride him&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;solo lo ho petinato, non sono andata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nostalgie'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/S2XoQdwCGSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JYoQ5y55JBQ/s72-c/January+2010+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-665103989616415644</id><published>2009-12-24T18:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:39:31.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Leones</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6be07dcbf970e227" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-8915633535993062539</id><published>2009-12-20T00:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:23:11.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He estado pensando mucho sobre tradiciones últimamente. En el pasado he escrito como el hombre crea cultura como una forma para expresarse y vivir en sociedad. Nosotros los seres humanos necesitamos cultura y tradiciones para sobrevivir. Antes de la caída del hombre, Adan y Eva eran libres de cualquier necesidad de sentirse satisfechos o de hacer para ser. Dios solo les pidió ser y así su amor por El fluiría libre. Después de la caída el hombre se desconecto de Dios, de la naturaleza y del mismo. El sacrificio de Jesús restauro esas relaciones quebradas, pero nosotros aun debemos hacer nuestra parte, como en cualquier relación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot about traditions lately. I’ve written in the past on how man created culture as a way to express himself and to live in society. We, human beings, need culture and traditions to survive. Before the fall of man, Adam and Eve were free from any need to make themselves feel fulfilled or to do something in order to be. God only requested of them to be and so their love for God will flow freely. After the fall of man we got disconnected from God, nature, and ourselves. Jesus’ sacrifice restored those broken relationships, but we still need to do our part, just as in any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sono stata pensando troppo sopra il concetto di tradizioni. Tempo fa ho scritto come il uomo ha creato cultura e tradizioni come una maniera di esprimire suo stesso e per vivere in societa’. Noi, seri humani, habbiamo bisogno di culture e tradizioni per sopravivere. Prima il uomo si e’ caduto, Adam e Eva erano liberi di le necesita’ di fare gli stessi sentite pieni o di fare qualcola per essere. Dio solo gli chiedeva di essere e cosi il amore per Lui fluiria. Doppos il uomo si e’ caduto siamo diventati separati da Dio, da natura, e da i nostri stessi. Il sacrificio di Gesu’ ha ristaurato quelle relazione, ma dobiammo continuare faccendo la nostra parte, come in tutte le relazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Así, quebrados, después de la caída, el hombre ha creado cultura y tradiciones, aferrandose a ellas. No estoy diciendo esta mal, solo recalcando que nuestra humanidad en nuestras sociedades no funcionaría sin ellas. No solo organizamos nuestra vida alrededor de cultura y tradiciones, también encontramos un lugar para satisfacer nuestras necesidades emocionales y existenciales. Jesús tuvo que venir a la tierra y vivirlo para asi llevar a cabo su propósito y restaurarnos espiritualmente. Aquellos de nosotros que lo hemos elegido y que compartimos la esperanza y creencia en la vida eterna sabemos que mientras estemos en esta tierra estamos amarrados a la condición humana de ser necesitados en tantas áreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So in our brokenness, after the fall, man has created culture and traditions, and holds so tight to them. I am not saying is wrong, I am only pointing out that our humanity in our societies would not work without them. We don’t only organize our lives through culture and traditions but we also find a place to fulfill emotional and existentialist needs. Jesus had to come to earth and go through all that in order to carry out his purpose, sacrificing himself and spiritually restoring us. Those of us who have chosen Him and share the hope and believe of eternal life know that meanwhile we are on this earth we’re bond to that human condition of being needy in so many areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cosi in la nostra debilita’, doppo il uomo si e’ caduto, il uomo ha crato cultura e tradizione, sostenendosi fortemente di loro. Non sto dicendo ce’ qualcosa di male in questo, solo vedo que la nostra humanita in le nostre societa’ ha bisogono si le culture y tradizione per funzionare. No solo pianificamo le nostre vite tramite culture e tradizione pero’ anche torvamo un luogo per pienare i nostri necesita’ omozionale e existenziale. Gesu’ ha dovuto venire a terra e vivere tutto questo per fare il suo proposito di restaurarci. Quelli di noi cui lo habbiamo scelto e cui habbiamo la speranza e la credenza sulla vita’ eterna capiamo che mentre rimaniamo qui in questo mondo caduto dobiammo vivere nella condizione humana, sempre con tante bisogni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No pienses que no me gusta la cultura o las tradiciones. Es solo que he viajado mucho y he debido adaptarme a tantas tradiciones diversas, cada persona y familia tiene las suyas propias. Veo cuan frágil es el ser humano y cuan facil se puede ofender cuando uno rompe algo de su cultura o tradición. Esto abre mis ojos a ver las cosas no tradicionales que yo hago en mi vida y como ellas tambien son una respuesta de mi condicion de ser humano, lo cual me hace darme cuenta de cuan vulnerable y de cuan separada del Dios Santo estoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Don’t think I dislike culture and traditions. I don’t. It’s just that I have traveled so much and had had to adjust to so many dif. Traditions, for each person and family has its own. And I see how fragile it is the human being and how easily someone can be offended when you brake something of their culture or tradition. It opens my eyes to see the nontraditional things I do in my life and how they are also a response from my condition of human being, which makes me realize how vulnerable I am and how separated I am from the Holy God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Non pensare che culture e tradizione non mi piaciono. E’ solo che ho fatto molte viaggi e ho dobuto di adatarmi a tante tradizione diverse, ogni persona e ogni famiglia sono una propia. Cosi ho veduto cuanto fragile e il essere humano e’ cuanto facile uno puo esere ofenduto cuando un altro rompi delle sue tradizione. Questo ha aperto i miei occhi a vedere le cose non tradizionale che faccio io e come quelle sono anche una risposta della mia condizioni humana, lo qualle mi rende conto di lo vulnerabile che sono e di cuanto separata dal Santo Dio sto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mientras este en la tierra disfrutare lo que queda de este mundo y me reiré todo lo que pueda, pero no parare de esperar por aquel día cuando Le pueda ver, el cual no será en esta tierra. Pero con estos pesados pensamientos en mi cumpleaños, solo quiero dar gracias a Dios por estar junto a mi cada día de mi vida y darme tal calidad de vida. En un mundo caído El me ha hecho vivir como una princesa y me ha hado los sueños más grandes de mi corazón. Talvez es eso, el hecho que me ha dado TANTO lo que me hacer sentir tan conciente de mi naturaleza pecaminosa. Entonces todo lo que quiero hacer en mi cumpleaños 25 es construir un EBENEZER (piedra de ayuda) y marcar esta fecha como el día donde miro atrás a lo que ha sido mi vida y digo GRACIAS PORQUE TU ME LO HAS DADO TODO. ME AMAS, Y LO QUE MAS TE GUSTA DE MI ES LA FORMA EN QUE YO TE AMO A TI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO DIOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Meanwhile I stay on earth I will enjoy what is left of this world and laugh as much as I can, but I will not stop hoping for the day I can see Him, which I know wont’ be on this earth. But with this heavy thoughts on my birthday, I just want to tell God thank you for being with me everyday of my life and giving me such a quality life. In a fallen world He has made live like a princess and has given the biggest dreams of my heart. Maybe it is that, the fact that he has given me SO MUCH which makes me feel so councious of my sinful nature. So all I want to do on my 25th birthday is to raise an EBENEZER (stone of help) and mark this date as the day when I look back at what my life has been and I say THANK FOR YOU HAVE GIVEN ME IT ALL. YOU LOVE ME, AND WHAT YOU LIKE THE MOST OF ME IS THE WAY I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mentre rimango a terra mi divertiro in quello che e’ rimasto da lei e mi ridero troppo, ma non fermero’ di sperare per il giorno quando potre vederlo a Lui, lo so che non sara’ in questa terra. Pero’ con questi pensieri nella giornata del mio cumpleanno solo voglio dire a Dio grazie per essere con me tutti i giorni della mia vita’. In un mondo caduto Lui mi ha fatto vivere come una princessa e mi ha datto i sogni piu grandi del mio cuore. Magari quella e’ la raggione per cui sto troppo consciente della mia naturaleza di peccato. Cosi tutto quello che io voglio fare nell mio cumpleanno 25 e’ alzare un EBENEZER (pietra di aiuta) e marcare questa data come il giorno quando ho guardato dietro a quello che e’ stata la mia vita’ e dire GRAZIE PER TU MI HAI DATO TUTTO. MI AMI, E QUELLO CHE TI PIACE PIU DA ME E LA MANIERA COME IO TI AMO A TE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI AMO DIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/?ref=sb#/video/video.php?v=510484868114"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-8915633535993062539?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/8915633535993062539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=8915633535993062539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8915633535993062539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8915633535993062539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/12/25-years.html' title='25 years'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7490181138469321505</id><published>2009-12-14T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:37:05.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>extracto de/ extract from/ estratto di BROTHER LAWRENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grandes pensamientos de ‘Brother (hermano) Lawrence’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Great insight from ‘Brother Lawrence’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grande pensieri di ‘Brother (fratello) Lawrence’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“No debemos desanimarnos por nuestros pecados; en vez, simplemente orar por la gracia del Señor con perfecta seguridad, apoyándonos en las misericordias infinitas del Señor Jesucristo. Nunca estoy sin la sensación de la gracia, a menos que mis pensamientos estén divagando lejos de un sentido de la presencia de Dios o me he olvidados de pedirle asistencia al Señor.&lt;br /&gt;Dios siempre nos da luz en nuestra duda cuando no tenemos otro plan más que placerlo a El.&lt;br /&gt;Es una gran delusión pensar que el tiempo de oración debe diferir de otros tiempos.&lt;br /&gt;Mis oraciones no son más que un sentido de la presencia de Dios. My alma esta simplemente insensible, en ese momento, a cualquier cosa pero amor divino. Cuando el tiempo destinado a oración ha pasado, no encuentro la diferencia porque continuo con Dios.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“We ought not be discouraged on account of our sins; rather, simply pray for the Lord’s grace with perfect confidence, relying upon the infinite mercies of the Lord Jesus Christ…I am never without a sense of that Grace unless it is when my thoughts  have wandered from a sense of God’s presence or I have forgotten to ask the Lord for His assistance.&lt;br /&gt;            God always gives us light in our doubt when we have no other design except to please Him.&lt;br /&gt;            It is a great delusion to think that the time of prayer ought to be different from other times.&lt;br /&gt;            My prayers are nothing other than a sense of the presence of God. My soul is simply insensible, at that time, to anything but divine love. When the appointed time of prayer has passed, I find no difference because I still continue with God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Non dobbiamo essere scoraggiato per i nostri preccati; in vece, semplicemente pregare per la grazia del Signore con perfetta sicurezza, fidansosi nelle infinite misericordie del Signore Gesu Cristo...non sono mai senaza il sentire della Grazia, a meno che e’ quando i miei pensieri si sono andate via da un sentire della presenza di Dio o io mi ho dimenticato chiergli la sua aiuta.&lt;br /&gt;            Dio sempre ci da luce in nostro dubbio quando non abbiamo altro piano che piacerlo a lui.&lt;br /&gt;            E’ una gran delusione pensare che il tempo di pregera debe essere diverese di altre tempi.&lt;br /&gt;            I mie preguiere non sono piu che un sentire della presenza di Dio. La mia anima e’ semplicemente insensibile, in questo tempo, a qual altre cose che non sia amore divino. Quando il tempo destinato a pregare ha finito, non trovo la diferenza perche anchora rimango con Dio.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7490181138469321505?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7490181138469321505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7490181138469321505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7490181138469321505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7490181138469321505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/12/extracto-de-extract-from-estratto-di.html' title='extracto de/ extract from/ estratto di BROTHER LAWRENCE'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7254710095067999729</id><published>2009-12-13T17:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:20:52.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santiago, Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espanol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-397a6ba1be109bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0397a6ba1be109bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C44081F7912D80726E6A4D709EE5BDBC6406D06.583920C1A7484A88ADC3582F4E375CE8402109B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D397a6ba1be109bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZEGEIQmeZgZ43uVB5NFc8-KYfE4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0397a6ba1be109bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C44081F7912D80726E6A4D709EE5BDBC6406D06.583920C1A7484A88ADC3582F4E375CE8402109B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D397a6ba1be109bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZEGEIQmeZgZ43uVB5NFc8-KYfE4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;English&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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Y ¿te preguntas como lo hace? Y ¿quieres ser como ella? Desde una perspectiva cristina ¿tu crees entender esa vida como bendecida por Dios? Y entonces tú, como cristiano, llamas a Dios, le buscas y le dices necesito que me muestres el camino correcto, que endereces mi visión, asegúrate que mis ojos estén en la dirección correcta, dame la garantía Dios! Y miras al cielo y vez las estrellas y vez a aquella persona con una vida perfecta y la comparas a una estrella que brilla en lo alto. Entonces Dios te dice: “hijo mío, ser una estrella que esta siempre colocada en la posición perfecta y todo lo que hace es brillar es algo para lo que tu no fuiste creado. Algún día, en la eternidad, ahí te mostrare mi gloria en plenitud y te haré brillar, pero ahora tu cuerpo humano no ha sido creado para brillar como una estrella.&lt;br /&gt;El ser humano tiene la función de moverse, de pensar, de vivir, de enfrentar desafíos, de librar batallas, de perseguir y conquistar sueños. Yo estoy a tu lado para ayudarte.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Have you ever look at a person whose life seems to be perfect? And you wonder how does she do it? Do you want to be like her? From a Christian perspective do you think you should understand that life as blessed by God? And so you, as a Christian, call God, you seek Him and tell Him to show you the right path, to straighten up your vision, you tell Him make sure my eyes are in the right direction, give me the warranty God! And so you look up to the sky and see the stars and also you see that person with a perfect life, you compare her to a star that shines up high. Then God says to you: “my son, to be a star that is always placed in the right position and all she does is to shine is something you were not created for. Some day, in eternity, there I will show you my glory to the fullest and I will make you shine, but now your human body has not been made to shine like a star. The human being has the function to move, to think, to live, to face challenges, to fight battles, to pursue and reach dreams. I am by your side to help you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Qualche volta hai guardato una persona con una vitta perfetta? E ti domandi ma come lo fa? E vuoi essere come lei? Da un perspettiva cristiana pensi forse devi capire quella vitta come beneditta da Dio? E cosi, tu come Cristiano, chiami a Dio, lo cerchi e gli dici mostrami la strada corretta, fa la mia visione diritta, assicura i miei ochi sulla direzioni corretta, dami la garanzia Dio! Cosi tu guardi su al cielo e vedi le stelle e anche vedi quella persona con la vitta perfetta, tu pensi quella persona e’ come la stella che brilla li alto. In seguito Il Signore ti dici: “figlio mio, essere una stella che sempre si trova nella posizione essata, e tutto quello che fa e’ brillare, e’ qualcosa tu non sei creato per fare. Un Giorno, in eternita’, li ti faro’ vedere la mia gloria con tutto il suo splendore e la faro brillare in te, ma adesso il tuo corpo humano non e’ stato fatto per brillare come una stella. Il essere humano a la funzione di moversi, pernsare, vivere, confrontare i desafii, battagliare le battaglie, cercare di raggiungere i suoi sonni. Io sono da fianco a te per aiutarti.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y entonces, como en un sueño, Dios te mete como en un torbellino, y empiezas a girar, y comienzas a sentir que te pierdes a ti mismo en tanto giro y te elevas a lo alto y entonces Dios te dice: “aquella transformación será para más adelante, en el cielo, ahora tu deber es ser humano y librar tus batallas del diario vivir. No hay un camino especifico, si no que la vida entera es el camino que te toca vivir. La clave es pedirme ayuda en todo momento, apoyarte en mi y por fe entender que yo soy el Padre y tu eres mi hijo. ¡Te amo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, like in a dream, God puts you in something like a tornado, you start to turn, and you start to feel that you loose yourself with so many turns, and you get lifted up high and then God says to you: “That transformation will be for further ahead, in heaven, now you must be a human being and fight your daily battles. There is not a specific road, but life as a whole is the road you got to live. The key is to ask me for help in every moment, relying in me and by faith understand that I am the Father and you are my son. I love you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Allora, come in un sonno, Dio ti mette in un vortice, e cominci a girare, e tu cominci a avvertire che ti stai perdendo, sei tu, ma non propio tu, e senti che sei sollevato in questo vortice e Dio di dici: “quella trasformazione sara’ nell futuro, sul cielo, adesso tu debi essere humano e battagliare le tue battaglie di ogni giorno. Non c’e’ una strada specifica, ma il tutto della vitta e’ la strada che devi caminare. La chiave e chiedermi aiuta ogni momento, fidandoti da me e con il indentimento tramite fede che Io sono il Padre e tu sei il mio figlio. Ti amo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;La persona que tú piensas lleva una vida perfecta, puede que no sea tan perfecta, y todo puede ser tu percepción o lo que otros te han enseñado a percibir como perfecto. Que nuestro ejemplo a vivir sea siempre Jesús, y todos los otros considerémoslos, siempre escudriñándolos en las escrituras, porque todos somos seres humanos con batallas que librar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The person you think lives a perfect life, might not be that perfect, and it all could be your perception. Or what others have taught you to perceive as perfect. Jesus must be our example on how to live, and we can consider the others, but always studying them through scripture because we all are human being with battles to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;La persona tu pensi ha una vitta perfetta, magari non e cosi perfetta, solo tu la percepi cosi. O lo che tu percepi e quello che gli altri ti hanno insegnato a percepire come perfetto. Solo Gesu devi essere il nostro essempio di vitta, possiamo considerare gli altri, ma sempre guardando loro tramite le scritture perche tutti noi siamo essere humani con le battaglie per battagliare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7393754733363995490?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7393754733363995490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7393754733363995490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7393754733363995490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7393754733363995490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-somo-humanos-because-were-human.html' title='porque somos humanos debemos ser humanos/ because we&apos;re human we gotta be human/ perche siamo humani dobiamo essere humani'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-410496863681734787</id><published>2009-11-16T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:41:35.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo Ciclo / New Cycle / Nuovo Ciclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mucho tiempo va desde que escribo. En resumen, los últimos 3 meses desde Julio han sido de espera, mientras octubre ha sido de transición. Que he estado haciendo? Nada más que pasarlo con Dios y mi familia. Ha sido difícil explicarlo a la gente, pero ha sido importante para mí decirlo sin vergüenza a nada. Pero este lunes pasado, 2 de Noviembre me llamaron de un colegio para hacer un reemplazo como profesora de Ingles a estudiantes de enseñanza media. Al ser este un colegio cristiano, he tenido la libertad de compartir mi testimonio libremente con mis estudiantes. Ha sido increíble como Dios ha abierto puertas para confesar su nombre y la historia que el me ha regalado, animando y bendiciendo a muchos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A long time has gone by since I’ve written. Long story short, the last 3 months since July have been a time of waiting, while October has been a month of transition. What have I been doing? Nothing more than to spend time with God and my family. It has been hard to explain it to people, but it has been important for me to tell it without shame. But this past Monday, November 2nd I got a call from a high school to substitute an English teacher. I’ve had the freedom to share my testimony with my students. It has been incredible how God has opened doors to confess His name and the story he has given me, encouraging and blessing many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E’ stato un tempo lungo fino la ultima volta che ho scrito qui. I ultimi 3 mesi, da Luglio e’ stato un tempo di aspetare, mentra che Ottobre e’ stato un mese di transizione. Cosa ho fatto? Niente piu che pasare tempo con Dio e con la mia famiglia. E’ stato difficile per spiegarlo alle persone, ma era importante raoccontarlo senza vergogna. Ma quesot pasato Lunedi, Novembre 2nd ho ricevuto una chiamata da una scuola secondaria per fare la insegnate suplente di Inglese. Ho avuto la liberta’ per condividire la mia testimonianza con i miei studenti. E’ stato incredibile come Dio ha aperto le porte per confessare il Suo nome e la storia che Lui mi ha datto, aiutanto e benedicendo a tante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No pretendo discernir lo que viene para más adelante. Creo en mi corazón que este año es especial, pues el Señor ya me ha dicho que todo lo que suceda será de acuerdo a su voluntad. Uno no siempre se puede dejar llevar por la corriente, pero tengo la certeza que este año El ha provisto de una corriente sobrenatural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I don’t pretend to discern what is coming ahead for me. I believe in my heart that this year is special; the Lord has told me that everything that will happen will be according to His will. One not always can let herself/himself be carried by the flow, but I have the certainty that this year He has provided a supernatural flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Non intendo di discernire cosa c’e’ Avanti per me. Credo nell mio cuore che questo anno e speciale, perche il Signore mi ha detto che tutto quello che ha di essere or farsi sara’ da accordo alla sua volunta’. Uno non sempre puo permitirse di scorrersi per il flusso, pero’ ho la sicurita’ che questo anno Lui ha provisto un flusso supernaturale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cuando se trata de entender una cultura siempre hablo de no entender si no de aceptar. Pero si se trata de mi estilo de vida, siempre me exijo analizar, buscar y entender el propósito de mis acciones y decisiones. Por primera vez siento de Dios que en estos nuevos meses a los que entro no debo analizar, si no aceptar lo que El me quiere dar. Entonces así comienzo este nuevo ciclo, aceptando lo que Dios me da mientras me dejo fluir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When it comes to understand a culture, I always say we don’t have to focus on understanding but on accepting. But when it’s about my lifestyle I’ve always request myself to analyze, look for, and understand the purpose of my actions and decisions. For the first time I feel from God that these new months which I am starting, I should not analyze them, but to accept what He wants to give me. So in this way I start this new cycle, accepting what God gives me while I let myself flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando debo comprendere una cultura, sempre parlo di come uno non debe capire, pero’ accetare. Ma quando parlo del mio stylo di vitta sempre mi chiedo di analizare, cercare y capire il proposito di i miei decisioni e azioni. Per la prima volta sento dal Signore che questi nuovi mesi che cominscio non debo analizare, ma accetare quello che Lui vuole darmi. Cosi in questa maniera cominscio questo nuovo ciclo, accetando quello che Dio mi da e mi lascio scorrere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-410496863681734787?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/410496863681734787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=410496863681734787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/410496863681734787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/410496863681734787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/11/nuevo-ciclo-new-cycle-nuovo-ciclo.html' title='Nuevo Ciclo / New Cycle / Nuovo Ciclo'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-1308355979548932613</id><published>2009-09-26T23:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:49:53.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La llave de la felicidad / The key to happiness / La chiave della felicita'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esta semana he hecho algo de investigación en diversos foros en Internet, sobre temas variados, pero fijándome en cuales son aquellas cosas que las personas valoran. En la forma en que responden a ciertas preguntas pareciera que la mayoría coincide en que la clave para estar bien en la vida y ser feliz es “tener una vida”. Es decir, hacer esto o aquello, salir con amigos o frecuentar lugares sociales. Siempre tener algo que hacer que te distraiga en aquellos momentos cuando algún proyecto no funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This week I have been doing some research on various forums on Internet. About varied topics, but paying attention to what are those concepts people value. From the way people answer to certain questions seems that the majority agrees on that the key to do good in life and be happy is to “have a life”. In other words, to do this or that, go out with friends or visit social places. To always have something to do that will keep you busy in those moments when some project fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Questa setimana ho fatto qualche ricerca su internet sopra temi diversi. Faccendo attenzione a quale sono i concetti che le persone valorano. Nella maniera che loro rispondono a certe domande mi sembra che la maggioranza accordano che la chiave per stare bene sula vitta e essere felice e’ “avere una vitta”. Lo che intendo? Fare questo o fare quello, uscire con i amici o frequentare luogui sociale. Sempre avere qualche cosa di fare per estare impegnato in quelli momenti quando un proggetto non risulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Tener un vida” es lo optimo. Es bíblico, esta en Génesis, y esta en el NT en tener dominio propio. El problema aparece cuando “tener una vida” se convierte en el objetivo de nuestra existencia, y la meta de nuestra carrera ya no es la intimidad con Jesús. El conocer a Jesús, en este mundo caído, y a través de los ojos de la fe requiere de por si harto de nosotros, y nos da harto que hacer, nos presenta interminables invitaciones a proyectos y desafíos. Jesús es la clave de la felicidad, una que va más allá de una definición terrena. El es la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“To have a life” is perfect. It’s biblical, it’s in Genesis, and it’s in the NT in having self control. The issue appears when “to have a life” becomes the object of our existence, and the goal of our race is not longer intimacy with Jesus. To know Jesus, in this fallen world, and through the eyes of faith requires in itself a lot from us, giving us a lot to do, it presents us countless of invitations to projects and challenges. Jesus is the key to happiness, one that goes beyond an earthly definition. He’s the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Avere una vitta” e’ ottimo. E’ bibbico, e’ in Genesi, e e’ sul NT in avere controlo propio. Il problema si affaccia quando “avere una vitta” cominscia a essere il oggetto della nostra essistenza, in questo mondo caduto, e tramite i ochi della fede ci vuole troppo da noi, e ci da troppo di fare, presentandoci troppi invitazioni a proggetti e desafii. Gesu’ e’ la chiave alla felicita’, una che non si limita a la definizione di questa terra. Lui e’ la vitta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-1308355979548932613?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/1308355979548932613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=1308355979548932613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1308355979548932613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1308355979548932613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-llave-de-la-felicidad-key-to.html' title='La llave de la felicidad / The key to happiness / La chiave della felicita&apos;'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5378089265788712501</id><published>2009-09-20T00:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:45:35.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>playa / beach / spiagia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;La playa para mi siempre ha significado recuerdos de mi infancia. Donde sea que este en el mundo trato de vivistar la playa. Ahora en casa he visitado la playa, pero esta vez una en la cual nunca antes habia estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The beach has always meant to me memories of my childhood, so wherever I am in the world I try to visit the beach and see a little bit of home there. Now in Chile, I went to the beach once again, but this time, to one I had never been to before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;La spiagia sempre ha significato tante ricordi della mia infanzia. Sempre che visito una spiagia mi representa un po di casa, mi sento un po a casa. 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Me encanta que en Santiago haya tantos de estos árboles. En primavera florecen, se llenan fe flores rosadas o blancas. Es hermoso a la vista, así como al aroma. Por algunas semanas este ciruelo al frente de mi casa estuvo lleno de flores, pero ayer note como repentinamente tenia menos flores y más hojas. La primavera aún no acaba (esta recién comenzando y no oficial), pero el tiempo de las flores en los ciruelos si se esta acabando. Ahora las hojas se quedaran ahí por el resto de la primavera, durante todo el verano, hasta que llegue el otoño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was observing a plum tree outside of my house. I love that in Santiago there are so many of these trees. In spring they get full of pink or white flowers. It is beautiful at the sight, and so to smell it. For a few weeks this plum tree outside of my house was full of flowers, but yesterday I noticed how suddenly there were fewer flowers and more leafs. Even though spring is not over yet (it’s just beginning and not officially), but the time of the flowers in these trees is ending. Now leafs will remain for the rest of spring, through out the whole summer, until fall arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Staba notando un albero di prugne fuori casa mia. Mi piace tantissimo che in Santiago ci sono tanti di questi alberi. In primavera loro si trovano pieni di fiori rose e bianche. E’ bellisomo per guardagli e per il olfatto. Per qualche setimane questo albero staba pieno di fior, ma senza rendirmi conto ho notato che aveva meno fiori e piu floglie. La primavera non ha finito anchora (e’ apenna cominsciando e non anchora ufficiale), ma il tempo dei fiori sul alberi di prugne certamente ha cominsciato a finire. Adesso le foglie rimarano li per il resto della primavera, durante tutto il state, fino al autunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Son las flores las que me gustan a mí. Pero es tan corto el tiempo que están en el árbol. Si uno no pone atención, las pierde. Me alegro haber puesto atención. Pero así también es con tantas otras cosas en la vida. Cosas hermosas y preciadas para uno, que si uno no pone atención, puede dejarlas pasar y perderlas. Y no solo con cosas, también personas. Por eso debemos estar atentos, ser agradecidos y estar sintonizados con Dios para no perder su revelación o indicación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The flowers are the ones I like. But the time they’re in the tree is so short. If one doesn’t pay attention, one misses them. I’m glad I didn’t miss them. But this is how it is with some many other things in life. Beautiful and precious things, that if don’t pay attention we could let them pass by and loose them. And not only with things, also people. Therefore we need to be aware, be grateful and be in tune with God to don’t loose His revelation or indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A me piaciono I fiori. Il tempo che loro sono sul albero e troppo corto pero’. Se non facciamo attenzione possiamo mancargli. Sono contenta non gli ho mancato. Ma cosi e’ come e’ con tante altre cose nella vita. Cose belle e preziosi, che se non facciamo attenzione potrebberemo lasciagli passare and perdergli. E non e’ solo con cose ma anche con persone. Comunque doviamo essere consciente, grati, e essere in tono con Dio per n &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on perdere i suoi revelazioni o indicazioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382229764409130098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SrGFdFcj_HI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wDygjAfxabI/s400/primavera+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382229760658491074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SrGFc3eVxsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PL8ijKXFAa0/s400/primavera+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382229756603129746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SrGFcoXd35I/AAAAAAAAAHg/UZx8057OQ_o/s400/primavera+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/8005119157203465234-5567268805171861281?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5567268805171861281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5567268805171861281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5567268805171861281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5567268805171861281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuiruelos-en-santiago-plum-trees-in.html' title='Cuiruelos en Santiago / Plum trees in Santiago / Alberi di Prugne in Santiago'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SrGFdrOg9VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7XgmkbILw9U/s72-c/primavera+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-42860563997097416</id><published>2009-09-10T00:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:01:23.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que USA? / Why USA? / Per che USA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alguien me pregunto por que planeo volver a USA para obtener un Magíster en Teología en vez de quedarme en Chile ayudando a misioneros. Aquí esta mi respuesta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Someone asked why I was planning on going back to the USA to get a MA in Theology instead of staying in Chile helping missionaries. Here’s my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Qualcuno mi ha chiesto per che voglio tornare in USA per fare un Master in Teologia invece di rimanere in Cile aiutando misioneri. Qui e’ la mia risposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mi primer año en Licnoln fue para obtener un certificado TESOL (enseñar ingles como segunda lengua) y tenia planeado volver a Chile para continuar mi educación aquí. Sin embargo, durante ese primer año decidí matricularme en el programa de “Estudios Interculturales”. Eso fue para ser entrenada para trabajar en un contexto intercultural. Ore a Dio y le dije “Quiero estudiar esto, si tu estas conmigo en esto, por favor abre las puertas.” Dios respondió abriendo las puertas y usando muchas personas y 2 iglesias, proveyendo por todo el arancel de los 4 años en LCC. Esa fue mi confirmación que era la voluntad de Dios para mi, o que su favor estaba sobre mi y en esa dirección.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My first year at Lincoln I went to get a TESOL certificate (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) and had planned to come back to Chile afterwards to continue my education here. However, during that first year I decided to enroll in the "Intercultural Studies" program. That was to be trained to work in a cross-cultural setting. I prayed to God and said, “I want to study this, if you´re with me on this, please open the doors.” God responded opening the doors and using many people and two churches, providing full tuition for me for the 4 years at LCC. That was my confirmation it was God´s will for me, or that His favor was upon me and in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Il mio primo anno a Lincoln e’ stato per fare un certificate sul TESOL (insegando inglese come seconda lingua) e’ doppo aveva I piani di tornare in Cile per continuare la mia educazione qui. Ma durante quello primo anno a Lincoln avevo fato la decizione di iscribirme sul programa di “Studi Interculturali”. Quello era per essere intrenata in laboro i un contesto interculturally. Pregai a Dio dicendo: “io vorrey studiare questo, se tu sei con me in questo, per favore apri le porte.” Dio mi ha risposto aprendo le porte e usando un saco di persone e due chiese, provvedendo financieramente per tutti i 4 anni a LCC. Quella e’ stata la mia confirmazione che quella era la volunta’ da Dio per me, o che il suo favore era con me e in quella direzione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para mi, Chile no es un campo transcultural, ya que soy Chilena, este es mi hogar. Chile es un lugar emocionalmente cómodo para mi ya que es donde esta mi familia. No significa que no pueda servir a Dios aquí. Creo que Dios me ha entrenado en gran manera en LCC y a través de las experiencias vividas al encontrarme “entre culturas” para ayudar a personas en todo el mundo. Siempre y cuando use mi testimonio como un puente para compartir el amor Suyo y lo que significa encontrar nuestra identidad como seres humanos en Su Reino, estaré cumpliendo mi llamado. Así que entre Dios y yo, tengo paz para servirle donde sea…Chile, USA, Italia…..en el campo o en la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For me, Chile is not a cross-cultural field, since I am Chilean, this is home. Chile is an emotional comfortable place for me because is where my family is. It does not mean I can´t serve God here. I believe God has given me great training at LCC and through my experiences of living in "between cultures" to help people everywhere in the world. As long as I use my testimony as a bridge to share His love and what it means to find our identity as human beings in His Kingdom, I will be fulfilling my call. So, between God and me, I have peace to serve him wherever...Chile, USA, Italy,...the country or in the inner city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Per me, Cile non e’ un campo interculturale, perche io sono cilena, questa e’ casa mia. Cile e’ un luogo emotionalmente comodo per me, perche qui sta la mia famiglia. Non significa che io non posso servire Dio qui. Io credo che il Signore mi ha dato troppo intrenamento in LCC e tramite le mie sperienze visuti vivendo “tra culture” per aiutare persone di tutto il mondo. Sempre e quando io uso la mia testimonianza come un ponte per condividire il amore di Dio e cosa significa trovare la nostra identita’ di essere humano nell Suo Regno, saro’ faccendo il mio chimato. Allora, tra Dio e me, ho pace per servirle dovunque...Cile, USA, Italia....in campagna o in citta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De vuelta en casa, una sociedad grandemente influenciada por Europa, donde el intelectualismo va mano a mano con el liberalismo, me doy cuenta de la necesidad de continua mi educación. Si Chile se esta comportando así, estoy segura que también el resto de mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Being back home, a highly European influenced society, where intellectualism goes hand to hand with liberalism, I recognize the need to continue educating myself. If Chile is "acting" like this, I am sure so is the rest of this globalize world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stando a casa, un societa’ influencia per Europa in grande maniera, dove il intellectualismo va mano a mano con il liberalismo, mi rendo conto del bisogno di continuare educandomi. Se Cile si comporta cosi, sono sicura che anche il resto di questo mondo globalizato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-42860563997097416?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/42860563997097416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=42860563997097416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/42860563997097416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/42860563997097416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-que-usa-why-usa-per-che-usa.html' title='Por que USA? / Why USA? / Per che USA?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5510676513590970904</id><published>2009-09-06T02:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:12:43.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por diversas razone esta semana he ido casi todos los días al centro. Había olvidado lo cansador que puede ser ir al centro. Primero arreglarse antes de salir de la casa. Luego salir y caminar al metro. Una vez en el metro uno se relaja hasta que se llega a la estación donde debes bajarte. De ahí viene subir las escaleras  y caminar al destino….si es que no hay que tomar el transantiago. Después de hacer lo que hay que hacer…ay de ti si ya son más de las 18:00...el metro va tan lleno que uno no puede ni moverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This week I have been downtown several times for different reasons. I had forgotten how tiring going downtown can be. First, I need to get ready and look put together before I leave my house. Then go out and walk towards the subway. Once I am inside the subway I relax until I get to the station where I am supposed to get off. From there I have to go up the stairs and walk to my final destination…if I don’t have to take the “transantiago” (a new bus system). After doing what I have to do…poor of myself if it’s after 6 pm…the subway is full and you are so tight that you can’t even move your arms around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Questa setimana sono andata in centro spesso per diversi raggioni. Mi aveva dimenticato quanto stanca quello puo farti. Prima di uscire di casa devo prepararmi. Doppo sono uscita camino a la metro. Quando sono sulla metro mi rilasso fino che arrivo a la fermata dove devo uscire. Doppo, devo salire sulle scale e caminare dove vado...se non devo prendere il transantiago (un nuovo sistema di autobus). Doppo fare quello que devo fare e meglio avere finito prima le 18:00 perche dopo la metro e’ piena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Una de las cosas que más me gusta en el metro es cuando estoy en el andén esperando que pase, ahí observo a las personas al otro lado del andén…todos muy serios. Me pregunto quienes son y como son sus vidas. Uno pasa a ser uno más dentro de la masa. Pero si uno observa ve muchos “tipos” de gente y comienzo a pensar en el rol que tienen los hábitos de las personas en su desenvoltura en la sociedad. Y pienso también en como estos mismos hábitos, sean catalogados positivos o negativos por una sociedad, al momento de la conversión al cristianismo seguirán presentes. Y reflexiono en como nuestros hábitos conforman nuestro estilo de vida. No todo el que es “salvo” tiene buenos hábitos, por eso debe trabajar su salvación, perseverar en ser mas como Jesús. Nadie es justo en este mundo caído. Anhelo el día que podamos vivir en el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the things I like the most from using the subway is when I am waiting on the track for the wagon to arrive. There I watch the people standing and waiting in the other side of the track…they’re all so serious. I wonder who they are and what their lives are like. We become to be one more in the mass. But if I pay close attention I will identify various “types” of people. Then I start to think upon the role habits have on people and their interaction with society. And I think on how, no matter these habits are seen as positive or negative by a society, they will remain within the person after conversion to Christianity. I reflect on how our habits conform our lifestyle. Not everybody who is “saved” has good habits. That’s why we should work out our salvation, persevering on being more like Jesus. No body is righteous in this fallen world. I long for the day when we can live in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Una delle cose che mi piaciono piu di andare sulla metro e guardare le persone chi sono sul altro fianco del binario. Io guardo le persone....loro sembrano troppo serie. Mi domando chi sono lore e’ come sono le loro vite. Diventamo uno piu delle masse. Guardando loro con attenzione pero’ mi rendo conto che ci sono diversi tipi di persone tra loro. Allora, comnscio a pensare sul rolo dei habiti nelle persone e nell loro svilupo con la societa’. Quindi, senza importare se questi habiti sono percivuti come positivi o negativi per una societa’, loro (i habiti) rimarano’ con le persone doppo la converzione al cristianismo. Cosi riflessiono in come i nostri habiti fano parte del nostro stylo di vita. Non tutte le persone chi sono “salvi” (chi hanno Gesu) hanno i buoni habiti, questo e’ perche noi dobiamo “laborare” nella nostra salvazione, perseverando in essere piu come Gesu. Nessuno e’ giusto in questo mondo caduto. Io spero per il giorno quando possiamo habitare nel cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5510676513590970904?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5510676513590970904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5510676513590970904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5510676513590970904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5510676513590970904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/09/metro.html' title='Metro'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-1150144880333241961</id><published>2009-08-28T20:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:40:43.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>primavera in 3 languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No he escrito ya de hace un tiempo. La verdad es que me toma tiempo ya que lo hago en tres idiomas. Pero no puedo cortar uno o dos de esos idiomas. Me es importante estar conectada con todos ustedes, que hablan uno de estos tres idiomas. También si cortara uno de ellos seria como cortar parte de mi misma. Son tres idiomas, tres culturas que forman parte de quien soy hoy. No mi identidad, pero características de mi personalidad intercultural. Es difícil vivir así, y co-existir con la cultura del momento donde me encuentro, si siempre estoy tratando de mantener las otras dos “contingentes”. Pero el ser “intercultural” me ayuda para recordar que no es a esta tierra a la que pertenezco, sino que aquí solo habito. Donde realmente pertenezco y encuentro mi identidad es en el Reino de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I haven’t written in a while. The truth is that it takes me a while since I do it in three languages. But I can’t cut off one or two of those languages. It’s important for me to be connected with you all that speak one of them. Also, if I cut off one of these languages it would be like cutting off part of me. There are three languages, three cultures that form part of who I am. Not of my identity, but characteristics of my transcultural personality. It’s hard to live this way and co-exist with the culture of the moment where I find myself, if I am always trying to keep up with the other two. But being Transcultural helps me to remember that this earth is not where I belong but where I live. Where I really belong to and find my identity is in the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fa un po’ che non ho scritto. La verita’ e’ che ci vuole troppo tempo quando si fa in tre lingue diverse. Ma non posso tagliare una o due di quelle lingue. E’ importante per me essere conectatta con tutti voi chi parlano una di queste. Ma anche perche se taglio una di queste lingue starebbe come tagliando parte da mi stessa. Ci sono tre lingue, tre culture che fanno parte di chi sono oggi. Non della mia identita’, delle carateristiche della mia personalita’ interculturale pero’. E’ difficile vivire cosi e coessistere con la cultura del momento dove mi trovo, se sempre provo di “rimanere in contatto” con le altre due. Essere interculturale mi aiuta anche per ricordare che non appartengo a questa terra ma che solo habito qui. Perche che e’ il regno di Dio dove appartengo e dove trovo la mia identita’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De ese mismo tema habla el libro que he estado escribiendo estos últimos años. Sobre encontrar nuestra identidad en el Reino de los cielos,  a través de un relato autobiográfico de mis experiencias interculturales y de la fidelidad de Dios en ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;About this same Topic speaks the book I’ve been writing these past few years. About finding our identity in the Kingdom of Heaven, through a telling of my crosscultural experiences and the faithfulness of God in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E’ questo stesso tema di cui parlo nell libro che ho stato scribbendo questi ultimi anni. Sopra la nostra identita’ sul Regno di Dio, traverso una storia autobiographica delle mie esperienze interculturale e della fedelta’ di Dio in quelli esprienze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Es bueno poder contarles que la primavera ya se siente en santiago. El sol brilla y flores comienzan brotar en los árboles. Me encanta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It’s good to tell you that spring is coming to Santiago. The sun shines and the flowers start to grow from the trees. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E’ buono potere raccontarvi che la primavera si avvicina a Santiago. Il sole brilla e i fiori stano crescendo nel’ alberi. Mi Piacce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-1150144880333241961?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/1150144880333241961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=1150144880333241961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1150144880333241961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/1150144880333241961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/08/primavera-in-3-languages.html' title='primavera in 3 languages'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-6943000617937145788</id><published>2009-08-09T04:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:04:55.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 dibujos / drawings / disegni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sn48BWnyB3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ILJI2oyxGbM/s1600-h/%40+El+Ancla+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793799822182258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sn48BWnyB3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ILJI2oyxGbM/s400/%40+El+Ancla+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sn48BLULl1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hVTpI3yTY4A/s1600-h/%40+El+Ancla+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793796787181394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sn48BLULl1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hVTpI3yTY4A/s400/%40+El+Ancla+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Viendo entre mis cosas en mi closet encontré dos dibujos que una amiga hizo para mi en dos años diferentes, pero ambas ocasiones fueron despedidas.&lt;br /&gt;El primero fue cuando partí a USA por primera vez como respuesta a un llamado de Dios. El segundo fue la segunda vez, cuando iba a mi primer año de universidad. Cada vez que los hizo fue sin entender por que me iba de Chile. Especialmente la primera vez. Yo trataba de explicar lo que sentía significaba cada viaje a nivel espiritual, esa era la única forma en que yo los veía. Ahora, cuando miro los dibujos encuentro que capturan la esencia de cada viaje tan perfectamente, yo le digo a la Joy que fueron dibujos proféticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Looking through some of my things in my closet I found two drawings that a friend made for mi in two different years, both occasions were goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;The first was when I left to the USA for the first time as an answer to a calling from God. The second was the second time, when I was going to my first year of college. Each time she made them was without understanding why I was leaving Chile. Specially the first time. I would try to explain what I felt each trip meant at a spiritual level, which was the only was I saw them. Now, when I look these drawings I think they capture the essence of each trip in a perfect way. I tell Joy they were prophetic drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cercando nell mio closet ho trovato due disegni che una amica mi ha fatto in due anni diversi, tutte due volte per dire addio.&lt;br /&gt;Il primo e’ stato la prima volta che sono partita in USA, como risposta a un chiamato del Signore. Il secondo e’ stato la seconda volta, quando mi sono andata via per fare il primo anno di universita’. Ogni volta lei ha fatto i disegni lo ha fatto senza capire per che mi andavo da Cile (oh quello “andavo” no e’ Italiano...certo?). Specialmente la prima volta. I probabo di spiegarle quello che i viaggi significavano per me in un nivelo spirituale, quella era la unica forma in cui io gli capivo. Adesso, quando guardo i disegni trovo che hanno la esencia di ogni viaggo in una maniera perfetta. Io le dico a Joy che sono state disegni proohetichi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amici Italiani, escusate il mio italiano!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8005119157203465234-6943000617937145788?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/6943000617937145788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=6943000617937145788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/6943000617937145788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/6943000617937145788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-dibujos-drawings-disegni.html' title='2 dibujos / drawings / disegni'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sn48BWnyB3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ILJI2oyxGbM/s72-c/%40+El+Ancla+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4712524549828176671</id><published>2009-08-03T19:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:13:40.069+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Mundo y NOSOTROS / The World and US / Il Mondo e NOI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 Jn. 3:1 “Mirad cual amor nos ha dado el Padre, para que seamos llamados hijos de Dios; por esto el mundo no nos conoce, porque no lo conoció a él.”Debemos encontrar nuestro gozo cada día en el hecho que Dios nos ha ama de tal manera. Y no sintamos lastima de nosotros mismos cuando el mundo no nos entiende porque ni a Jesús entendió, y si a el lo catalogo de loco, con mayor razón a nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1 Jn. 3:1 “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. We need to everyday find our joy in the fact that God loves us in such a way. And let’s not feel pity on ourselves when the world does not understand us because neither did to Jesus. Even more, if Jesus was catalogued of crazy, with more reason we’ll be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 Giovanni 3:1 “Vedete, dunque, quanto ci ama Dio Padre: ci permette di essere chiamati suoi figli e lo siamo davvero! Ma siccome il mondo non conosce Dio, di conseguenza non conosce neppure noi. Noi dobbiamo trovare nostra goia, ogni giorno, nell fatto che Dio ci ama in quan grande maniera. E non dobbiamo sentirsi giu quando il mondo non ci capisce perche ne anche a Gesu hanno capito, e se a Lui lo hanno catalogato di pazzo, con piu raggione a noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Es cierto que debemos amar a las personas de este mundo, pero a veces ellos se enceguecen en ellos mismos y no quieren recibir nuestro amor. Talvez es más probable que reciban nuestra ayuda social, pero cuando les hablamos de amor y de verdad, lo que fundamentalmente incluye a Jesús, pues el es el amor y la verdad, entonces se cierran.     1 Jn. 4:5-6 “Ellos son del mundo; por eso hablan del mundo, y el mundo los oye. Nosotros somos de Dios; el que conoce a Dios, nos oye; el que no es de Dios, no nos oye, En esto conocemos el espíritu de verdad y el espíritu de error.”Como cristianos tenemos el deber de golpear a sus puertas y tratar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It’s true we need to love people from this World, but sometimes they blind themselves and don’t want to receive our love. Maybe it’s easier that they’d receive our social aid, but when talk to them about love and about truth, which foundationally is Jesus, He is the love and the truth, then they close up.&lt;br /&gt;1 Jn:4:5-6 “They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them. We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood.” As Christians we have the duty to knock on their doors and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E’ vero dobiamo amare le persone di questo mondo, ma qualche volta loro si accecano gli ochi e non vogliono recibere il amore. Magari e piu facile per loro recibire la aiuta sociale, ma quando parliamo di amore e di verita’, cui e fundametalmente Gesu, Lui e il amore e la verita’, allora loro si chiudeno.&lt;br /&gt;1 Giovanni 4:5-6Questi falsi maestri appartengono al mondo, percio parlano un linguaggio che il mondo capisce. E il mondo li ascolta! Noi, invece, siamo figli di Dio, percio soltanto chi conosce Dio ci ascolta, non gli altri. Ecco un'altra prova per distinguere lo Spirito di verità da quello d'inganno.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jesús vino al mundo para ayudarlo a abrirse y decidir ver. Por eso si tú eres del mundo debes entender que tú también puedes elegir nacer de nuevo: creer y seguir y conocer a Jesús.&lt;br /&gt;1 Jn. 5:4-5 “Porque todo lo que es nacido de Dios vence al mundo; y esta es la victoria que ha vencido al mundo, nuestra fe. ¿Quién es el que vence al mundo, sino el que cree que Jesús es el Hijo de Dios?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jesus came to the world to help it open up and to choose to see. That’s why if you’re from the world you need to understand that you also can choose to be born again: to believe and to follow and to know Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;1 Jn. 5: 4-5 “for everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gesu e’ venuto al mondo per aiutarlo a aprirsi e scegliere vedere. Per questo e che se tu sei del mondo tu debi capire che tu puoi scegliere e essere nato di nuovo: credere e seguire e conoscere Gesu.&lt;br /&gt;1 Giovanni 5:4-5 “Chi potrebbe mai vincere il mondo, se non chi crede che Gesù è il Figlio di Dio? Gesù Cristo è colui che è venuto con acqua e sangue; non con l'acqua soltanto, ma sia con l'acqua che col sangue. Ed è lo Spirito che ne rende testimonianza, perché lo Spirito è la verità.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-4712524549828176671?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/4712524549828176671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=4712524549828176671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4712524549828176671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4712524549828176671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-mundo-y-nosotros-world-and-us-il.html' title='El Mundo y NOSOTROS / The World and US / Il Mondo e NOI'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-8145017830065343301</id><published>2009-07-19T20:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:45:11.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Live www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ya no pienso en que pasara, solo confió que SUCEDERA lo que tiene que suceder. Mientras pasa y espero en Chile he creado “Live”. Live en un sitio Web donde ofrezco conversaciones en vivo en Ingles o español. Cada sesión dura 45 min. y tiene un costo de US$40.00 puedes revisarlo en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Si conoces a alguien que le interese perfeccionar su Ingles o su español podrías referírselo ¿por favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este jueves que paso asistí a un seminario para plantadores de iglesias de las Iglesias Viña acá en Chile. Me sentí muy bien viendo rostros conocidos que no veía hace años, incluyendo un tío abuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don’t think in what’s going to happen anymore, I just trust that what has to happen WILL happen. While I wait here in Chile I have created “Live”. Live is a website where I offer live conversations in English and Spanish. Each session lasts 45 min. and costs US$40.00 You can check it out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; If you know someone who would be interested in improving his/her English or Spanish could refer him/her to the site please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday I went to a seminary for church planters from the Vineyard churches here in Chile. I felt very good seeing familiar faces that I hadn’t seen for years, including a “uncle/grandfather”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Non penso piu in che e’ quello se succedera’, solo mi fido che SUCCEDERA’ quello che debi succedere. Mentre succede e aspetto qui in Cile ho creato il sitio Web “Live”. Live e un sitio Web dove offro conversazione in vivo in Inglese e Spagnolo. Ogni sesion dura 45 min. E ha un costo di US$40.00 Puoi guardarlo su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; se conosci qualquno che puo essere interesato in migliorare il suo/sua inglese o spagnolo puoi parlarle dell sitio per favore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo Giovedi sono andata a un seminario di piantadore di chiese delle Chiese Vineyard qui in Cile. Mi ho sentito molto beve, trovando tante persone che non avevo visto in tanti anni. Anche un “Zio nono”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-8145017830065343301?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/8145017830065343301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=8145017830065343301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8145017830065343301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8145017830065343301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/07/live.html' title='Live www.liveenglishconversations.webs.com'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-8366216715284853267</id><published>2009-07-15T23:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:43:37.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-8366216715284853267?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1242b611ee22106&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=56fd3b3ad475479d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d5f9c3b676fb56c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/8366216715284853267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=8366216715284853267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8366216715284853267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8366216715284853267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/07/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2782441773215158726</id><published>2009-07-09T23:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:30:21.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta Marzo/Until March/Fino a Marzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Con 100 puntos de diferencia gana mi hermano en el juego de cartas. Es la segunda vez que jugamos desde que estoy en Chile y les digo que esos momentos compartidos son ya tesoros en mi corazón que valen más que cualquier oro el mundo me pueda ofrecer. He decidido quedarme en Chile a pasar las fiestas de navidad y año nuevo. Durante este tiempo confió el Señor me mostrará el próximo paso. En mi mente yo me estoy programando para partir a Italia en Marzo 2010. ¿Como? No lo se, si es el tiempo de Dios el proveerá de un camino y una misión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With 100 points of difference my brother wins the cards game. It’s the second time we’ve played since I got home and I tell you that these moments shared are already treasures in my heart, which worth is higher than any gold the world could offer me. I have decided stay in Chile until after the holidays of Christmas and New Years. During this time I trust the Lord will show me the next step. In my mind I am programming myself to leave for Italy on March 2010. How? I don’t know, if it’s the Lord’s timing He will provide a way and a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Con 100 punti di differenza il mio fratello vince il giocco di carte. Questa e’ la seconda volta che gioccamo da allora che sono stata arrivata a casa e ti dico che questi momenti compartito sono gia tesori nell mio cuore, cui valgono piu che qualche oro che il mondo possa oferirmi. Ho deciso rimanere qui in Cile doppo le feste di Natale e coppa di anno. In quento tempo mi fido che il Sgnore mi mostrara’ il prossimo passo. Nella mia mente mi sto preparando per partire in Italia in Marzo 2010. Come? Non lo so, ma se e’ il tempo del Signore, Lui provera’ di una strada e di una misione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aqui hay algunos fotos de los primeros re-encuentros con amigos y familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here there’re some pictures of the first “re-encounters” with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Qui ci sono qualche photo dei primi reincontri con quanche amici e famiglia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571839930989394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZdtUTye1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/T3qBWbo2j_Y/s400/invierno+%2709+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                  con mi mama/with my mom/con mia mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571850764098386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZdt8qmm1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/4ITCBOV9_sw/s400/invierno+%2709+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                   Con mi abuelita/with my grandma/con la mia nona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571852294074434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZduCXYMEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BvUATsrJ2o8/s400/invierno+%2709+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                   Con mi amiga mimi/with my friend mimi/con la mia amica mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571863101126754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZduqn-uGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gd64BSggVNE/s400/invierno+%2709+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   Con mi amigo Juan/with my friend Juan/con il mio amico Juan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571872238177186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZdvMqbC6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/78dk2qLPSO4/s400/invierno+%2709+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   Con mi amiga Dani/With my friend Dani/Con la mia amica Dani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356572562707555362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZeXY3JpCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lTnYpYYODso/s400/invierno+%2709+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   Con mi amiga Joy/with my friend Joy/ con la mia amica Joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356572601550817602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZeZpkGyUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BiZQDIp_FOQ/s400/invierno+%2709+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                  la cara de Felie despues de algo "comico" que dije/ Felix's face after something "funny" I said/la faccia di Felix doppo qualcosa "divertente" che ho detto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2782441773215158726?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2782441773215158726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2782441773215158726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2782441773215158726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2782441773215158726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/07/hasta-marzountil-marchfino-marzo.html' title='Hasta Marzo/Until March/Fino a Marzo'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SlZdtUTye1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/T3qBWbo2j_Y/s72-c/invierno+%2709+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2213431672136594649</id><published>2009-07-02T05:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:15:32.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>15:8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Va casi una semana que estoy en casa. Esta vez no es como las veces cuando venia a visitar en las vacaciones de la U. Esta vez hay una paz que me dice “es aquí donde debes estar” pero no es algo permanente, solo por un tiempo, pero un tiempo que hasta ahora es indefinido. Esperaré a que Dios abra las puertas hacia el próximo paso. Pero mientras espero debo serle fiel en lo que me esta dando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It’s been almost a week since I’ve been home. This time is not like in the past when I’ld come home to visit during a college break. This time there’s a peace that tells me “here’s where you’re supposed to be” but it’s not something permanent, it’s just for a time, but a time that until now is undefined. I will wait for the Lord to open the doors towards the next step. While I wait I must be faithful to what He’s giving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;C’e’ quasi una settimana que sto a casa. Ma questa volta non e’ come le volte quando venivo a visitare per le vacanze della universita’. Questa volta c’e’ una pace che mi disse: “e’ qui dove dibi stare” ma non e’ qualcosa permanente, e’ solo per un tempo, ma un tempo che fino adesso e’ indeterminato. Aspetaro’ al Signore di aprire le porte al prossimo paso. Ma adesso debo essere fidele a quelo che Lui mi da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Entiendo que para algunas personas esto es difícil de entender y mi modo de ver la vida es un poco utópico. Pero vivir así y depender de la fe es lo que decidí al comenzar la aventura de ir a estudiar en una universidad Bíblica en USA. Este es el éxito que busco en la vida. Dios es fiel y eso es lo más importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I understand that for some people this is hard to understand and my way to look at life is a little bit like a utopia. But to live this way and to depend of faith is what I chose at the beginning of the adventure to go to study at a Bible school in the USA. This is the success I look for in life. God is faithful and that I the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Capisco che per qualche persone questo e’ difficile di capire e la mia maniera di vedere la vitta e un po’ come una utopia. Pero’ vivere questa forma e dependere della fede e quello che ho scelto al cominscio della aventura di andare a studiare a una universita’ Bibbica in USA. Questo e’ il essito che io cerco nella vita’. Dio e fedele e quello e’ lo piu importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Juan 15:8 “En esto es glorificado mi Padre, en que llevéis mucho fruto, y seáis así mis discípulos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;John 15:8 “This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Giovanni 15:8 “In questo è glorificato il Padre mio, che portiate molto frutto, e cosí sarete miei discepoli.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2213431672136594649?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2213431672136594649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2213431672136594649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2213431672136594649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2213431672136594649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/07/158.html' title='15:8'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4654305320732032959</id><published>2009-06-27T18:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:04:45.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Ciudad/My Town/La Mia Citta'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estoy de vuelta en casa, con mi familia y estoy feliz de tener este tiempo con ellos. Así como mi mama me dice, debemos aprovecharlo porque no sabemos cuando llegara el momento de partir de nuevo, eso solo Dios lo sabe. Dios es tan sabio, mandarme aquí, tengo tanta paz. Aunque mi corazón aun desea volver a Italia, no siente apuro, se que todo tiene su tiempo. Se que este es el tiempo de compartir con mi familia, vivir vida de familia, y dejar a Dios moldear y afirmar en mi lo que me ha estado enseñando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I’m back home, with my family. I’m happy to have this time with them. Just like my mom tells me, we need to enjoy this time because we don’t know when the time to leave again will come, that only God knows. God is so wise, to send me here, I have so much peace. Even though my heart still wants to go back to Italy, there’s no hurry, I know it all has its time. I know this is the time to share with my family, to live family life, and to let God shape and affirm in me those things he has been teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sono ritornata a casa, con la mia famiglia e sono contenta di spendere questo tempo con loro. Come mia mama disse, dobiamo goderlo perche non sapiamo quando arrivara il momento di partire di nuovo, quello solo Dio lo sa. Dio e’ molto zappio, mandarmi qui, ho tanta pace. Il mio cuore anchora vuole ritornare in Italia, ma non ce’ fretta, so che tutto ha il tempo propio. So che queste e’ il tempo per spender con la mia famiglia, habitare in famiglia, e’ permitere a Dio darle forma e farsi valere in me quello che Lui mi e’ stato insegnando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Llegamos en la mañana con mi papa del aeropuerto. Aun no salía el sol. Mi mama fue a abrirnos el portón, ahí fue cando la abrace. Al entrar en la casa vi a mi hermano y el se sonrió, yo salte de la alegría y el dijo noooo porque sabia que yo iba a darle besos como cuando era chico, pero como ya no es un niño me contuve. Igual me permitió un beso! Después de desayunar con ellos tome una siesta. En la tarde empezó a llegar el resto de la familia, mis abuelos, tíos y tías y primos. Uno de ellos fue mi primo Mauricio, el siempre ha venido a verme, pero esta vez es esposo y padre, conocí a su hijo por primera vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My dad and I arrived in the morning from the airport. The sun wasn’t out yet. My mom opened the door for us, that’s when I hugged her. Walking inside the house I saw my brother, he smiles, I jumped of happiness and he said noooo because he knew I was going to give him kisses as when he was little, but since he’s not a kid anymore I restrained myself. He still let me give him one kiss! After having breakfast with them I took a nap. In the evening the rest of the family began to arrive, my grandparents, my uncles and aunts, my cousins. One of them was my cousin Mauricio, he always comes to see me, but this time he’s a husband and a father, I met his son for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mio papa e io siamo arrivati in la mattina dal aeroporto. Il sole non era anchora. Mia mamma ha aperto la porta per noi, e li’ quando le ho datto il primo abraccio. Al entrate in casa ho visto il mio fratello e lui si sorriso, io saltai della emozione e lui disse noooo perche seppe sarei andata a bacciarlo come quando lui era piccolino, pero’ perche lui non e’ piu un piccolo bambino me ho saputo contenere. Ma lui mi la lasciato avere un baccio! Doppo fare la colazione con loro ho fatto il pisolino. Nella sera sono arrivati il resto della mia famiglia. I miei noni, i miei zii e i miei cugini. Uno di loro e stato il mio cugino Mauricio, lui sempre viene a visitarmi, ma questa volta lui e’ un marito e un padre, ho conoscuto il suo figlio per la prima volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352048633955838002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkZL4E-NaDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QDu0ehUHB_k/s400/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mauricio &amp;amp; su &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hijo&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;figlio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352048638952801042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkZL4XllAxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RaPCpHEIH8I/s400/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tomando una siesta en la cama de mi hermano ya que el estaba jugando en el computador en mi pieza&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taking a nap in my borhter's bed since he was playing in the computer in my room&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;faccendo il pisolino nella stanza del mio fratello perche lui era nella mia stanza giocando al computer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y un recuerdo del viaje con mi papa por la costa oeste de USA&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and a memory of the trip I took with my dad in the weast coast of the USA&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e' un ricordo del giro fatto con mio papa sulla costa ovest in 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Citta&apos;'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkZL4E-NaDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QDu0ehUHB_k/s72-c/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4864774227118059395</id><published>2009-06-21T08:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:51:50.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Reino/ The Kingdom/ Il Regno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bruce Wilkinson en su libro “La Oración de Jabes” resalta la importancia de orar así como lo hizo Jabes en 1 Cronicas 4:9-10. Jabes pide a Dios que lo bendiga, expanda su territorio, ponga su mano sobre el, y lo libre del mal.  Me gusto el libro porque me ayudo a ver la importancia de orar estas tres cosas juntas. He orado así en el pasado, pero por separado, enfatizando cada aspecto de acuerdo a la situación y el tiempo en el que me encuentro. Desde que leí este libro he comenzado a enfocarme en integrar los cuatro aspectos como parte de una misma oración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Bruce Wilkinson in his book “The Prayer of Jabez” talks about the importance of praying like Jabez did in 1 Chronicles 4:9-10. Jabez prays to God to be blessed, to expand his territory, that His hand would be with him, and to be kept from evil. I liked the book because it helped me to see the importance of praying these three things together. In the past I have prayed these, but separately, emphasizing each aspect according to the situation and the time I find myself. Since I read this book I have begun to focus on integrating the four aspects as part of the same prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bruce Wilkinson nel suo libro “La preguiera di Jabez” parla di la importanza di preghare cosi come lo ha fatto Jabez su 1 Croniche 4:9-10. Jabez prego a Dio di benedirlo, expandere il suo territorio, che la Sua mano restara sopra lui, e che lo liberara dal male. Sul pasato ho pregato tutte queste cose, separatemente pero’, faccendo importanza da acordo con la situazione e il tempo mi trovava. Fino che ho letto questo libro ho cominsciato a infocarmi in integrare i cuatro aspetti come parte di una stessa preguiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esta semana mientras viajando con mi papa en USA he orado esta oración, y ha sido increíble como Dios ha respondido a expandir mi territorio por su reino. Una noche en un bus de regreso al hotel me voltee a la  mujer que estaba atrás mió ya que la escuche hablando en italiano y le pregunte si era italiana. Sí, me respondió, y en eso su hijo se unió a la conversación. Muy pronto mi papa y yo nos bajamos del bus y seguimos caminando pero nos detuvimos para esperar por el semáforo. En eso yo oraba: “oh Dio, expande la oportunidad…aun mas” entonces ahí se me acercan por detrás, y ahora también estaban el esposo y la hija. Comenzaron a hacer preguntas sobre mi país Chile y mi historia con Italia; les explique que soy una “misionera” y lo que creo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This week while traveling with my dad in USA I have prayed this prayer and it has been amazing how God has answered my request of expanding my territory for His Kingdom. One night on the bus riding back to the hotel, I looked back at a woman standing behind me who I heard speaking in Italian and I asked her if she was Italian. Yes, she answered, at the same time her son joined the conversation. Very soon my dad and I got off the bus and continued walking but had to wait for the stop light to change. At the same time I was praying: “Oh Lord, expand this opportunity…even more” so right then they came behind me, and now there were also the husband and the daughter. The begun to ask me questions about my country Chile and my story with Italy; I explained I am a missionary and what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Questa settimana sono stata in giro con il mio padre in USA e ho pregato questa preguiera e e’ stato stupendo come Dio ha risposto la riquesta si spandere il mio territotio per il suo regno. Una notte ce’ramo sull bus in ritorno al albergo, ho guardato alla dona cui era dietro da me perche parlava in italiano e le ho chiesto se lei era Italiana. Si, ha detto, nell stesso tempo che il suo figlio si aggiungaba a la conversazione. Presto doppo io e il mio papa dovevamo escere. Abbiamo continuato caminando ma siamo reamsti fermi sulla lucce rosso (stop light). Nell stesso tempo era pregando: “oh Signore, spande questa opportunitta...anchora piu” nello stesso secondo loro sono venuti dietro me, adesso ce’ra anche il suo marito e la loro figlia. Loro hano cominsciato a farmi domande sopra il mio paese Cile e la mia storia con Italia; ho spiegato che sono una missionaria e quello che io credo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Al día siguiente mientras caminando en nuestro hotel una joven trato de vendernos un accesorio para el celular, preguntándome de donde era por curiosidad. De Chile le dije, ella me dijo que era de Israel. Con mi papa seguimos de largo y el hizo el siguiente comentario: “Israelita…es una hija de la promesa”. En mi corazón sentí el deber de volver para decirle que soy cristiana y que pienso que es tan especial que ella es una hija de la promesa…Al decir esas palabras a la joven comencé a llorar, explicándole la pena que también sentía al pensar que el pueblo escogido por medio del cual fue posible que Jesús viniera al mundo y así una gentil como yo pudiera hoy gozar de una hermosa relación con Jesús (le conté mi testimonio), no goce de la misma relación. Y que me da pena el pensar en el dolor del corazón de Jesús por querer estar así con ellos. Ella estaba impresionada que yo lloraba por ella y por su pueblo. Ella me hablo de su perspectiva, al mismo tiempo que traducía para su compañera de trabajo que también era israelita pero no entendía lo que sucedía, preguntando una y otra vez si yo era judía también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The next day while walking a girl my age tried to sell us an accessory for the cell phone, asking me where I was from, for mere curiosity. I said from Chile, she said she was from Israel. My dad and I kept walking but he made the following comment:: “Israelite…she’s a daughter of the promise”. Right then in my Herat I felt the duty to go back to tell her I am a Christian and that I think it is so special that she is a daughter of the promise…when saying those words I started to cry, explaining the sorrow I also felt by thinking that the chosen people through whom God sent Jesus to the world, so that he could come and redeem us so that a gentile like me could enjoy of a beautiful relationship with Jesus (I shared my testimony), are not enjoying the same relationship. And that it makes me sad to think of the pain in Jesus’ heart by wanting to be with them. She was amazed that I was crying for her and her people. She told me about her perspectives while also translating my words to her co-worker who also was from Israel but wasn’t following me that easily; she kept asking if I was Jewish as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Il giorno doppo mentre ritornavamo al albergo una ragazza ha probato di venderci un assesorio per il telefonino, anche mi ha chiesto di che paese provenevo. Dal Cile le ho detto, lei mi ha detto lei e’ dall Israel. Con il mio papa abbiamo continuato caminando, ma lui mi ha fatto queste comentario: “israelita...lei e’ una figlia di la promessa”. Nell mio cuore ho sentito la responsabilita’ di tornare in dietro per condividire con lei che io sono cristiana e’ che penso lei e’ molto speciale perche lei e’ una figlia della promessa...cosi ho fatto, ma quando diceva quelle parole alla ragazza ho cominsciato a piangere, spiegando il dolore che sento quando penso che il popolo scelto per Dio, tramite cui Lui a inviato Gesu’, cosi una gentile come me puo oggi godere di un bellisimo rapporto con Gesu’,loro non la hanno. Anche mi fa triste pensare nell dolore che c’e’ nell cuore di Gesu’ perche Lui vuole di essere con loro. Lei era soorpresa che io piangeva per lei e il suo popolo. Lei mi parlo della sua visione e anche fu la traduzzione per la sua amica israelita con chi lavoraba, gia che era confussa e continuava domandando se anche io era giudaica.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-4864774227118059395?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/4864774227118059395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=4864774227118059395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4864774227118059395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4864774227118059395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-reino-kingdom-il-regno.html' title='El Reino/ The Kingdom/ Il Regno'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7619916003122722034</id><published>2009-06-12T02:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:15:59.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamientos en New Orleans y matrimonio/ Thoughts on New Orleans and marriage/ Pensieri su New Orleans e matrimonio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv45pEMYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/79DFFhOxWZc/s1600-h/DSC04356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346247624746086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv45pEMYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/79DFFhOxWZc/s400/DSC04356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv4tTA-dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gyKve3UMPOw/s1600-h/DSC04342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346247621432375762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv4tTA-dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gyKve3UMPOw/s400/DSC04342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv4bs-E_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ezQ4W8V1_gc/s1600-h/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346247616709399538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv4bs-E_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ezQ4W8V1_gc/s400/DSC04332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Estoy escribiendo desde New Orleans, donde estoy visitando a mis amigos Shauna y Aaron Johnson y a su hermosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; Everly. Aunque sean las ultimas semanas que pasare en USA, sin saber cuanto tiempo pasara hasta que retorne a visitar me es imposible ves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; estas semanas de ese modo. A Shauna la veo una vez al anno, y ya que ambas trabajamos con misiones, una vez al anno es algo maravillos que agradecer a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;I’m writing from New Orleans where I’m visiting my friends Shauna and Aaron Johnson and their beautiful little girl Everly. Even though these are the las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;t weeks I am in the USA without knowing how long it would be for the next time I come back to visit, it is impossible for me to look at it that way. I see Shauna once a year, since we both work on missions, once a year is something wonderful to thank God for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Sto sribendo da New Orleans dove sto visitando i miei amici Shauna e Aaron Johnson e la sua cara bambina Everly. E’ certo questi sono gli ultimi setimane in USA senza sapere quando ritornero’ per visitare, ma non posso pensare cosi di questi giorni. Shauna e io ci troviamo una volta al anno, perche tutte due facciamo le misionere, ma una volta al anno e qualcosa meravigliosa, e reingrazio a Dio per questo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Coversando con Shauna anoche me di cuenta de algo de mi vida. El trabajo mas importante de Shauna es ser una esposa y una madre. Shauna y Aaron son misioneros en New Orleans, se mudaron aqui 3 annos atras, para ayudar con los dannos causados por el huracan Katrina, fisicos e espirituales. Cuando Shauna y Aaron decidieron casarse, eligieron comenzar una familia, lo que moldea y define su estilo de vida asi como su ministerio. Ambos optaron por sacrificar parte de su persona para complementarse con el otro y asi comenzar una vida juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Talking with Shaun last night I realized of something about my life. Shauna’s main job is to be a wife and a mother. Shauna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;y Aaron so misioneros en New Orleans, they moved here 3 years ago, to help with the damage caused by hurricane Katrina, both physical and spiritual. Whan Shauna and Aaron decided to get married, they chose to begin a family, which shapes and defines their lifestyle as their ministry. Both chose to sacrifice part of their self to be complemented by the other and that way begin a life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Parlando con Shauna ieri sera ho capito qualcosa della mia vita. Il lavoro piu importante di Shauna e’ essere una brava moglie a una brava mama. Shauna e Aaron fanno ministerio qui in New Orlenas, loro sono venuti a habitare qui 3 anni fa doppo il hurracane Katrina, per aiutare a reconstruire, fisicamente e espiritualemente. Quando Shauna e Aaron hanno deciso di sposarsi loro hanno deciso di cominsciare una famiglia, questo da forma e define il loro stilo di vita e il loro ministerio. Tutte due hanno scelto sacrificare parte di la loro persona per essere complementaro con il altro e da quealla maniera cominsciare una vita insieme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Yo confio que Dios tiene una persoan preparada para mi, pero estoy dispuesta a sacrificar mi estilo de vida? Mi independencia para viajar y para tomar decisions?, asi como el ser responsable solo por mi? Todos estos annos he querido conocer a esa persona pero no he estado dispuesta a sacrificar parte de mi. Ahora comprendo que el matrimonio es mucho mas que una decision, es un compromiso y una eleccion que se toma. Talvez ahora recien, despues de las aventuras vividas por fe, comienzo a entender con mayor sabiduria las palabras de mis padres, que aquel sacrificio es una fuente de gozo y una joya preciosa. Asi en tantas cosas de la vida. Jesus nos pide ser frios o calientes, no tibios. Es todo o es nada, es siempre o es nunca, es blanco o es negro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;I trust that God has someone for me, but am I willing to sacrifice my lifestyle? My independence to travel and to make desiciones? and the fact that I am responsible only for myself? All these years I have wanted to meet that person but I have not been willing to sacrifice part of me. Now I understand that marriage is more than a decision, it’s a commitment and a choice we make. Maybe just now, after the adventures lived by faith, I begin to understand with more wisdom my parents words that that sacrifice is a source of joy and a beautiful jewel. It’s that way in many things in life. Jesus asks as to be either cold or hot, not warm. It’s everything or nothing, it’s always or never, it’s white or black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Mi fido che Dio ha una persona per me, pero’ sono pronta per sacrificare il mio stilo di vita? La mia independenza per viaggiare e fare I miei decisione? Il fatto che sono resonsabile solo da me stessa? Tutti questi anni ho voluto Dio di presentarmi quella persona ma io no ho voluto di sacrificare parte di me. Adesso capito che il matrimonio e’ molto di piu che una decisione, e’ anche un compromiso e una scelta che se facce. Magari adesso, doppo gli aventure visute per mezzo della fede, cominscio a capire con piu zapienza quelle parole dei miei genitori, che quello sacrificio e una Fontana di goia e una goia bellisima (pietra preciosa, bellisima) Cosi nella vita sucede frequentemente. Gesu’ ci chiede di essere frio o caldo, non cosi cosi. E’ tutto or niente, e’ sempre or mai, e bianco or nero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346247611528828290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv4IZ01YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/thI_aLV0L-8/s400/DSC04308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346247615771347378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv4YNUibI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DAsfUD4SHDE/s400/DSC04315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7619916003122722034?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7619916003122722034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7619916003122722034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7619916003122722034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7619916003122722034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensamientos-en-new-orleans-y.html' title='pensamientos en New Orleans y matrimonio/ Thoughts on New Orleans and marriage/ Pensieri su New Orleans e matrimonio'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SjGv45pEMYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/79DFFhOxWZc/s72-c/DSC04356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7781135428524528131</id><published>2009-06-02T11:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:37:12.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giro en U/ U Turn/Giro U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;El 16 de Mayo del 2009 me gradué de una Universidad Bíblica, el sueño más grande de mi Corazón. Un tiempo atrás en este año viví in Roma, Italia, por tres meses, aprendí italiano y me enamore del país, siendo este el segundo sueño de mi corazón. Antes de poder matricularme en Lincoln Christian Collage (la Universidad Bíblica de la cual me gradué) pase 6 meses en Maine, USA (2003); para aprender Ingles para mas tarde asistir a una escuela Bíblica en Texas. Sin embargo, después de esos 6 meses Dios me dijo que volviera a Chile. Estaba confundida pero lo hice. Después de un mes conocí a Jen y Joel Searby, quienes me ayudaron a asistir a Lincoln, en Illinois. Aprendí que las maneras de Dios son más grandes que las nuestras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In May 16th, 2009 I graduated from Bible College, the biggest dream of my heart. Earlier this year I got to live in Rome, Italy, for three months, learning Italian and falling in love with the country, being this the second dream of my heart. Before I was able to enroll at Lincoln Christian College (the Bible College from where I graduated) I spent 6 months in Maine, USA (2003); to learn English to later attend to a Bible school in Texas. However, after those 6 months God told me to go back to Chile. I was confused but I did. After a month, I met Jen and Joel Searby who helped me to attend to Lincoln, in Illinois. I learned that God’s ways are higher than ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Il 16 di Maggio sono stata laureate di una universita’ Bibbica, el sonno piu grande del mio cuore. Un tempo fa in questo anno ho habitato a Roma, Italia, per tre mesi, imparai italiano e mi sono stata innamorata del paese, sendo questo il secondo sonno del mio cuore. Prima di poter andare a Lincoln Christian College (la universita’ Bibbica di dove mi sono stata laureata) ho pasato 6 mesi a Maine, USA (2003); per imparare il inglese e dopo andare a una scuola Bibbica a Texas. Doppo gli 6 mesi pero’, Dio mi ha detto di tornare in Chile. Era confusa ma ho fatto cosi. Doppo un mese ho conosciuto Jen e Joel Searby cui mi hanno aiutato per andare a Lincoln, a illinios. Imparai che le maniere di Dio sono piu grande che le nostre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;El 30 de Junio de este año se suponía que iría a China por 6 meses. Sin embargo este fin de semana que paso encontré un signo de “giro en U” en el camino de mi aventura. Dios me esta dirigiendo de regreso a Chile. Es una cuestión de paz y sabiduría. Mi oración a Dios cuando se trata de tomar una decisión de ir a algún lugar y de comprometerse es “Señor, si esta es tu voluntad abre las puertas, todas ellas. Si esta no es, entonces ciérralas, todas ellas.” Dios siempre ha abierto puertas en formas maravillosas. En el caso de ir a LCC proveyó un arancel completo. Esta vez para China, a un mes antes de partir tengo 0 apoyo financiero reunido, y no tuve la paz para saltar sin este, confesando y proclamando que llegara incluso tres días antes de las fechas limites así como ha pasado en el pasado con ir a la universidad en USA, y con ir a Italia. Esta es la primera vez que me encuentro don un “giro en U” como este en el camino que El me ha traído. Mas luego de haber tomado la decisión de girar sentí mucha paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In June 30th of this year I was supposed to leave for China for 6 months. However this past weekend I faced a “U turn” sign on the road of my journey. God is directing me back to Chile. It is an issue of peace and wisdom. My prayer to God when it comes to take a decision of going somewhere and of commitment is “Lord, if this is your will open the doors, all of them. If it is not, then close them, all of them.” God has always opened the doors in amazing ways. In the case of going to LCC he provided full tuition for me. This time for China, 1 month before leaving I had 0 support raised, and I didn’t have the peace to jump without it, confessing and proclaiming it will come even three days before the due dates as it has been in the past with going to College in the USA, and with going to Italy. This is the first time I face a “U turn” like this on the road He has been taking me. But after taking the decision of turning I felt so much peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Il 30 di gunnio di questo anno io doveva partire in China per 6 mesi. Ma queste fine settimana ho incontrato un “Giro U” nella strada della mi aventura. Dio mi sta dirigendo in ritorno in Chile. E’ una questione di pace e di zapienza. La mia preguiera a Dio quando devo fare una desizione di andare a un luogo o di comprometermi  a qualcosa e’ “Signore, se questa e’ la tua volunta apri tutte le porte. Se non lo e’, chiudegli tutti.” Dio sempre ha aperto le porte in maniere meravigliose. In la occassione di andare a LCC Lui ha provveduto tutti i soldi per pagare per la Universita’. Questa volta per China, un mese prima di partire ho zero soldi per andare, e non ho avuto la pace per saltare senza i soldi, confessando e proclamando che arrivara’ tre giorni prima le date in cui c’e’ bisogno, come e’ stato nell pasato con la Universita’ Bibbica, e anche quando andando in Italia. Questa e’ la prima volta che trovo un “giro U” come questo sulla strada per cui Lui mi ha portato. Ma doppo avevo fatto la desizione di girare ho sentito molta pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No puedo esperar a ver lo que Dios tiene en mente. Al salir de los Estados Unidos por una segunda vez sin saber cuando regresare lo hago llena de lecciones aprendidas y de sabiduría. Ahora también hay una parte de mi corazón que pertenece en Italia. Y mi alma…mi alma esta ansiosa por abrazar a mis seres amados, aquellos quienes me han apoyado en cada paso de este camino, aquellos a través de quienes Dios me ha mostrado que la pasión de el “primer amor” por El puede permanecer viva si nos comprometemos y esforzamos en ello cada día. Ellos son mis padres, mi hermano y mis abuelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can’t wait to see what God has in mind. As I leave the States for a second time, without knowing when I’ll be back I leave charged with lessons learned and wisdom. Now there is also part of my heart that belongs in Italy. And my soul…my soul can’t wait to hug my love ones, the ones that have supported me through every single step of this road, those through whom God has shown me that the passion of the “first love” for Him can remain alive if we commit and work for it everyday. They are my parents, my brother and my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Non posso aspettare per vere cosa Dio ha in mente. Andando via degli Stati Uniti per una seconda volta, senza sapere quando tornaro’, lo faccio piena di lezione imaparate e di zapienza. Adesso anche c’e’ una parte del mio cuore che apartenge in Italia. E la mia anima...la mia anima e contenta per abrazare le persone que tanto amo, le persone cui mi hanno apoiato in ogni paso di questa strada, le persone tramite cui Dio mi ha mostrato che la passione del “primo amore” per Lui puo rimanere viva se ci comprometiamo e ci probiamo in quello ogni giorno. Loro sono i miei genitori, il mio fratello, e i miei noni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;También he aprendido que los altos y bajos de la vida son simplemente el camino del misionario. Todo puede desarmarse o todo puede fluir. Es como un sorfista. Se necesita la ola para poder sorfear, tienen que haber altos y bajos. De otra forma no podemos poner en práctica aquello que hemos aprendido. Si no hay tiempos difíciles, como podemos ser flexibles? Si no hay tiempos gratos, como podemos perseverar cuando se pone difícil? Cambios deben verse como desafíos, no como amenazas. El tipo de éxito que busco en la vida lo alcanzo en la medida que vivo mí día a día, enfrentando este tipo de situaciones, con sabiduría, con fe y estando lista para actuar. Este giro en U es algo que nunca antes había experimentado antes, y tengo paz…que más puede pedir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have also learned that in missions the ups and downs of life are simply the path of the missionary. Everything can fall apart or everything can flow. It is like a surfer. There is need for the wave to be able to surf, there has to be ups and downs. Otherwise we can’t put into practice that which we have learned. If there aren’t uncomfortable times, how can we be flexible? If there aren’t comfortable times, how can we persevere when it gets harder? Change should be seen as a challenge, not as a threat. The kind of success I look for in life I reach it in the way I live my everyday, facing these types of situations, with wisdom, with faith and being ready to move. This U turn is something I haven’t experience before, and I have peace….what else can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Anche ho imparato che gli “ups” e “downs” nella vita sono semplicemente la strada del misionario. Tutto puo cadere o tutto puo fluire. E’ come un sorfista. C’e’ bisogno della onda per sorfeare, ci devono avere gli “ups” e “downs”. Di otra maniera non possiamo mettere in prattica quello che aviamo imparato. Se non ci sono gli momemti difficile, come facciamo il essere flessibile? E se non ci sono gli momenti comodi, come facciamo per perseverare quando le cose sono dificcile? Gli cambii devono essere capito come desafii, non come amenaze. Il tipo di essito che cerco sulla vita lo trovo in come vivo ogni giorno, trovando questi tipi di situazioni, con zapienza, con fede e essendo pronta per movermi. Queste giro U e qualcosa che mai ho visuto prima, e ho pace...cosa di piu posso volere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7781135428524528131?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7781135428524528131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7781135428524528131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7781135428524528131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7781135428524528131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/06/giro-en-u-u-turngiro-u.html' title='Giro en U/ U Turn/Giro U'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5606736400110359367</id><published>2009-05-06T04:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:01:10.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenida/Welcome/Benvenuta...en la playa/in the beach/sulla spiagia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dios el Padre. Quien se pregunta ¿por que existe maldad en el mundo? Quien con un punto de vista más agudo piensa la pregunta correcta es ¿Por qué existe bondad en el mundo? Es cierto Dios nos da libertad de elegir, es posible que esa voluntad de elegir nosotros la rindamos a El, y que sucede ahí? Me encanta cuando naturalmente sobrenaturalmente Dios interviene, cuando si nos comprometemos a vivir un estilo de vida que se enfoca en estar en sintonía con Dios, el nos permite oír parte de su voz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God the Father. Who wonders why is there badness in the World? Or who wonders with a sharper point of view why is there goodness in the world? It is truth God gives us freedom to choose, it is possible for us to surrender to Him that will to choose, and what happens there? I love when naturally supernaturally God intervenes, when if we commit to live a lifestyle that focuses on being on tune with God, He allows us to hear part of His voice.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dio il Padre. Chi si chiede per che ci sono cose cative nel mondo? Chi con una vizione piu profonda pensa la domanda corretta e’ per che ci sono cose buone nel mondo? E’ vero che Dio ci da liberta’ per scegliere, e’ possibile che quella liberta’ per scegliere noi la consengiamo a Lui, e cosa succede li? Mi fascina, pero’, quando naturalemente supernaturalemente Dio interviene, quando se ci comprometiamo a vivere uno stile di vita cui si concentra in essere in tono con Dio, lui ci permite di sentire parte di la sua voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Le doy gracias a Dios por ser mi Padre. Le doy gracias a Dios por ayudarme a rendir mi vida a el y enseñarme que aquella rendición debe hacerse cada día, aquel compromiso debe renovarse porque nuestra carne es débil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thank God for being my Father. I thank God for helping me to surrender my life to Him and to teach me that that surrendering must be done every day, that commitment must be renewed because our flesh is weak.&lt;/span&gt; Reingrazio a Dio per essere il mio Padre. Reingrazio a Dio per aiutarmi a consegnare la mia vita a lui e per insegnarmi che quello consegnamento devi essere fatto ogni giorno, quello compromiso devi essere rinovato perche la nostra carne e dobole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;La familia con quien me he estado quedando por unas semanas y para quien soy niñera también, me llevaron a la playa con ellos este fin de semana que paso. Mientras en la arena leyendo un libro en italiano pare por un momento y mire al mar y luego alrededor y me maraville con el camino por el que Dios me lleva, con tanto cuidado, amor y diversión!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; The family I have been staying with for a few weeks and for who I also babysit took me with them to the beach this past weekend. While in the sand reading a book in Italian I stopped for a while to look at the sea and then around me and I was in awe of the road God is taking me, with so much care, love, and fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;La famiglia con cui sono stata per un po di settimane e per cui faccio anche la baby sitter mi ha preso alla spiagia con loro il fine settimana scorso. Mentre sulla sabia leggeba un libro in italiano, mi ho fermato per un momento per guardare intorno al mare e mi ho meravigliato con il sendero per quale Dio mi sta portando, con tropo amore, avendo tropo cura e divertimento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5606736400110359367?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5606736400110359367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5606736400110359367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5606736400110359367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5606736400110359367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/05/bienvenidawelcomebenvenutaen-la-playain.html' title='Bienvenida/Welcome/Benvenuta...en la playa/in the beach/sulla spiagia'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2031033798994808701</id><published>2009-04-27T00:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:45:35.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmo 139</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Es dificil pensar que escribir. Dificil cuando parte de mi corazon ahora pertenece en Italia y para ser sincera, parte de mi mente aun esta alla. Dios me llama a permanecer en El y con ojos cerrados confiarle mis pensamientos del futuro, no son mas mios, sino suyos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is hard to write. Hard when part of my heart now belongs in Italy and to be honest, part of my mind is still there. God is calling me to dwell on Him and with closed eyes trust him my thoughts about the future, they're no longer mine, but His. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E' difficile scrivire. Difficile quando parte del mio cuore adesso appartengi in Italia e per essere sincera, anche parte della mia mente e' anchora la. Dio mi sta chiamando per restare in Lui e con i miei ochi chiusi fidargli i miei pensieri sul futuro, non sono piu miei, ma suoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ahora esoty en USA, para graduarme el 16 de Mayo. Mientras llega esa fecha estare viviendo con una familia amiga mia donde soy ninera y profe de espanol para los ninos. En Julio comenzara la aventura en China donde ire con una organizacion para hacer campamentos de verano para huerfanos y luego qudarnos hasta diciembre para lanzar un proyecto donde acogeremos jovenes que estan saliendo del orfanatorio, proveyendoles de un lugar de transicion. Contaremos con la ayuda de traductores tambien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I am in the USA, to graduate on May 16th. Meanwhile I will be living with a family friend where I baby sit and tutor the kids with Spanish. On July will begin the adventure to China where I will go with an organization to do summer camps for orphans to then stay til December to launch a new project where we'll host youth that are leaving the orphanage, providing a place of transition. We'll count with the help of translators too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Adesso sono in USA, per laurearme il 16 Maggio. Mentra quel giorno arriva habitaro' con una famiglia amica dove faccion la babby sitter e insegnante di Spagnolo per i bambini. In Luglio la aventura a China cominczia, dove andro' insieme a una organisazione che fare i campeggi di stivi per gli orfani e rimanero' fino a Dicembre per cominzciare un nuovo prgetto dove ragazzi che sono pronti per laurearsi dal orfanitrofi habitarano' con noi, avendo un luogo di tansizione. Avremo' la aiuta di tradutorri anche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOGrqtle5YQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOGrqtle5YQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2031033798994808701?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2031033798994808701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2031033798994808701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2031033798994808701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2031033798994808701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/04/salmo-139.html' title='Salmo 139'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4942985381390525992</id><published>2009-04-19T05:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:03:59.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao Roma</title><content type='html'>El primer tiempo en Italia se ha acabado. Fue hermoso y tengo la conviccion que no ha sido solo una aventura hermosa mas parte de un plan de Dios mas grande del que yo puedo ver ahora. Estoy de vuelta en USA y en un mes me graduare de la Universidad. Dios ha sido y es tan fiel. El es maravilloso y rindo a El todos mis deseos asi como tambien la comprension de ellos. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first tim in Italy has ended. It was beautiful and I have the conviction that it hasn't been just a beautiful adventure but part of a bigger plan of God, bigger than what I can see right now. I am back in the USA and in a month I will graduate from college. God has been and is so faithfull. He is wonderful and I give up to Him all my desires as also my comprehension of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Il primo tempo in Italia ha finito. E' stato bellisimo e ho la convinzione che e' stato piu da solo una avventura ma parte di un piano grosso di Dio. Piu grosso che lo che io posso vedere adesso. Sono ritornata in USA e in un mese mi laurearo'. Dio e' stato e e' molto fedeli. Lui e' meraviglioso e gli do tutti i miei desiderii e anche la mia comprensione di loro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Todo lo que puedo decir es que se haga la voluntad de Dios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can say is let's God's will be done.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tutto lo che posso dire e' che la volunta' di Dio sia fatta&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aqui van dos videos que reflejan un poco como me siento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here there're two videos that reflect a little bit how I feel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qui ci sono due videi che reflessano un po' come mi sento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78afa1b82eca7a4c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78afa1b82eca7a4c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BDCA9AAFBDC02829CA2956C092692CBE442369A.597D718A855B54CAA8504D9799CA90CF9704EE69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78afa1b82eca7a4c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4bOEm8Hn3qVlrMc9Dq7XH61_KVU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78afa1b82eca7a4c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BDCA9AAFBDC02829CA2956C092692CBE442369A.597D718A855B54CAA8504D9799CA90CF9704EE69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78afa1b82eca7a4c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4bOEm8Hn3qVlrMc9Dq7XH61_KVU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SeI6-lY-5WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eK5kTicWw1Q/s400/Venezia+208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya he dicho muchas veces como el venir a vivir a Italia por algunos meses y aprender el idioma ha sido un sueño de mi corazón, y Dios lo ha hecho realidad. He pasado estos 3 meses en Roma, vivir una vida romana y adaptarme a la sociedad ha sido una experiencia maravillosa. Mas siempre que pensaba en Italia antes de venir pensaba en Venecia, e ir allá ha sido también un sueño.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; I have already said how to come t olive in Italy for some months have been a dream of my heart, and God has made it true. I have spent these 3 months in Rome, to live a Roman life and to adapt to the society has been a wonderful experience. However, every time I would think of Italy before coming I would think of Venice, and to go there has also been a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e93bc488365aeec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e93bc488365aeec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F4223D3AD5447D3CBDA6B2B97767F312856FA45.2EFEC93907B00759E1DB12ECC2FB7A43E99F317B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e93bc488365aeec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-l0bEnCsL-VrE3Ca-gLTWTDVk7I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e93bc488365aeec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F4223D3AD5447D3CBDA6B2B97767F312856FA45.2EFEC93907B00759E1DB12ECC2FB7A43E99F317B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e93bc488365aeec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-l0bEnCsL-VrE3Ca-gLTWTDVk7I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi tiempo en Italia lo puedo resumir como la “luna de miel” que pensé seria mi tiempo en Maine, USA, cuando tenia 18 años, mas aquel tiempo fue “la noche oscura de mi alma” un tiempo de crecimiento espiritual, de sentirme con un árbol plantado firme mas con ramas secas, de tener que confiar y caminar por fe incluso cuando no se puede ver o sentir. Mas en Italia me he vuelto a sentir como una niña que corre a los brazos del Padre. Mi identidad Chilena y mi identidad intercultural de estudiante internacional en USA se complementan y me siento completa, segura, yo misma. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My time in Italy I can summarize as the “honey moon” I thought my time in Maine, USA would be like when I had 18 years old, but that time was “the dark night of my soul” a time of spiritual growth, of feeling like a tree planted firm but with dry branches, having to trust and to walk by faith even when we can’t see nor feel. But in Italy I have felt, once again, like a girl who runs to the Father’s arms. My Chilean identity and my cross-cultural identity of an international student in the USA complement each other and I feel complete, secure, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así termina este primer tiempo en Italia, en tono con Jesús y con 3 días en Venecia. Hay grandes oportunidades de siguientes pasos a tomar en este caminar en el Reino, pero no los tengo claro, solo se que están ahí. En este momento todo lo que El me dice es “reposa en mi, yo me encargo de lo otro”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This way ends my time in Italy, in tune with Jesus and with 3 days in Venice. There are big opportunities of next steps to take in this journey in the Kingdom, but I don’t have them clear, I just know they are there. In this moment all He is telling me is “rest in me, I take care of the rest”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323882009077545778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SeI6euko-zI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDFXCIUm0Mk/s400/Venezia+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323882013315738338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SeI6e-XGquI/AAAAAAAAADo/QuqJLIwldlQ/s400/Venezia+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323882010976931602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SeI6e1pfTxI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ah0fehGRIU0/s400/Venezia+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8005119157203465234-4872825536472460486?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/4872825536472460486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=4872825536472460486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4872825536472460486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4872825536472460486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-me-llevo-venecia-jesus-took-me-to.html' title='Jesus me llevo a Venecia/ Jesus took me to Venice'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SeI6-lY-5WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eK5kTicWw1Q/s72-c/Venezia+208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-439337981476664345</id><published>2009-04-08T11:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:51:56.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo Bien/All is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gracias a todos los que han mostrado tanta preocupación por el terremoto en Italia. Yo estoy bien, Roma no fue afectada. Yo me encontraba incluso más al sur cuando sucedió. Muchas personas perdieron seres queridos y sus hogares. Oremos por ellos y por todos los testigos de este evento para pensar en la vulnerabilidad de la vida y que sin Dios nada tiene sentido. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who have shown so much concern for the earthquake in Italy. I am fine, Rome wasn’t affected. I found myself even southern when it happened. Many people lost their loved ones and their homes. Let’s pray for them and for all of those who witness this to think on the vulnerability of life and that without God nothing makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ultima semana tuve la visita de David y Jason Bolt, quienes representaron Br&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SdxzC4oGxOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FAV-xjSKJZQ/s1600-h/Firenze,+Villarica,+Torino+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322255353042617570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SdxzC4oGxOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FAV-xjSKJZQ/s400/Firenze,+Villarica,+Torino+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing Me Hope, la organización con la que iré a China. Estuvieron aquí ya que Dios abrió grandes puertas donde me uso como relacionadora publica del Reino. Estuvieron compartiendo sobre el trabajo con huérfanos en China y viendo la posibilidad de hacer campamentos de veranos para niños huérfanos o en riesgo social aquí en Italia. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This last week I had the visit of David and Jason Bolt, who represented Bring Me Hope, the organization I will be going to China with. They were here because God opened great doors where he used me as a public relator for His Kingdom. They were here sharing about the work with orphans in China y looking at the possibility of doing summer camps for orphans or children at social risk here in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya que son mis amigos fui extremadamente bendecida y animada al tenerles aquí. Les presente a Salvatore Loria (mi amigo quien es periodista con quien hice el programa de Tv) También viajamos a Torino a visitar otro amigo muy querido que esta jugando un papel muy importante en los planes de Dios. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Since they are my friends I was extremely blessed and encouraged to have them here. I introduced them to Salvatore Loria (my friend who is a giornalist who I did the tv show with). We also traveled to Torino to visit another very dear friend who is playing a very important role in the plans of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi amiga Kristen llego y estará conmigo toda esta ultima semana que me queda en Italia. Otra bendición de Dios. Estoy ansiosa de seguir viviendo como Dios continua actuando en esta ultima semana de mi primer tiempo en Italia. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today my friend Kristen arrived and will be here with me all this last week I have left in Italy. Another blessing from God. I am anxious to continue living how God continues doing in this last week of my first time in Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-439337981476664345?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/439337981476664345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=439337981476664345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/439337981476664345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/439337981476664345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/04/todo-bienall-is-good.html' title='Todo Bien/All is good'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SdxzC4oGxOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FAV-xjSKJZQ/s72-c/Firenze,+Villarica,+Torino+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-5316911247833426749</id><published>2009-03-27T12:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:41:42.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>weekened conferences/Conferencias de fin de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Scy50B4QYiI/AAAAAAAAADI/FrMcp1_JPZs/s1600-h/Via+Appia+Antica+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317829563526439458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Scy50B4QYiI/AAAAAAAAADI/FrMcp1_JPZs/s400/Via+Appia+Antica+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the catacumbes/de las catacumbas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a lecture of Dr. George A. Rekers. Distinguished Professor Emeritus Neuropsychiatry and Behavioral Science, whom I was able to meet last weekend, I learned the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Stress is normal and results from any situation that requires adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stress can become physically and emotionally harmful when is continuous “distress”&lt;br /&gt;3. Every person can reduce their vulnerability to stress:&lt;br /&gt;· Become aware of your body signals&lt;br /&gt;· Evaluate how vulnerable you are to stress&lt;br /&gt;· Have good social support (love and encouragement of friends and family)&lt;br /&gt;· Take good care of your body (healthy eating, exercise, good sleep)&lt;br /&gt;4. Although you cannot change the situation producing stress you can change your perception to it.&lt;br /&gt;· View change as a challenge, not as a catastrophe/threat&lt;br /&gt;· Be actively involved in your life…don’t hang around&lt;br /&gt;· Have a sense of control, believing that you can make changes everyday that will affect the situation&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn from Biblical principles: (supported by Dr. Harold Koenig from Duke University, faculty of medicine)&lt;br /&gt;· A relationship with God helps to lighten up the discouragement produced by negative experiences&lt;br /&gt;· Faith nurtures motivation and energy to overcome it&lt;br /&gt;· God designed mankind to have a relationship with Him. Stress should be coped with His help, never by us alone. Phil 4:4-7; Heb 13:5; Rom 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How we perceive a situation determines how we respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;-Advantages that Christians have:&lt;br /&gt;· God works all things for the good of the Christians&lt;br /&gt;· Christians have the Holy Spirit in us Gal 5:22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De una conferencia del Dr. George A. Rekers. Distinguido Profesor Emeritus Neuropsiquiatría y Ciencia del Comportamiento, a quien tuve el honor de conocer el fin de semana pasado, aprendí lo siguiente:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cada Persona puede reducir su vulnerabilidad al stress:&lt;br /&gt;· Estar mas conciente de las señales de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;· Evaluar cuan vulnerable eres al stress&lt;br /&gt;· Tener buen apoyo social (amor y animo de amigos y familia)&lt;br /&gt;· Cuidar tu cuerpo (alimentación sana, ejercicio, dormir bien)&lt;br /&gt;2. aunque no puedes cambiar la situación produciendo stress puedes cambiar tu percepción de esta&lt;br /&gt;· Ver los cambios como desafíos, no catástrofes/amenazas&lt;br /&gt;· Estar activamente involucrado en tu vida…no ser mediocre&lt;br /&gt;· Tener control, creyendo que puedes efectuar cambios cada día que afectaran la situación&lt;br /&gt;3. Aprender de principios bíblicos: (Respaldado por el profesor Harold Koenig del departamento de Medicina de la Universita Duke)&lt;br /&gt;· Una relación con Dios ayuda a alivianar el desanimo producido por experiencias negativas&lt;br /&gt;· La fe nutre la motivación y la energía para superar&lt;br /&gt;· Dios diseño al hombre para tener una relación personal con El. Stress debe ser afrontado con su ayuda, nunca solos. Fil 4:4-7; Heb 13:5; Rom 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Como percivimos una situación determina como respondemos a esta.&lt;br /&gt;-Ventajas que tienen los Cristianos:&lt;br /&gt;· Dios transforma todo para el bien de los Cristianos&lt;br /&gt;· Cristianos tienen al Espíritu Santo en nosotros Gal 5:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317829556723951090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Scy5zoiapfI/AAAAAAAAACw/BLkAbQasBUY/s400/Via+Appia+Antica+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Via Appia Antica (pensar que Pablo camino aqui-To think Paul walked here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317829558821446178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Scy5zwWf4iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/utY5Nn82-D8/s400/Via+Appia+Antica+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317829567167555378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Scy50PcXZzI/AAAAAAAAADA/_zZsboYf0bU/s400/Via+Appia+Antica+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-5316911247833426749?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/5316911247833426749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=5316911247833426749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5316911247833426749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/5316911247833426749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekened-conferencesconferencias-de-fin.html' title='weekened conferences/Conferencias de fin de semana'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Scy50B4QYiI/AAAAAAAAADI/FrMcp1_JPZs/s72-c/Via+Appia+Antica+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7555143256585933750</id><published>2009-03-19T18:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:40:42.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The best memory/El mejor recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/ScKNjbzxwkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ttfj42LPP0Y/s1600-h/Lovely+Rome+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314966150150472258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/ScKNjbzxwkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ttfj42LPP0Y/s400/Lovely+Rome+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's too soon to pick what my best memory from italy is. There's still a month left, which will contain so many powerful things God wants to do. The internship will wrap up and new doors will open towards the direction God has in mind. I remember sayign to so many people "I don't know what God will do and teach me in Italy" implicating there were decisions I wasn't able to take at the moment. Now I see what God has started and how much more is to come. I never expected it. It's better than I could imagine. I can't even discribe it because I don't see the whole picture yet. It's like going down on a water slide. It's so fun and exciting, even tohugh you haven't gotten on the pool yet. Right now I am living the time of being on that slide, I love it! and I dont' knwo what the water is going to be like, but I know that it is there and God has build that pool. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se que es demasiado pronto para escoger mi mejor recuerdo de Italia. Que contendra tantas cosas poderosas que Dios quiere hacer. La practica se finalizara y nuevas puertas se abriran hacia la direccion que Dios tiene en mente. Recuerdo decir a muchas personas "no se lo que Dios hara y me ensenara en Italia". Implicando que habian decisiones que no podia tomar en el momento. Ahora veo lo que Dios ha comenzado y tanto mas por venir. Nunca lo espere, es mejor de lo que pude imaginar. Ni siquiera lo puedo describir porque no veo el paisaje entero, no hay una foto panoramica, es como deslizarse en un tubo de agua, es tan divetido y emocionante, aunque aun no llegas a la pisina. En este momento vivo el tiempo de estar en aquel rebalin de agua, me encanta! No se como ira a ser el agua, pero se que esta ahi y que Dios ha construido esa pisina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But on Tuesday my friend Natascia asked me what is my favorite memory so far. I thought of it and I said "the time when I got sick of being in the train, starting to complaing of the hit and the amount of poeple in there. Becuase that day the excitement of the new was gone and it had become a routine, my routine in Rome. I wasn't an outsider anymore. I was commuting with so many other Italians, with the goal of getting somewhere to do our job, living our lives in Rome. That day I had taken an step forward towards the cultural adaptation process in Rome, Italy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero el Martes mi amiga Natascia me pregunto cual es mi mejor recuerdo hasta ahora. Pense y le dije "La vez cuando me harte de estar en el tren, comenzando a quejarme del calor y de la cantidad de personas. Porque ese dia la emocion de lo nuevo se habia acabado y habia comenzado a ser rutina, mi rutina en Roma. Ya no era una extrana. Me transportaba con tantos otros Italianos, con el gol de llegar a algun lugar a hacer nuestro trabajo, viviendo nuestras vidas en Roma, Italia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I literally jumped in the train, as I was late. I arrived to the track, saw the doors opened and without thinking it twice I jumped! a few secons after the doors closed! I was right on time, to had waited for another train would've had made me extremly late and my lovely friend Sophie was waiting for me in the other side of Rome. Since I was on a rush I rushed through Termini letting my feet lead out of habit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy literalmente salte dentro del tren, ya que estaba atrasada. Llegue al riel de partina, vi las puertas abiertas y sin pernsarlo 2 veces salte! segundos mas tarde las puertas se cerraron. Estaba justa en el tiempo, haver esperado otro tren me habria retrasado aun mas y mi querida amiga Sophie me esperaba en el otro lado de Roma. Ya que estaba apurada me apure en Termini dejando a mis pies guiarme por fuerza de costumbre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; In this way I arrived to the metro. I got in, I sat down, took a breath and I realized I hadn't check the direction, meaning I had done everythign as usual, but today i wasn't going towards Barberini! so I stand up and jump out before starts going. Run up the same stairs I came down, turn left and run down an other set of stairs and arrive at the same time as the metro, so got on it. When I finally arrived to Ottaviano, as I was taking the stair out of the metro my phone rings and is Sophie. We met up the and the rest you can see in these pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; De esta forma llegue al metro. Entre, me sente, tome un respiro y me di cuenta que no habia verificado la direccion, lo que significaba habia hecho todo como de costumbre, pero hoy no iba hacia Barberini! me puse de pie y salte fuera antes que partiera. Corri las mismas escaleras por las que habia bajado, doble a la izquierda y baje otro set de escaleras, llegando al mismo tiempo que llegaba el metro, asi que me subi. Cuando finalmente llegue a Ottaviano, en la medida que subo las escaleras fuera del metro suena mi celular y es Sophie. Nos encontramos y el resto lo pueden ver en estas fotos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314966143263433282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/ScKNjCJx4kI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ulyq_oDlH_s/s400/Lovely+Rome+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314967136636569266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/ScKOc2wZBrI/AAAAAAAAACo/k3u3LV3X6SU/s400/Lovely+Rome+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb9627f02124adb4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb9627f02124adb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D191EAC4671F527AFE197C677FBBB4F84894CF2AC.ECB78E05AA8F748127FFAAA0CF428D510B74CEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb9627f02124adb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_YBJ_siKcqbtXaTZzNBshA3WPLY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb9627f02124adb4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D191EAC4671F527AFE197C677FBBB4F84894CF2AC.ECB78E05AA8F748127FFAAA0CF428D510B74CEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb9627f02124adb4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_YBJ_siKcqbtXaTZzNBshA3WPLY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7555143256585933750?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb9627f02124adb4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7555143256585933750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7555143256585933750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7555143256585933750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7555143256585933750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-memoryel-mejor-recuerdo.html' title='The best memory/El mejor recuerdo'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/ScKNjbzxwkI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ttfj42LPP0Y/s72-c/Lovely+Rome+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-8889473551039834710</id><published>2009-03-15T18:31:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:53:23.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Domenica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at the Ciampino church I was asked to share my testimony. I told the journey of faith of leaving Chile for the first time to go to Maine, obeying God as He led me and opened doors for me to go to Bible College in the US. How I met the Searbys and how faithful God is always. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hoy en la iglesia de Ciampino comparti mi testimonio. Conte la historia de fe de salir de Chile por la primera vez hacia Maine, obedeciendo a Dios y el guiandome, abriendo puertas para mi para ir a una Universidad Biblica en USA. Como conoci a los Searby y cuan fiel Dios es siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fd1e1dc52e4db6c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fd1e1dc52e4db6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDB045312BBABE87D9209933ECC4FED71B4DAEF5.5A85BDEEE13512380DFEE04195965A41AF22CB74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fd1e1dc52e4db6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJezA1aWgdR1zdsaRYT7KJ0bcm0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fd1e1dc52e4db6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDB045312BBABE87D9209933ECC4FED71B4DAEF5.5A85BDEEE13512380DFEE04195965A41AF22CB74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fd1e1dc52e4db6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJezA1aWgdR1zdsaRYT7KJ0bcm0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shared how to live in Italy for a while and learn the language was also a dream of my heart and that this May when I would graduate both big dreams had become truth. I encouraged them to believe God gives us the dreams of our heart, but that the point is not what we do but to grow in undertanding of Him as our Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comparti de como vivir en Italia por algun tiempo y de aprender el lenguaje era tambien un sueno de mi corazon y como este Mayo al graduarme ambos grandes suenos habran sido realidad. Les anime a creer que Dios nos da los suenos de nuestro corazon, pero que el punto no es lo que hacemos sino crecer en el entendimiento de El como nuestro Padre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finished telling about China and answering some questions. One was what my parents think of all these. I told them that they know God is on this and they support me. Their support has been and is crucial for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Termine contando sobre China y respondiendo a algunas preguntas. Una fue que piensan mis papas sobre todo esto. Les dije que saben que Dios esta en esto y me apoyan. Su apoyo ha sido y es crucial para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is franca, the lady i live with/&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Aqui esta franca, la senora con la que vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1YZM4MI/AAAAAAAAACA/4mxpq5FFToc/s1600-h/Sunday+testimony+at+church+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313497510936633538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1YZM4MI/AAAAAAAAACA/4mxpq5FFToc/s400/Sunday+testimony+at+church+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1aaLw6I/AAAAAAAAACI/HPhWSkYGw34/s1600-h/Sunday+testimony+at+church+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313497511477625762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1aaLw6I/AAAAAAAAACI/HPhWSkYGw34/s400/Sunday+testimony+at+church+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claudio, Davide, Cristina &amp;amp; io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1lqW_eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v5cZGtI0XXw/s1600-h/Sunday+testimony+at+church+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313497514498260450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1lqW_eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v5cZGtI0XXw/s400/Sunday+testimony+at+church+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudio, Cristina, &amp;amp; io&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-8889473551039834710?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5fd1e1dc52e4db6c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/8889473551039834710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=8889473551039834710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8889473551039834710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8889473551039834710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-domenica.html' title='La Domenica'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sb1V1YZM4MI/AAAAAAAAACA/4mxpq5FFToc/s72-c/Sunday+testimony+at+church+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7765574495716436918</id><published>2009-03-13T17:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:18:37.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Colosseo e Aprile</title><content type='html'>tanto ha pasado desde la ultima entrada. Debido a problemas logisticos, una vez cumplidos mis 3 meses en Italia, asi como en todos los paises de la Union Schengen no puedo volver hasta despues de otros 3 meses, Por lo tanto el 15 de Abril debo retornar a USA. Es la norma para todos los turistas. Exepto que haya una visa especial, la que yo no tengo. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So much has happened since my last entry. Due to logistic issues, once I completed my 3 months in Italy, and in any country of the Schengen Union, I can't come back until after another 3 months, therefore on April 15th I have to return to the USA. It's the norm for every turist. Except one has a special visa, which i dont'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finalizare mi practica normalmente y aun podre realizar todas las actividdes planeadas, y requeridas. tendre que completar mis deberes de lectura y escritura en USA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will finalize my internship normally and still will be able to do all the planned activities, and required. i will have to complete my reading and writting assignemnts in the USA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;El principal pensamiento de estos meses de mi vida se resume en el siguiente video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The main thought of these months of my life is sumarized in the following video.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f387906e35d47e2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df387906e35d47e2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A44FF562874BA1366E4406BA68E98E61ECB5721.1FCEAF83BCBD72333733DE4EA05D3C2D358CD9B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df387906e35d47e2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBWhw8SWu3JXCeCL6EHip5mIOfaA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df387906e35d47e2b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A44FF562874BA1366E4406BA68E98E61ECB5721.1FCEAF83BCBD72333733DE4EA05D3C2D358CD9B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df387906e35d47e2b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBWhw8SWu3JXCeCL6EHip5mIOfaA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-7765574495716436918?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f387906e35d47e2b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7765574495716436918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7765574495716436918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7765574495716436918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7765574495716436918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/03/il-colosseo-e-aprile.html' title='Il Colosseo e Aprile'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7914316777002909816</id><published>2009-03-03T21:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:27:10.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All roads are leading to His plan/Todos los caminos estan llevando a su plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was amazing. I met up with Salvatore in the train station at Aversa. We went to the place where we stayed and later that night went to a church service. He asked me if I would be willing to share my testimony, I said yes. So i shared in front of a big church. It was the faster time i have ever shared of the sroty of God's faithfulness to me in the adventure of going to college in the States, and now also of being in italy and then on July going to China. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Este fin de semana que paso fue maravilloso. Me encontre con Salvatore en la estacion de tren de Aversa. Fuimos al lugar donde nos alojamos y despues al una reunion de la iglesia. Me pregunto si podria compartir mi testimonio, dije que si. Asi que comparti en frente de una iglesia grande. Nunca habia contado la historia de la fidelidad de Dios conmigo en la aventura de is a la universidad en los Estados tan rapido como esta vez, y ahora tambien de estar en italia y de ir a China en Julio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night we went over to dinner at his friend's Pepe's home. There I met his wife grazia, dauther Rafaela and son Emanuel. And so we went back for every dinner and lunch for the rest of the weekend. Amazing conversations happened in that dinner table, from God connecting their vision of helping hurting children and teenagers with David's vision which i will be part of by joining the "China project" (staying in China after camps to start something like foster homes where we help older orpfans in their trancision time from the orphanage to living on their own) to Rafaela wanting to come to camp in China with Bring Me Hope (the organization I am going with). T&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;arde esa noche fuimos a cenar a la casa de su amigo Pepe. Ahi conoci a su esposa Grazia, su la hija Rafaela, y el hijo Emanuel. Y asi volvimos a ir cada noche para cenar y para almorzar. Conversaciones maravillosas tomaron lugar en esa mesa, desde Dios conectando su vision de ayudar a ninos y adolscentes en riesgo con la vision de David de la cual sere parte al unirme al "projecto de China" (quedarme en China despues de los campamentos para comenzar algo como hogares de acogida para adolcentes que estan en un proceso de transicion del la vida de orfanato a la ida independiente) a que Rafaela quiere venir a los campamentos en China con Bring Me Hope (la organizacion con la que voy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was all the learning experience I was exposed to by Salvatore's great and generous heart. I got to talk in a r&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2po0a_LyI/AAAAAAAAABg/-D_G450Mt10/s1600-h/Giugliano+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086054471380770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2po0a_LyI/AAAAAAAAABg/-D_G450Mt10/s400/Giugliano+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adio program, run along side in the process of interviewing people and then edit them...i got to write down some numbers! and even more, to be in a tv show, and all this in Italian! But I gained something else...an Italian father! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Luego se anade toda la experiencia de aprendizaje a que fui expuesta por el corazon grande y generoso de Salvatore. Pude hablar en un programa de radio, participar del proceso de entrevistas a distintas personas y luego editarlas...Pude escribir algunos numeros! y aun mas, ser parte de un programa de tv, y todo esto en Italiano! Pero gane algo mas...un padre Italiano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2ppLDPuEI/AAAAAAAAABo/p305Ym0EDgs/s1600-h/Giugliano+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086060545816642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2ppLDPuEI/AAAAAAAAABo/p305Ym0EDgs/s400/Giugliano+013.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a while I felf like the ministry in italy and the future ministry in China where two different and isolated things. I was torned thinking would I have to choose between the two? I had been praying about this. After this weekend I realized that they are very much connected. God has used all my experiences here in Italay and specially this weekend to confirm me that the vision for children, which I will be "working with" in China is the same that I would be "working with" in italy. What I am trying to say is that it doesn't matter where i look to...there is the vision. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Por algun tiempo senti que el ministerio en italia y el futuro ministerio en China eran 2 cosas diferentes e isoladas. Estaba dividida pensando que tendre que escoger entre los dos? He estado orando sobre esto. Despues de este fin de semana me di cuenta que estan muy bien connectados. Dios ha usado todas mis experiencias aqui en Italia y especialmente este fin de semana para confirmarme que la vision por los ninos, con la cual estare "desarrollando" en China es la misma con la que estaria trabajndo en Italia. Lo que quiero decir es que no importa a donde mire...ahi esta la vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Bolt is who first introduced me to "this vision" it was his vision, I am amazed how God is working around the world and connecting people. I am commited to this vision, I have no doubt is where God is calling me to. He is not calling me to a place. Not China, not Italy, but to the vision. Now the peace I felt i&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2tgKUVJ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hzTUv14I2CU/s1600-h/Christmas+%2708+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309090303776728930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2tgKUVJ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hzTUv14I2CU/s400/Christmas+%2708+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n California that night at David's house, growing stronger on the following morning, concerning comitting to going to China for six months now makes sense. Not completely but holistically. God makes me so happy! He is so much fun! the way He acts is unpredictable, it is always an adventure, I love Him so much! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;David Bolt es quien primero me introdujo a esta "vision", su vision, ahora me maravillo con como Dios esta trabajando alrededor del mundo y conectando gente. Estoy comprometida con esta vision, no tengo dudas es donde Dios me esta llamando. El no me esta llamando a un lugar. No a China, no a Italia, pero a la vision. Ahora la paz que senti en California esa noche en la casa de David, creciendo aun mas fuerte la manana siguiente, relacionada al comprometerme a ir a China por seis meses ahora tiene sentido. No completamente pero holisticamente. Dios me hace tan feliz! El es tan divertido! la forma en la que actua es impredicible, siempre es una aventura, le amo tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2ppD63wuI/AAAAAAAAABw/80-P6Dg9JmA/s1600-h/GBU+friends+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086058631643874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2ppD63wuI/AAAAAAAAABw/80-P6Dg9JmA/s400/GBU+friends+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Colosseum represents to me a great methafor of faith. It reminds me of the faith of the martyrs that died in there not denying Jesus but singing songs of worship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;El Coloseo representa para mi una gran metafora de fe. Me recuerda de la fe de los martires que murieron alli sin negar a Jesus mas cantando canciones de adoracion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have you heard how all roads lead to Rome? I am in Rome, and my goal is that this time will lead me to grow bigger on faith. faith move mountains, and faith can makes us walk on water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Has escuchado que todas las calles llevan a Roma? Yo estoy en Roma, y mi gol es que este tiempo me lleve a crecer en fe. Fe mueve montanas, y la fe puede hacernos caminar sobre agua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Glory to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Gloria a Dios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8005119157203465234-7914316777002909816?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/7914316777002909816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=7914316777002909816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7914316777002909816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/7914316777002909816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-roads-are-leading-to-his-plantodos.html' title='All roads are leading to His plan/Todos los caminos estan llevando a su plan'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/Sa2po0a_LyI/AAAAAAAAABg/-D_G450Mt10/s72-c/Giugliano+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-940064863922136705</id><published>2009-02-25T23:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:10:52.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensaminetos de la manana escritos en la noche/morning thoughts written at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SaXOLfDTpNI/AAAAAAAAABA/jze0BBUbCFQ/s1600-h/Terracina+y+cumple+de+isabella+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306874432635249874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SaXOLfDTpNI/AAAAAAAAABA/jze0BBUbCFQ/s320/Terracina+y+cumple+de+isabella+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;        El primer mes de la escuela de lenguaje esta apunto de terminar. He disfrutado salir en las mañanas a este curso, salir a Roma, tomar el tren y sentirme parte de la masa de la sociedad. Cada vez que camino en Termini, la gran estación de trenes de Roma, desde donde tomo el metro, me recuerdo de mi mama. Termini es como un mall, con muchas tiendas, farmacias, cafés, y un pequeño supermercado. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first month of language school is about to finish. I have enjoyed going out in the mornings to this course, going to Rome, take the train y to feel part of the society. Each time I walk in termini, the big train station in Rome, from where I take the subway, I think of my mom. Termini is like a mall, with lots of stores, drugstores, cofee shops, and a minisupermarket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Recuerdo cuando salía con mi mama a hacer un tramite, o al dentista y antes de tomar el metro de regreso a casa paseábamos a un mini supermercado o a los Leones, paseábamos en esa estación de metro en Santiago que tiene un pequeño complejo comercial. Cuando camino en Termine me acuerdo de mi mama, y me siento como ella, y me siento mas yo, mas completa y segura de que estoy caminando en los pasos correctos, en un sendero ya predestinado por Dios (no me refiero a un lugar fisico, si no a un "tiempo" como del que el libro de Ecclesiastes habla). Durante todo este tiempo predomina en mi un sentimiento no solo de paz pero de armonía, de equilibrio. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when I would go out with my mom to run some arrond, or to the dentist, and before taking the subway to go back home we would stop at a minisupermarket or to "Los Leones", we would walk around that subway station in Santiago that has a little shopping center. When I walk in Termini I think of my mom, and I feel like her, and I feel more myself, more complete and secure that I am walking in the right steps, in a path already ordered by God (I dont' mean a phisical place but a "time" like the book of Ecclesiastes refers to). During all this time predominates in me a feeling not only of peace but also of harmony, of balance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Gracias a algunos de mis "sostenedores economicos" podre tomar el segundo curso de lenguaje. Pero espeo ser situado directamente al tercer nivel! manana parto a Aversa para encontrarme con Salvatore...oren que mi italiano fluya! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to some of my "financial supporters" I will be able to take the second course of language school. I hope to be placed directly on the third level. Tomorrow I live for Aversa to meet up with Salvatore...pray that my Italian will flow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306874673154975890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SaXOZfDraJI/AAAAAAAAABI/R5N4_u1ySJ4/s320/Terracina+y+cumple+de+isabella+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS el domingo pasado visitamos una iglesia en Terracina donde el tio de Andrea es el pastor. Es una iglesia muy pequena que necesita de mucha ayuda en el area de evangelizacion para crecer. Terracina es una ciudad en la costa. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last sunday we visited a church in Terracina where Andrea's uncle is the pastor. It's a very small church that need of a lot of help in the area of evangelization to grow. Terracina is a city in the coast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306875710004964146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SaXPV1n-qzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/POC2lrZ0nYI/s400/Terracina+y+cumple+de+isabella+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mirando al mar/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking at the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-940064863922136705?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/940064863922136705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=940064863922136705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/940064863922136705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/940064863922136705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensaminetos-de-la-manana-escritos-en.html' title='pensaminetos de la manana escritos en la noche/morning thoughts written at night'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SaXOLfDTpNI/AAAAAAAAABA/jze0BBUbCFQ/s72-c/Terracina+y+cumple+de+isabella+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-256432620542921994</id><published>2009-02-19T22:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:42:21.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God's surprise/Sorpresa de Dios</title><content type='html'>This week I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. had talk to my brother who I love and miss with all my heart. I think of him every single day!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sophie and the friendship we are developing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Franca, the lady I live with (Andrea's mom...she's 83 years old). She's so sweet to me, even tohugh she has her Italian character...which I like! and the green tea she offered me a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;4. God's surprise which I tell you all about it bellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esta semana estoy agradecida por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Haber hablado con mi hermano a quien amo y extragno con todo mi corazon. Pienso en el cada dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Sophie y la amistad que estamos desarrollando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Franca, la segnora conla que vivo (la mama de Andrea...tiene 83 angos). Es dulce aunque tiene su caracter italiano...lo que me gusta. Y el te verde que me ofrecio unos minutos atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. La soorpresa de Dios sobre la cual te contare todo a continuacion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4 years ago I met Diane Bryhn who now is editting the book I started to write 1 1/2 year ago as a personal project. I worked for Diane as her interpreter for a journalism conference in Chile. During that time on 2004 I shared about my love and pasion for Italy and the desire to live here for a while to learn the language and the culture. She connected me with Salvatore Loria, an influential Envangelical Italian friend of hers. I e-mailed with him and asked him if I could spend a summer helping out at the church and living with his family. His replied was "Yes! we could use some help and you can stay with us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 angos atras conoci a Diane Bryhn quien esta editando el libro que comence a escribir 1/2 ango atras como un proyecto personal. Trabaje con Diane como su interprete para una conferencia periodistica en Chile. Durante ese tiempo en el 2004 comparti con ella de mi amor y pasion or Italia y el deseo de vivir aqui por un tiempo para aprender el lenguaje y la cultura. Ella me contacto con Salvatore Loria, un italiano evangelico de gran influencia amigo suyo. Le mande un e-mail y le pregunte si podia pasar un verano ayudando en la iglesia y viviendo con su familia. Su respuesta fue "Si! podriamos usar tu ayuda y puedes quedarte con nosotros!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't remember how but we didn't keep in touch. God's timing must had been to only connect for a first time. 2 weeks ago Andrea Gentile was asked by Bryan Rotert and Kyle Koval if he knew someone in Sicile, since Kyle's dream is to visit there because that's where his roots come from. Andra could not think of anybody. And suddenly I remembered of Salvatore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No me acuerdo como pero no mantuvimos el contacto. El tiempo de Dios deve haber sido solo para conectarnos por una primera vez. 2 semanas atras Bryan Rotert y Kyle Koval le preguntaron a Andrea Gentile si conocia a alguien en Sicilia ya que el suegno de Kyle es visitar ese lugar ya que sus raices provienen de alli. Andrea no pudo recordar a nadie. Repentinamente me acorde de Salvatore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I know someone! his name is Salvatore Loria. I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Salvatore Loria! I know a Salvatore Loria, and so does Davide (Andrea's cousin who is leading worship in the video I uploaded last time)&lt;br /&gt;-Could it be the same? I remember that he is a pastor of a big evangelical church in Sicile. I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-well, the Salvatore Loria i know is a journalist. Andrea reaplied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-really?...although that would make more sense that Diane knows him. I thought and said out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Then I added...if it is the same person i will be in awe how God is connecting all I've dreamed of with doors i've knock on years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Yo conozco a alguien! su nombre es Salvatore Loria. Dije.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Salvatore Loria! yo conozco a un Salvatore Loria, y tambien le conoce Davide (el primo de Andrea que dirije la alabanza en el video que subi en el post anterior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Podra ser el mismo?, me acuerdo que es un pastor de una gran iglesia evangelica en Sicilia. Agregue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Bueno, el Salvatore Loria que yo conozco es un periodista. Respondio Andrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-En serio?...aunque eso tiene mas sentido el hecho que Diane le conoce. Pense y dije en alta voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Luego agnadi...si es la misma persona estare en admiracion de como Dios esta conectando todo lo que he sognado con pueras en las que golpie agnos atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A week ago I got re-connected with Salvatore, finding out it is the same person. I am still learning that he is a influential journalist in the Christian world here in Italy. He holds two master of theology from Yale University and he has a heart for hurting children. Above all he is a very humble man who loves the Lord. This servant of the Lord has invited me to be part of a radio programm and a special guest of honor in a tv show that will be recorded live online. i will get to "run" by his side learnign about editing, interviewing and all the behind scenes details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Una semana atras me re-conecte con Salvatore, descubriendo que es la misma persona. Aun estoy aprendiendo que el es un periodista de influencia en el mundo cristiano aqui en Italia. Tiene dos magisters en Teologia de la Universidad de Yale y un corazon por nignos en sufrimiento. Sobre todo es un hombre muy humilde que ama a Dios. Este siervo del Segnor me ha invitado a ser parte de un programa de radio y una invitada especial, de honor a un programa de tv grabado en directo online. "Correre" a su lado aprendiendo sobre editar, entrevistar y todos los detalles que suceden detras de la pantalla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's the surprise? the surprise is that since I started to write the book I've been dreaming of how neat it would be to someday get it published and go places to speak about it. Getting to know people who is the world of the media and learning of new ways in which I could serve God. My book is not close to be published, but my dream to learn in this area is already taking place, and it is taking place in the "long awaited" italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cual es la sorpresa? la sorpresa es que desde que comence a escribir el libro he sognado de cuan estupendo seria publicarlo algun dia, llendo a lugares donde hablar sobre este. Conociendo personas que estan en el mundo de la media y aprendiendo de nuevas formas en las que servir a Dios. Mi libro no se encuentra cerca de ser publicado, pero mi suegno de aprender en esta area ya esta tomando lugar, y nada menos que en la "tan esperada" Italia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve nothing of this story, but if God is giving it to me I believe my responsibility is to share it with you and to encourage you to surrender your dreams to Him. To whish for faith and not for the outcome of it. The purpose is not to move the mountains but to believe that God can move the mountains, enabled by Jesus, present with us through the Holy Spirit. We can move mountains and must proclaim it to the World, confessing the Lord's name. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No merezco nada de esta historia, pero si Dios me la esta dando creo que es mi responsabilidad compartirla contigo y animarte a rendir tus suegnos a El. Anhelar por fe y no por el resultado de la fe. El proposito no es mover las montagnas pero creer que Dios puede mover las montagnas, posible por Jesus, presente con nosotros atraves del Espiritu Santo. Podemos mover montagnas y debemos proclamarlo al mundo, confesando el nombre del Segnor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday, February 28th 8:00 pm (Rome time)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sabado, Febreto 28, 20:00 hrs. (tiempo de Roma) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chiesagiugliano.org/diretta"&gt;www.chiesagiugliano.org/diretta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ps. both programs will be in Italian. I only speak in present and I just learned the passato prossimo. Salvatore said "don't worry, speak all in presend, ...the only trouble would be if there's an existentialist in the audience!....(joke)" please pray that the language mountains move fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ambos programas seran en Italiano. Solo se hablar en presente y reciend aprendi el pasado proximo. Salvatore dijo "no te preocupes, habla todo en presente,...el unico problema seria si hubiera un eistencialista en la audiencia!...(broma)" por favor oren para que las montanas del lenguaje se muevan rapido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-256432620542921994?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/256432620542921994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=256432620542921994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/256432620542921994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/256432620542921994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-surprisesorpresa-de-dios.html' title='God&apos;s surprise/Sorpresa de Dios'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-8862003468855124747</id><published>2009-02-10T15:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:38:42.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>videos and photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hola! finalmente se ha solucionado el problema con el internet asi que aqui estan las fotos y los videos.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Hello! finally the internter is back on so here are some pictures and videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-589e4c0bdcf84616" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D589e4c0bdcf84616%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EE10ED48F4343235B205506BDCAC2B66BDE545C.515B320C17524C22D1527E10F6D80D019FF35A7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D589e4c0bdcf84616%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDsn965o1bpI2nQFRq0x1dLjhcn8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D589e4c0bdcf84616%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EE10ED48F4343235B205506BDCAC2B66BDE545C.515B320C17524C22D1527E10F6D80D019FF35A7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D589e4c0bdcf84616%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDsn965o1bpI2nQFRq0x1dLjhcn8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahora conoceles...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;now meet them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-423792f27050ca89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D423792f27050ca89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8DFCFD383AB3AD3E2DF651CF149430408BAED40.2BCAD958A369AC241510D8AEEBC9E42F55D1395A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D423792f27050ca89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmpvmacWTOdRzBlcpcLigxjie1MM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D423792f27050ca89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331658255%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8DFCFD383AB3AD3E2DF651CF149430408BAED40.2BCAD958A369AC241510D8AEEBC9E42F55D1395A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D423792f27050ca89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmpvmacWTOdRzBlcpcLigxjie1MM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kristina &amp;amp; Yo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237526294301090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SZHHcWi-CaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uAQdWxZjdsQ/s320/Rome+%2709+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-8862003468855124747?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=423792f27050ca89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=589e4c0bdcf84616&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/8862003468855124747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=8862003468855124747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8862003468855124747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/8862003468855124747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/02/videos-and-photos.html' title='videos and photos'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SZHHcWi-CaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uAQdWxZjdsQ/s72-c/Rome+%2709+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-358530154054179645</id><published>2009-02-03T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:49:41.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano, piano</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to upload two videos I too on sunday at church but the internet connection is not allowing me so I will trying again later. I want you to meet them, my Italian family. H&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;e tratado de subir dos videos que tome este domingo en la iglesia pero la coneccion de internet no me lo permite, asi que tratar de nuevo en otra oportunidad. Quiero que les conozcan, mi familia Italiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This week I started language school. Also I have been meeting with lots fo people who I am becoming friends with, and there is a lot of "trying to communicate" involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta semana comenze la escuela de lenguaje. Tambien me reunido con muchas personas con las que me estoy haciendo amiga, hay mucho de "tratar de comunicarse".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had forgotten how hard adn tyring the proccess of learning a second language could be. I am so tyred but I know it is part of the process. A little bit more of intensity and my brain will open up like an sppounch that has absorbed so much reaching a point of exploition. At least that's how it happened when learning English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me habia olvidado cuan dificil y cansador puede llegar a ser el proceso de aprender un segundo lenguaje. Estoy cansada pero se que es parte del proceso. Un poco mas de intensidad y mi cerebro se abrira asi como una esponja que absorve tanto hasta alcanzar un punto en el que explota. Al menos asi fue como paso mientras aprendiendo Ingles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This weekend the Gentiles and I are going to Ancona to visit a team from "Team Expansion". I am excited to see what they are doing to reach out in italy and also to visit with them. Another plus is that Ancona is in the coast :-). The sad thing though is that i wont be able to meet with Cristina this Thursday but we will have to make up for it next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Este fin de semana voy con los Gentile a Ancona a visitar un grupo de "Team Expansion" (una organizacion misionera que se enfoca en la plantacion de Iglesias). Estoy feliz de ver lo que ellos estan haciendo para alcanzar personas en Italia y tambien para compartir un tiempo con ellos. otra cosa buena es que Ancona esta en la costa :-). Lo triste si es que no podre reunirme con Cristina este jueves pero tendremos que ameritar por eso la proxima semana!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for God to help me to learn Italian. soon so i can have better conversations. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Por favor oren para que Dios me ayude a aprender Italiano. Pronto para asi tener mejores conversaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ciao Ciao Ciao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-358530154054179645?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/358530154054179645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=358530154054179645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/358530154054179645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/358530154054179645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/02/piano-piano.html' title='Piano, piano'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-2505619553078346503</id><published>2009-01-28T15:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:30:16.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>io borrei imparare il Italiano...</title><content type='html'>Familia y amigos qeridos! oh cuanto les extranno. los dias se vuelven mas ocupados y mi rutina ya va tomando forma. La proxima semana comienzo la escuela de Italiano, comenzare del primer nivel. El hecho que hablo Espanol es muy positivo cuando se trata de comprender, pero puede ser un obstaculo cuando se trata de hablar, ya que hay muchas palabras parecidas produce un poco de interferencia, por eso debo aprender la gramatica desde cero. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Family and dear friends! how much I miss you all.  As the days go by they get busier and busier and my routina starts to get shape. Next week I start language school, I will begin from beggining level. The gact that I speak Spanish is very positive when it comes to comprehend Italian but it can be an obstacle when it comes to speak it, since there are many similar words, an interference happens. Thats why I should learn grammar from zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;El proposito principal de mi estadia en Italia es servir en el ministerio e evangelizzar, poner en practica todo lo aprendido en la U. Pero otro aspecto muy import&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ante es aprender como diferentes ministerios se desarrollan y toman lugar en Italia. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The main purpose of my stay in italy is to serve in ministry and to evangelize. To put into practice all Ive learned at school. However, antohter predominant aspect is to learn how varied ministries developed and take place in Italay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Por lo tanto asi es como luce mi semana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lun-Vier escuela de lengauge en las mananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lunes en la noche: estudio Biblico con BSF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Miercoles en las tardes: Clases de &lt;ingles&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jueves en las tardes: encuentro con Cristina mi profe del gimnacio...ingles, conversar, conocernos, ella me ayuda con el italiano, tomar cafe, reirnos, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;miercoles y viernes en la noche: gimnacio (el de Cristina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fines de semana: Iglesia...practica de adoracion cada otro sabado (si...estare tocando el teclado!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y otros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Therefore this is what my week looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mon-Fri: Language school in the mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Monday night: Bible study BSF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wednesday Evening: ESL with GBU (Intervarsity group)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thursday night: meeting with Cristina, who also is my gym trainer....English, talking, getting to know each other, she helps me with my italian, we drink coffee, laughin, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wednesday and Friday night: gym (Cristina-s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Weekends: Church...worship practice every other saturday (yes i will be playing the keyboards!) and others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi horario asi como mis mentores son flexibles, asi que a veces cambia...pero es para qu se hhagan una idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My schedualle like my mentors are flexible. So sometimes it changes...but you can get an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ingles&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2505619553078346503?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2505619553078346503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2505619553078346503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2505619553078346503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2505619553078346503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/01/io-borrei-imparare-il-italiano.html' title='io borrei imparare il Italiano...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-7397374956604872457</id><published>2009-01-21T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:53:37.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Primeros Dias en Roma/ The First days in Rome</title><content type='html'>Aun no va una semana y ya ha pasaso mucho. Me vine resfriada de Lincoln y al llegar aqui a Roma encontre que Andrea, Heather e Isabella (los misioneros con los que esoty trabajando y si hija de 4 annos) tambien estaban enfermos, asi que estamos tomando remedies juntos! El fin de semana conoci a la familia de Andrea (el es italiano y Heather es Norteamericana, ambos son graduados de Lincoln donde tambiem se conocieron) y miembros de la Iglesia. Despues de la reunion el domingo huibo un almuerzo. La iglesia me recuerda mucho a como era la iglesia donde creci en sus primeros annos. Un sentimiendo de familia, amor y fuergo.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It hasn’t been a week and so much has happened. I left Lincoln with a cold and when I got here to Rome I found that Andrea, Heather, and Isabella (the missionaries I am working with and their 4 years old daughter) were also sick. So we all are taking medicine together! This weekend I met Andrea’s family (he’s Italian and Heather is American, they both graduated form Lincoln, where they also met)and church members. After the worship service on Sunday there was a fellowship lunch. The church reminds me a lot of the church where I grew up in her first years. A feeling of family, love, and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El centro de Roma es hermoso. Al caminar por las calles me pareciera que estuviera en un sueno, lo que es possible, solo que es un sueno hecho realidad. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Downtown Rome is beautiful. While walking on its streets seems to me like I am in a dream, which is possible, only that it’s a dream that has come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El lunes visite un grupo de studio biblico internacional para mujeres, llamado BSF, al que Heather asiste. Conoci mjeres de muchos paises que se encuentran en Italia por diferentes rezones. Ingles es el idioma en comun.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; On Monday I visited a Bible study group for women, called BSF, which Heather is a member of. I met women from many countries who are in Italy for different reasons. Enlglish is the common language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El jueves o el viernes visitare el grupo universitario en el que ayudare con clases de Ingles. Aun estamos buscando una escuela de lenguaje para mi. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Either on Thursday or Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I will visit the campus ministry where I will help with conversational Enlgish. We are still looking for a language school for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo maravilloso desde Roma, esten orando para mantenerme enfocada y con proposito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everything is Wonderful from Rome, be praying to stay focus and with purpose!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SXb6ONHaPcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Qf0O12pXn2g/s1600-h/Rome+%2709+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293693533966450114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SXb6ONHaPcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Qf0O12pXn2g/s320/Rome+%2709+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrea, Heather, and Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a legend that if you throw a coin in the Fontana di Trevi with your left arm over your right shoulder you will return to Rome. 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Todo esta listo. Es increible como Dios transforma el corazon. Al volver de California muchas cosas cambiaron en mi para bien. Las inquietudes espirituales que tenia respecto al no sentirme preparada para el viaje a Italia han sido removidas y ahora paz abunda en mi corazon. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I'm back in Lincoln and in 5 days I'll be leaving for Italy. Everyting is ready. It is incredible how God transforms hearts. Caming back from California many things changed for me, for better. The spiritual uneasiness I had about being ready for the trip to Italy are gone and now there is peace in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Al llegar a california mi maleta se extravio y no llego hasta una semana mas tarde. Sin embargo fue una experiencia maravillosa ya que me libero del materialismo que atesore en esa maleta y me mostro la generosidad de personas como Kathy, Christy, Beth y Becca Bolt, quienes amablemente me prestaron todo lo que necesite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving to California my swuitcase was lost and I didn't get it until a week later. However it was a wonderful experience that free me from the materialism I had treasured in that suitcase and showed me the generosity of people like Kathy, Christy, Beth, and Becca Bolt. Who nicely lend me all I needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mi estadia con la familia Bolt esta navidad significo no solo una hermosa navidad pero tambien me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;recordo quien soy y quien quiero ser. Sus valores y respeto reflejan el amor de Dios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My stay with the Bolt family this Christmas not only meant a beautiful christmas but it also reminded me of who I am and who I want to be. Their values and respect reflect God's love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Durante estos ultimos 3 meses he estado orando sobre una decision acerca de ser parte de un proyecto de trabajo con hurfanos en China. Finalmente recibi la paz que necesitaba para decidir si, quiero ser parte de este proyecto. Lo que significa que la segunda parte del anno 2009 la pasare en China! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past three months I have been praying about a decision on whether or not to be part of a project to work with Orphans in China. Finally I recieved that peace I needed to decide yes! I want to be part of this project. This means that I will be in China for the second part of 2009!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Necesito de todos ustedes, mi queridos amigos, su apoyo, animo y oracion por fuerzas para seguir adelante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I need you all, my dear friends, your support, encouragement and prayer for strenghts to continue on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-2225853030643226742?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/2225853030643226742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=2225853030643226742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2225853030643226742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/2225853030643226742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2009/01/traveling-light.html' title='Traveling Light'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-3234629555416921748</id><published>2008-12-22T06:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:28:34.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Airports/Aeropuertos</title><content type='html'>It's 11:01 pm central time, 0 F and I find myself at a hotel room in Bloomington, IL after a long day in the airport. I was on my way to California where I would spend Christmas but my flight got delayed, leading to misconections and then to the present situation of me waiting until tomorrow to finally get to my destination. This is a blog to keep you updated on the Italian adventure, however everytihng that is happening now is shaping me to allow God more and more to work through me there and wherever else he might lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Son las 11 pm en IL, -15 C y me encuentro en una habitacion de hotel en Bloomington, IL despues de un dia muy largo en el aeropuero. Iba en camino hacia California donde pasaria Navidad pero mi vuelo se retraso, provocando perdidas de otros vuelos lo que me llevo a la presente situacion de estar esperando hasta manana para llegar a mi destino. Este es un blog para mantenerles informados sobre mis aventuras Italianas, sin embargo todo lo que esta pasando ahora me esta moldeando para permitir a Dios trabajar atraves mio mas y mas alla y donde sea que me lleve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; James 4:13-17~ do not boast about tomorrow "Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;james 4:13-17~No os glories del dia de manana "Cuando no sabeis lo que sera manana. Porque, que es vuestra vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1:6b-7 "...you may have had to suffer griefs and all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith...may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Peter 1:6b-7 "...si es necesario, tengais que ser afligido en diversas pruebas, para que sometida a prueba vuestra fe...sea hallada en alabanza, gloria y honra cuando sea manifestado Jesucristo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:9 "For you are receiveing the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1:9 "Obteniendo el fin de vuestra fe, que es la salvacion de vuestras almas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thoughts tonight: the goal of faith, and the fruits of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dos pensamientos esta noche: el gol de la fe, y los frutos de la fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I missed a flight and had to spend the night at a hotel by myself was 4 years ago after my first year at LCC. I was 19th and the plane from Chicago to Dallas got delayed for three hours. When I got to Dallas the flight to Santigo, Chile was gone and with it my hopes for that Breakfast in the nex morning at home with marraquetas (a kind of bread) and avocado! The airline said they would only pay 50% of the hotel room. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;La primera vez que perdi un vuelo y tuve que pasar la noche en un hotel sola sucedio 4 annos atras despues de mi primer anno en LCC. Tenia 19 y el avion de Chicago a Dallas se retraso por tres horas. Cuando llege a Dallas, el vuelo a Santiago de Chile se habia ido y con el mis esperanzas de desayuno al dia siguiente de marraque y palta! La aerolinea dijo que solo pagaria un 50% del hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was suppossed to pay $40.00 I only had $30.00 and I was too scared to stay the night at the airport. Three days before was when I had found out God provided commitments of over $54,000.00 to pay for the tuition of the Bachelors degree I am about to get at Lincoln Christian College this coming May. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Se suponia que yo pagaria $20,000 y solo tenia $15.000 conmigo. Estaba demasiado "asustada" para pasar la noche en el aeropuerto. Tres dias antes fue cuando recibi la noticia de que Dios habia provisto de compromisos que donarian mas de $27.000.000 para pagar el arancel de la carrera que ahora estoy por terminar en Lincoln Christian College este Mayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I looked around, I saw many stressed and tyred faces. I wondered what were these other people's stories and destinations. I also thought am close in time from mom and dad but far in distance. I am scared and nervious. Everybody who came in that plane from Chicago  starts gettign on a line as they walk by the gentleman tho explains to us what is goint to happen next. At the moment I heard I'll need $40.00 to pay for the hotel room I say to God in my mind "Let your will be done". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miro alrededor, veo muchas caras stresadas y cansadas. me prgunto cuales eran las historias de estas personas y cuales su destinos de viaje. Tambien pense cuan cerca en tiempo estaba de mama y papa pero cuando lejos en distancia. Estaba asustada y nerviosa. Todos los que venian en el vuelo de Chicago comenzaron a formar una fila en la medida que caminaban al lado delhombre que nos explicaba que pasaria ahora. En el momento que escuche que necesitaria $20.000 para pagar por el hotel le dije a Dios en mi mente: "Que se haga tu voluntad" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So I turn back to the man behing me in line, look at him in the eyes and say: "could you give me $10.00?" With a surprised face he says yes as he takes a $20.00 bill out of his wallet and gives it to me. Once in the shuttle towards the hotel I sit by a lady who asks me where was I going to. I say Chile, my home. She asks what are you doing here? and so I share my testimony with her. Right then she hands me a $20.00 bill as she exclaims "just in case". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Entonces me volvi al hombre que se encontraba detras mio en la fila, le mire a los ojos y le dije: Podrias darme $5.000?" Soorprendido me dijo Si al mismo tiempo que sacaba un billete de $10.000 de su billetera. Una vez en el mini bus hacia el hotel me sente al lado de una dama qu eme pregunto a donde iba. Dije que a Chile, mi hogar. Ella entonces pregunto que hacia aqui, fue ahi cuando comparti mi testimonio con ella. En ese momento ella me entrego un billete de $10.000 mientras decia "por si a caso".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Finally, I found myself at the hotel room. A few minutes ago i had called my parents to let them know the situation but the call had dropped since I had run out of money on my intenrational calling card. At this point we can add the feeling of sadness to the whole situaiton. I don't know what to think, right then the phone rings...yeah the hotel room phone rings...I picked up and it was my dad!&lt;br /&gt;-"how in the world did you find me?" I replied with a big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;-"I am your father, I will find a way!" he responed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Finalmente me encuentro en la habitacion del hotel. Unos pocos minutos atras habia llamado a mis papas para hacerles saber sobre la situacion pero la llamada habia terminado ya que no me quedaba saldo en mi tarjeta de llamas internacionales. No se que pensar, es en ese preciso momento que suena el telefono...si el telefono de la habitacion del hotel...contesto y es mi papa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-"Como en el mundo me encontraste?" replique con una gran sonrisa en el rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-"Soy tu padre, me las ingeniare!" el respondio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memory came to me last nigth, how funny it is that a similar situation happened on this trip. I think and I see the road God has taken me since then. How he has made me grow up and how faithful he is to all his promises. Going back again, I remember on that trip after I finally got home on a saturday, I went to youth group. jokingly my friends asked me when was I leavign again so they could throw me another going away party. Therefore I shared what had happened with the sholarship and how I was going to go back to school in Lincoln.  I told them the story of the lack of $10.00 and the two $20.00 bill. We all agreed God was reafirming me that he will provided on the journey, He had my back. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Este recuerdo vino a mi anoche, que divertido que una similar situacion haya ocurrido en este viaje. Pienso y veo el camino por el que Dios me ha traido desde enronces. Me ha hecho crecer y cuan fiel El es a todas sus promesas. Nuevamente retrocediendo en el tiempo, recuerdo una vez  al haber llegado a casa en ese viaje, un sabado por la noche, fui al grupo de jovenes. Tirando la talla mi amigos me preguntaron cuando volvia a irme para tirarme otra fiesta de despedida. Por lo tanto comparti lo sucedido con la beca para estudiar y la historia de la falara de $5.000 y los dos billetes de $10.000 Todos concluimos que Dios me estaba reafirmando que el proveeria en esta aventura. El me teania respaldada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I didnt't walked neither waited with joy nor excitenment looking at it as an opportunity to act on faith. And as I sit in this hotel room I regret it. I missed out! why didn't I share the fruits of my faith so that the goal of salvation could be resolved in others? and so I realized, it is not my faith that produces so much fruit but the faith He put on me! It is having the Lord backing me up as I walk in this world, it is Him constantly over blessing me and providing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pero hoy no camine ni espere con gozo ni con entuciasmo buscando una oportunidad para actuar en fe. Sentada en esta habitacion de hotel me arrepiento. me lo perdi! por que no comparti los frutos de mi fe para que asi el gol de salvacion pudiera ser resuelto en otros? Y entonces me di cuental, no es mi fe la que produce tanto fruto si no que la fe que El pone en mi! Es el tener al Senor respaldandome al caminar en este mundo, es El constantemente super bendiciendome y proveyendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1:13  "Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 Pedro 1:13 "Por tanto, cenid los lomos de vuestro entendimiento, sed sobrios, y esperad por completo en la gracia que se os traera cuando Jesucristo sea manifestado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BE OBEDIENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y SER OBEDIENTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I kept running into the same faces, faces of people who were waiting for the same flight that never took off. One thought kept coming back to me: "They are all so positive. I dont' hear them complaning or blowing off. How can they have so much patience after these 5 hours? how do they still chit chat with strangers and try to be encouraging one to antoher?" Maybe these people had faith, and what I saw was the fruit of their faith. The lesson of the day is that i can't forget one of the essential beliefs of Christianity: &lt;strong&gt;"It is not us, it is the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit through us!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hoy dia continuamente me topaba conlas mismas caras, personas que esperaban por el mismo vuelo que nunca despego. Un pensamiento me daba vueltas continuamente: "Son todos tan positivos. No les escucho quejarse o explotar. Como es que pueden tener tanta paciencia despues de estas 5 horas? como es que aun conversan con extranos y tratan de animarse unos a otros? Talvez estas personas tenian fe, y lo que vi fueron los frutos de aquella fe. La leccion del dia es que no puedo olvidar una de las creencias fundamenales de la fe Cristiana: "&lt;strong&gt;No somos nosotros, es el Padre, el Hijo, y el Espiritu Santo atraves de nosotros!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-3234629555416921748?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/3234629555416921748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=3234629555416921748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/3234629555416921748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/3234629555416921748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2008/12/airportsaeropuertos.html' title='Airports/Aeropuertos'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8005119157203465234.post-4051893603894352000</id><published>2008-11-05T06:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:58:35.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of Transculturation in my Life/ Los Efectos del Concepto de Transculturacion en mi Vida</title><content type='html'>I created this blog so that you can follow up with what's going on with me while I am in italy doing my internship. However, this space's main purpose is not to update you on my journey but to share the thoughts of the moment, which I hope someday will become part of a "writting adventure" with the purspose of confessing God among the nations (Psalm 18:49).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave for italy until January 16th, 2009. I should be returning to school on May 9th, 2009, for graduation on the 16th. I should say that a cultural immersion in Italy has been the second dream of my heart. The first one was to come to the States to go to Bible College. All I can say is THANK YOU LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The effects of Trans-culturation in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On September of 2007 I had the chance to go to Chile for four days. A short visit for my bother’s birthday and Independence Day. What impacted me the most from that trip was the always present, never absent thought of me in their eyes. I could see it in the warmth of their eyes. It is sad to realize that I have missed many days of their lives, other than that my heart is full with laughter and if tears, tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was great to be home, to sit in the living room where I prayed to the God of my life about going to Maine and later on about coming to Lincoln. To remember what my heart was like and what my motives were. To remember that there is a whole world outside the situation of the moment which sometimes I get wrapped in, and to remember that cross-cultural issues do not define me. That is right. Cross-cultural issues are just aspects of the journey I have chosen to walk. They are constantly shaping me and the way I relate to others. They are not shaping my identity though, they are adding to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every individual is going to experience a unique journey in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My two cultural lenses are added elements that shape my view of the world but do not define it. They, plus my absolutes, form my identity. My identity is trans-cultural because it borrows elements from different cultures while it does not identify with the whole. It stands aside and listens to its heart. I believe my very essence, as my whole, belongs to God. Therefore, in his domain, in other words, in his kingdom I am truly found, as the whole he has intended me to be. That has been the key belief and absolute that keeps me going when my pride has been broken, when my heart has been shot and when my mind has been lost. All these things have happened, but just through the cultural lenses. The pain has not permeated the whole, just aspects of it. And that pain has opened my eyes to a better understanding of the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;Under this premise, I will continue on. Many times I feel different, and even though I love traveling and trying new things, different does scares me. That is pretty odd but true. A truth that hurts and makes me feel insecure. What do I do then? I reflect on the whole cross-cultural issue and remember what is really going on in my mind. And I know that I am not that different from others and that others are not that different from me. We all have the same fabric and are made by the same maker. But what really holds me together in the hard times is that nobody can tell me I am not who I am, nobody can tell me I do not belong to the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An example of what I mean by this feeling of “different” is perfectly reflected on the illustration of how I have, in instances, behaved in front of big groups of people in casual social settings, here in the States, which for me is the second culture. Many times I misinterpret people's actions or add meaning that does not belong. Many times I misunderstand other's behaviors and think they do not care, while what really is going on is that they are insecure and they are just displaying a mechanism of defense, or that is just the way they are. I have spent too much time wrestling with my own idiosyncrasy that I have missed some of the fun that is going on around me. But if I would have never spent time wrestling with it, I would have never been able to start to unwrapped myself of it and come out to a true understanding and confirmation that I like who I am and I should not be afraid to be that person. Every day is hard, but every day I feel a little more confidence that I do not need to hold the world together to be able to walk on it. I just need to move and let my God be God in the life that is already put together by him, from before the world began, and I am talking about a life with him. I do feel insecurity, probably most days of the week, but when I decide to walk I do not do it after men's footprints in the sand, but I create my own, confident by the Holy Spirit in me, that Jesus is by my side securing every step I take. I am not here by myself, but confident that he will complete the good work he started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cree este blog para que sigas mis pasos mientras hago mi practica en Italia. Sin embrago, el principal proposito de este espacio no es es mantenerles al tanto sino que compartir los pensamientos del momento, los que algun dia espero lleguen a ser parte de una "aventura de escritura", con el proposito de confesar a Dios entre las naciones (Salmo 18:49).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No saldre para Italia hasta el 16 de Enero, 2009 y regresare a la univesidad el 9 de mayo, 2009 para graduarme en el 16. Deberia decir que una immersion cultural en Italia ha sido el segundo sueno de mi corazon. El primero fue venir a los estados para asistir a una universidad Biblica. Todo lo que puedo decir es GRACIAS SEñOR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los Efectos del Concepto de Transculturacion en mi Vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;En Septiembre del 2007 tuve la oportunidad de ir a Chile por cuatro días. Una corta visita para el cumpleaños de mi hermano y el día de la independencia. Lo que me impactó mas de este viaje fue el siempre presente, nunca ausente pensamiento de mí en sus ojos. Lo podía ver en la calida mirada de su rostro. Es triste darme cuenta que me he perdido de muchos días en sus vidas, a parte de eso mi corazón esta lleno de risa y si hay lágrimas, son lágrimas de gozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fue fantástico estar de vuelta en casa, sentarme en la sala de estar donde oré al Dios de mi vida sobre ir a Maine y más tarde sobre venir a Lincoln. Recordar como era mi corazón y cuales mis motivos. Recordar que existe un mundo entero afuera de la situación del momento en la que a veces me envuelvo, y recordar que las problemáticas interculturales no me definen. Así es. Las problemáticas interculturales son sólo aspectos de la aventura que yo he escogido caminar. Ellas están constantemente moldeándome a mí y la forma en la que me relaciono con otros. Ellas no están moldeando mi identidad, solo están añadiendo nuevas características a esta. Así es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada individuo va a experimentar un caminar único en la vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mis dos lentes culturales añaden elementos que moldean la forma en la que veo el mundo pero no lo definen. Ellos, más mis absolutos, forman mi identidad. Mi identidad es transcultural porque toma prestado elementos de diferentes culturas mientras no se identifica con el entero. Se mantiene a un lado y escucha a su corazón. Si nunca nos hemos conocido, por mis comentarios ya te debes haber dado cuenta que soy una Creyente con convicciones muy absolutas, por lo tanto creo que mi esencia, como mi entero, pertenece a Dios. Por eso en su dominio, en otras palabras, en su reino, soy verdaderamente encontrada, como el entero que El me ha hecho. Esa ha sido la creencia y absoluto clave que me han mantenido en pie cuando mi orgullo ha sido roto, cuando mi corazón ha sido disparado y cuando mi mente se ha nublado. Todas estas cosas han sucedido, pero solo a través de los lentes culturales. El dolor no ha perneado el entero, solo aspectos de este. Y ese dolor ha abierto mis ojos a un mejor entendimiento del Reino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bajo esta premisa continuaré. Muchas veces me siento diferente, e incluso aunque me encanta viajar y probar nuevas cosas, lo diferente me asusta. Suena raro pero es cierto. Una verdad que duele y me hace sentir insegura. Que hago entonces? Reflexiono en la problemática intercultural y recuerdo que es lo que realmente esta pasando en mi mente. Y me doy cuenta que no soy tan diferente de los otros y que los otros no son tan diferentes de mí. Todos estamos hechos de la misma materia prima y por el mismo fabricante. Pero lo que realmente me mantiene en pie en los momentos difíciles es que nadie puede decirme que no soy quien soy, nadie puede decirme que no pertenezco al reino de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un ejemplo de lo que quiero decir con ese sentimiento de “diferente” se refleja perfectamente en la ilustración de cómo yo me he comportado, en algunas circunstancias, enfrente de grandes grupos de personas en contextos casuales. Muchas veces mal interpreto las acciones de las personas o añado significados que no corresponden. Otra tantas mal interpreto el comportamiento de otros y pienso que no les importa, cuando lo que realmente esta pasando es que se sienten inseguros y están usando un mecanismo de defensa. He pasado demasiado tiempo luchando con mi propia idiosincrasia que me he perdido parte de la entretención que había a mí alrededor. Mas si nunca hubiera pasado tiempo luchando con ella, tampoco hubiera sido capaz de comenzar a despegarme de esta y salir a experimentar un verdadero entendimiento y confirmación de que me gusta quien soy y no debo temer ser esa persona. Cada día es difícil, pero cada día me siento un poco más segura de que no necesito afirmar el mundo para así poder caminar sobre él, solo necesito moverme y dejar a Dios ser el dominador en mi vida, la que Él ya a afirmado, desde antes de la formación del mundo, y estoy hablando de una vida con Él. Sí, en ocasiones aún siento inseguridades, probablemente la mayoría de los días de la semana, pero cuando decido caminar no lo hago tras las huellas de hombres sobre la arena, si no que creo mi propio camino, segura por el Espíritu Santo que mora en mí, segura que Jesús camina delante de mí, asegurando cada paso que tomo. No estoy sola en esta aventura y estoy cierta que Él terminará la obra que Él comenzó.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8005119157203465234-4051893603894352000?l=lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/feeds/4051893603894352000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8005119157203465234&amp;postID=4051893603894352000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4051893603894352000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8005119157203465234/posts/default/4051893603894352000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifebetweencultures.blogspot.com/2008/11/effects-of-transculturation-in-my-life.html' title='The Effects of Transculturation in my Life/ Los Efectos del Concepto de Transculturacion en mi Vida'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504593591598576800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lF_fTq1KP04/SkDpRN_nODI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C51p5v6VLhE/S220/Weast+Coast+with+Dad+107.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
