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Some Random Thoughts...

So I thought I'd add a few fotos of some things I've seen around Ceiba.

How we make coffee in Central America, with a tastes much better
Watching the Parade

School Days

Cotton-Candy Man



Zoe said…
Hey matt! Do you ever see Mike and Erin? Did you know my boyfriend is living in La Ceiba for 2 months! Crazy huh?
Matt, Great thoughts about letting God control things. We are 60 years old and still have to work hard on that one. It is so easy to feel that we have some answers that people should listen to. There is a time to share what we have been learning but we cannot control if, how or when it will be received. We are learning that prayer is good for us as well as for the people we pray for.

We just got back from 4 months in the states. We hope it will work out for you to come to retreat in November. More details soon.

Galen Groff
Barbara said…
Hi Matt

Your blog is fabulous! You have a wonderful sense of humor, great pics, and a story to tell...keep up the great work and being the thoughtful and humble person that you are. I received your email today and will take note of the things you mentioned to pray about.

Barbara Souder
Barbara said…

I went through your blog and sent you a response ...only to find that it disappeared into cyberspace somewhere.

Love you blog, sense of humor and willingness to serve...

Barbara Souder

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