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	<title>New Zealand- To know God and make Him known</title>
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		<title>BACKPACKERS VISION STATEMENT</title>
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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Our vision is to radically impact the</font> <font size="3" face="Times New Roman">global nomadic youth with the good news of Jesus Christ. We are called to reach out to the intrepid adventurers by the way of relational friendship evangelism, hospitality and discipleship training. We will travel alongside them, eat with them, live life with them and share the love of God with them. We will be their family. We see them searching. We see them being transformed by the places they have seen and the people they have met along their journey. We refuse to be bystanders. We insist that we have what they are searching for and we commit to sharing the truth with them. Even if that means that we are cold, hungry, lonely and road weary. They are on the heart of God and so on our hearts too.</font></font></font></font></font></p>
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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoBodyText"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Our vision is to radically impact the</font> <font size="3" face="Times New Roman">global nomadic youth with the good news of Jesus Christ. We are called to reach out to the intrepid adventurers by the way of relational friendship evangelism, hospitality and discipleship training. We will travel alongside them, eat with them, live life with them and share the love of God with them. We will be their family. We see them searching. We see them being transformed by the places they have seen and the people they have met along their journey. We refuse to be bystanders. We insist that we have what they are searching for and we commit to sharing the truth with them. Even if that means that we are cold, hungry, lonely and road weary. They are on the heart of God and so on our hearts too.</font></font></font></font></font></p>
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		<title>Final thank you to supporters</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2008/03/29/final-thank-you-to-supporters/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 16:18:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">The famous author and Christian, J. R.R. Tolken once wrote, “<i>not all who wander are lost</i>.” I believe that we are all on a journey; we are wandering our own way toward discovery about ourselves and the world and most importantly truth. We are seeking for truth and justice our lives. It is a true joy and blessing the day, we realize that as we are wandering, we have not been lost, without purpose or divine perusal. God, as the creator of the universe and our very selves, is involved in our walk, our journey. He directs our path always toward himself and for his holy purposes.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Jesus guided me to New Zealand to specifically set aside time for him, to learn more about him and his love for me. I did not realize what this would cost or what I would discover. For three months, I was a part of a community that loved and encouraged me. For three months, I listened and learned from lecturers that shared wisdom and insight into God’s character, love and power. For three months, God held a mirror of my life up to my eyes and I saw myself as God did: proud, hesitant, selfish and wanting more of Him. He lovingly showed me that I did not understand true prayer. My prayer times included much talking but never listening or allowing God to speak into my life. Jesus showed me that I had doubts and hesitations about speaking boldly about him. I lacked confidence and feared what other people thought of my beliefs and me more than I feared my God. I also did not understand the true power of God and the Holy Spirit who lives in me. I disbelieved and ignored the Spirit’s counsel in my life. God’s mirror in my life showed me weaknesses that Jesus wanted to strengthen. For three months, God worked, I worked, he spoke and I listened.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Then, God sent me out. As a team of seven, we headed to Thailand and Cambodia to reflect, like a mirror, what we had absorbed and give it to others. I met backpackers from around the world; God brought these people to me. I was stretched out of my introverted comfort zone and asked by God to speak truth, love and justice into these people’s lives. At times, this meant just listening to an old man in the park for hours as he talked about his life. It was meeting a new friend and offering to pay for their meal. Seeing others’ needs before my own and sacrificing time and money. I spent a week with a German traveler who was hurting and sought friendship and something different than her life previously offered. I offered advice, friendship and prayer for a stranger. Our team shared meals, lodging, boats, taxis, time, love and JESUS! It was a difficult two months. Yes, we saw beautiful places, islands, culture and food. However, we were not vacationers. We had a mission and the mission was Jesus. We had a focus; and, that focus was others before ourselves. As seven individuals who are not perfect, along the way, we learned much about showing each other grace, forgiving when we hurt each other, prayer for one another and strength in God to get us through. It was a struggle at times but God’s purpose was bigger than us and He saw us through. I have been truly blessed by this experience.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">I believe that the people we met have been impacted. They are following their own wandering trail and God has once again impacted their lives and given them direction. God has made himself clearly known to them and <u>to all people</u>.</font></p>
<i><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">“For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, the things that have been<br /></font></font></i> <i><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">made. So they are without an excuse.” Romans 1:20<br /></font></font></i>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">There is no denying God’s existence, he is everywhere; may we all live in this truth. My heart is particularly for the people I have met and I care about. May more Christians who are bold and faithful come into their lives and may God speak through them.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Even before my wandering journey in New Zealand, Thailand and Cambodia, God prepared me for this. He gave me a support team. These people cared about me and chose to strengthen me through finances, encouragement and prayer. You are my support! You have blessed me and been apart of my travels and experiences. Every dollar, every thoughtful word and email and every prayer has been significant. I am grateful and appreciate what it cost you to read my emails, give notes and encouragement, send me money and pray for my struggles and joys. I pray that God honors you and blesses you. May the Holy Spirit guide you and counsel you. And I pray that as you live, other see Jesus in you!</font></p>
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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Thank you for blessing me,<br />
Nicki</font></p>

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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">The famous author and Christian, J. R.R. Tolken once wrote, “<i>not all who wander are lost</i>.” I believe that we are all on a journey; we are wandering our own way toward discovery about ourselves and the world and most importantly truth. We are seeking for truth and justice our lives. It is a true joy and blessing the day, we realize that as we are wandering, we have not been lost, without purpose or divine perusal. God, as the creator of the universe and our very selves, is involved in our walk, our journey. He directs our path always toward himself and for his holy purposes.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Jesus guided me to New Zealand to specifically set aside time for him, to learn more about him and his love for me. I did not realize what this would cost or what I would discover. For three months, I was a part of a community that loved and encouraged me. For three months, I listened and learned from lecturers that shared wisdom and insight into God’s character, love and power. For three months, God held a mirror of my life up to my eyes and I saw myself as God did: proud, hesitant, selfish and wanting more of Him. He lovingly showed me that I did not understand true prayer. My prayer times included much talking but never listening or allowing God to speak into my life. Jesus showed me that I had doubts and hesitations about speaking boldly about him. I lacked confidence and feared what other people thought of my beliefs and me more than I feared my God. I also did not understand the true power of God and the Holy Spirit who lives in me. I disbelieved and ignored the Spirit’s counsel in my life. God’s mirror in my life showed me weaknesses that Jesus wanted to strengthen. For three months, God worked, I worked, he spoke and I listened.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Then, God sent me out. As a team of seven, we headed to Thailand and Cambodia to reflect, like a mirror, what we had absorbed and give it to others. I met backpackers from around the world; God brought these people to me. I was stretched out of my introverted comfort zone and asked by God to speak truth, love and justice into these people’s lives. At times, this meant just listening to an old man in the park for hours as he talked about his life. It was meeting a new friend and offering to pay for their meal. Seeing others’ needs before my own and sacrificing time and money. I spent a week with a German traveler who was hurting and sought friendship and something different than her life previously offered. I offered advice, friendship and prayer for a stranger. Our team shared meals, lodging, boats, taxis, time, love and JESUS! It was a difficult two months. Yes, we saw beautiful places, islands, culture and food. However, we were not vacationers. We had a mission and the mission was Jesus. We had a focus; and, that focus was others before ourselves. As seven individuals who are not perfect, along the way, we learned much about showing each other grace, forgiving when we hurt each other, prayer for one another and strength in God to get us through. It was a struggle at times but God’s purpose was bigger than us and He saw us through. I have been truly blessed by this experience.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">I believe that the people we met have been impacted. They are following their own wandering trail and God has once again impacted their lives and given them direction. God has made himself clearly known to them and <u>to all people</u>.</font></p>
<p><i><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">“For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, the things that have been<br /></font></font></i> <i><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">made. So they are without an excuse.” Romans 1:20<br /></font></font></i></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 150%" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">There is no denying God’s existence, he is everywhere; may we all live in this truth. My heart is particularly for the people I have met and I care about. May more Christians who are bold and faithful come into their lives and may God speak through them.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Even before my wandering journey in New Zealand, Thailand and Cambodia, God prepared me for this. He gave me a support team. These people cared about me and chose to strengthen me through finances, encouragement and prayer. You are my support! You have blessed me and been apart of my travels and experiences. Every dollar, every thoughtful word and email and every prayer has been significant. I am grateful and appreciate what it cost you to read my emails, give notes and encouragement, send me money and pray for my struggles and joys. I pray that God honors you and blesses you. May the Holy Spirit guide you and counsel you. And I pray that as you live, other see Jesus in you!</font></p>
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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Thank you for blessing me,<br />
Nicki</font></p>
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		<title>March 20th update</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2008/03/29/march-20th-update/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 16:17:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div>Dear supporters, friends and family,</div>
<div>Hello from the homefront. I have now been home in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832628_0" class="yshortcuts">Aloha, Oregon</span> for about a week and a half. I am rested, settled and glad to be living out of a closet instead of a bag and sleeping in the same comfortable bed each night. The joy of little pleasures!</div>
<div>My main goals at home right now&#160;are to process my last five months and look for a job to earn some money. I am going through all of my notes from the new zealand lecture phase and rewriting and examining everything I've learned.&#160; I'm also job hunting for a local position involving the outdoors and kids (my two big passions in life). Both of these are keeping me busy. I can't help feeling blessed and encouraged by my experiences and the love/patience God has shown me. You have been a part of my blessing, my support and my journey. I thank you for joining me and putting up with my sometimes long emails :^) I thank you for your prayers, your financial support, and your time! May God bless you in new and exciting ways!</div>
<div>Blessings,</div>
<div>Nicki</div>
<div>P.S. I have finally uploaded the rest of my outreach photos and here they are for your viewing pleasure.</div>
<div>1) &#160;<span><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046155&#38;l=8158c&#38;id=23502342"><span id="lw_1206832628_1" class="yshortcuts"><font color="#003399">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046155&#38;l=8158c&#38;id=23502342</font></span></a></span></div>
<div><span>2)&#160; <span><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2048735&#38;l=3daa1&#38;id=23502342"><span id="lw_1206832628_2" class="yshortcuts"><font color="#003399">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2048735&#38;l=3daa1&#38;id=23502342</font></span></a></span></span></div>
<div><span><span>3)&#160; <span><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2048959&#38;l=2a438&#38;id=23502342"><span id="lw_1206832628_3" class="yshortcuts"><font color="#003399">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2048959&#38;l=2a438&#38;id=23502342</font></span></a></span></span></span></div>
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<div>Dear supporters, friends and family,</div>
<div>Hello from the homefront. I have now been home in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832628_0" class="yshortcuts">Aloha, Oregon</span> for about a week and a half. I am rested, settled and glad to be living out of a closet instead of a bag and sleeping in the same comfortable bed each night. The joy of little pleasures!</div>
<div>My main goals at home right now&#160;are to process my last five months and look for a job to earn some money. I am going through all of my notes from the new zealand lecture phase and rewriting and examining everything I&#8217;ve learned.&#160; I&#8217;m also job hunting for a local position involving the outdoors and kids (my two big passions in life). Both of these are keeping me busy. I can&#8217;t help feeling blessed and encouraged by my experiences and the love/patience God has shown me. You have been a part of my blessing, my support and my journey. I thank you for joining me and putting up with my sometimes long emails :^) I thank you for your prayers, your financial support, and your time! May God bless you in new and exciting ways!</div>
<div>Blessings,</div>
<div>Nicki</div>
<div>P.S. I have finally uploaded the rest of my outreach photos and here they are for your viewing pleasure.</div>
<div>1) &#160;<span><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046155&amp;l=8158c&amp;id=23502342"><span id="lw_1206832628_1" class="yshortcuts"><font color="#003399">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046155&amp;l=8158c&amp;id=23502342</font></span></a></span></div>
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<div><span><span>3)&#160; <span><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2048959&amp;l=2a438&amp;id=23502342"><span id="lw_1206832628_3" class="yshortcuts"><font color="#003399">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2048959&amp;l=2a438&amp;id=23502342</font></span></a></span></span></span></div>
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		<title>March 4th updates</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 16:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">It has been weeks since I have shared any updates and news. I am sorry for the lack of information. We spent four weeks down in the south of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_0" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span> and internet was expensive. But, now our missions team is back in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_1" class="yshortcuts">Oxford, New Zealand</span> and it is time to bring everyone up to date!</font></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">All of the school is back together again. The team from the <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_2" class="yshortcuts">Middle East</span>, <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_3" class="yshortcuts">India</span> and the two <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_4" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span> teams are all together as a family! I’ve missed these friends and it is a blessing to share stories and experiences from the last two months. Each team has an opportunity to present pictures, videos, stories and everything.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">This brings me to describe the last month on the islands. After leaving <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_5" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>, our team spent a few days in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_6" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> resting up. We then took a night bus (12 hours) down to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_7" class="yshortcuts">Krabi</span>. This is a coastal town on the west side of Southern Thailand. We were picked up by a missionary couple (our contacts in the region) who would house us for a few nights. It turns out that this couple, Doc and Zina are from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_8" class="yshortcuts">California</span>. They are Muay Thai boxers and their mission is to love, serve and reach out to the Thai boxers and people who come to matches. It turned into an opportunity for us to be blessed. We spent three great nights with these amazing people. They were extremely hospitable, encouraged us, shared wisdom &#38; experience and sent us off with blessing and love. After spending a month constantly giving out, it was a joy to be served and refreshed.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">We were sent out refreshed and ready to meet backpackers on the islands. We started on Raliegh Beach… a well-known rock climbing spot. There are reggae bars everywhere with live fire shows, cobra shows and muay Thai fighting. I have a hard time meeting people in bars so it was an interesting few days. We did make a great connection with some Swedish travelers. We arrived on Raliegh Beach and due to a miscommunication, we purchased one room too many for the night. We decided to give the room away to someone who walked in. Sure enough, three Swedes and a Norwegian walked in needing a room. We freely gave them our room. They were amazed…why would we give it away for free? They tried to pay us, but we just wanted to bless them. We didn’t know it then but this was the beginning of a great relationship. The group was made up of Yasu (Swedish guy), Lisa and Jill (Swedish girls) and Julia (Norwegian girl). Lisa went rock climbing with a few people form our group. We had dinner with them all a few times in the next few days.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">After three nights, we took a two-hour boat ride to Koh Phi Phi…my favorite place in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_9" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span>. This is an island shaped like an hourglass. In the middle is the town with markets, restaurants and more reggae bars. We stayed in the town for one night and needed to find a cheaper, more backpacker-friendly place to stay. So, we found another beach within walking distance of the town. We stayed in cheap, cockroach scampering, hot bungalows for one week. And it was a very blessed week!! I met more people that week and had more great conversations about beliefs, God, the Bible, etc than anywhere else on our trip. Our Swedish girls (as we call them collectively) met up with us on the beach and we spent the week together. Yasu…we never made plans to meet up with him. But he kept showing up everywhere. Our teammate Steven spent a lot of time with Yasu going on hikes, kayaking, sharing meals, etc.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">4. Dave and Rachel from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_11" class="yshortcuts">Wisconsin</span>. They are Christians teaching English in China and were on vacation on the islands. We encouraged each other and shared about our ministries.</font></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">5. Rosanna and Henry from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_12" class="yshortcuts">Scotland</span>. They are a Christian couple in their 80’s. Rosanna taught on YWAM schools like ours for a number of years. She was lively, joyful and full of wisdom for our team.</font></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">6. Howard from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_13" class="yshortcuts">Norway</span>. We talked about his life in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_14" class="yshortcuts">Norway</span> and briefly, what he believes and values.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">&#160;We have three days left in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_24" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span> of debrief and spending time together. We are a family and it’s time to bring closure to the group before leaving. I love you all and I am happy to finally share the news with you. I’ve desired to keep you all informed and it’s great to finally be able to. I do not know what my next chapter in life will be. I have many interests and opportunities to choose from. I’m excited to finally have some down time to pray and plan my next step. I will let you know what God has in store for me next. You’re prayers and encouragement have been such a support to me. You are truly a blessing.</font></font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">All of the school is back together again. The team from the <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_2" class="yshortcuts">Middle East</span>, <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_3" class="yshortcuts">India</span> and the two <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_4" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span> teams are all together as a family! I’ve missed these friends and it is a blessing to share stories and experiences from the last two months. Each team has an opportunity to present pictures, videos, stories and everything.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">This brings me to describe the last month on the islands. After leaving <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_5" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>, our team spent a few days in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_6" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> resting up. We then took a night bus (12 hours) down to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_7" class="yshortcuts">Krabi</span>. This is a coastal town on the west side of Southern Thailand. We were picked up by a missionary couple (our contacts in the region) who would house us for a few nights. It turns out that this couple, Doc and Zina are from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_8" class="yshortcuts">California</span>. They are Muay Thai boxers and their mission is to love, serve and reach out to the Thai boxers and people who come to matches. It turned into an opportunity for us to be blessed. We spent three great nights with these amazing people. They were extremely hospitable, encouraged us, shared wisdom &amp; experience and sent us off with blessing and love. After spending a month constantly giving out, it was a joy to be served and refreshed.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">We were sent out refreshed and ready to meet backpackers on the islands. We started on Raliegh Beach… a well-known rock climbing spot. There are reggae bars everywhere with live fire shows, cobra shows and muay Thai fighting. I have a hard time meeting people in bars so it was an interesting few days. We did make a great connection with some Swedish travelers. We arrived on Raliegh Beach and due to a miscommunication, we purchased one room too many for the night. We decided to give the room away to someone who walked in. Sure enough, three Swedes and a Norwegian walked in needing a room. We freely gave them our room. They were amazed…why would we give it away for free? They tried to pay us, but we just wanted to bless them. We didn’t know it then but this was the beginning of a great relationship. The group was made up of Yasu (Swedish guy), Lisa and Jill (Swedish girls) and Julia (Norwegian girl). Lisa went rock climbing with a few people form our group. We had dinner with them all a few times in the next few days.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">After three nights, we took a two-hour boat ride to Koh Phi Phi…my favorite place in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_9" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span>. This is an island shaped like an hourglass. In the middle is the town with markets, restaurants and more reggae bars. We stayed in the town for one night and needed to find a cheaper, more backpacker-friendly place to stay. So, we found another beach within walking distance of the town. We stayed in cheap, cockroach scampering, hot bungalows for one week. And it was a very blessed week!! I met more people that week and had more great conversations about beliefs, God, the Bible, etc than anywhere else on our trip. Our Swedish girls (as we call them collectively) met up with us on the beach and we spent the week together. Yasu…we never made plans to meet up with him. But he kept showing up everywhere. Our teammate Steven spent a lot of time with Yasu going on hikes, kayaking, sharing meals, etc.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">We spent many evenings with the Swedish girls and had an amazing conversation one night. We ended up talking about evolution vs. creation, Adam/Eve and original sin, sex, drinking, parties, churches, hypocrisy in the church, the Bible and its reliability, etc. The great thing about our talk was that it was a discussion. There was no one trying to argue their side and make the other person wrong. We were all respectful…no question or opinion was dumb or off limits. Lisa especially had a very opposite opinion from the rest of us and I was thankful for her complete honesty and openness on everything. The next afternoon, a few of our team went snorkeling with the girls. Lisa commented to Christine (teammate) that her and her friends had been talking about us after that night of discussion. Lisa admitted that they are jealous of the peace and joy we have in life. They want what we have. They are earnestly seeking for more out of life. Two nights later was Julia’s birthday. So our team had dinner with the girls and we presented a huge chocolate cake we had bought. Then as a present to all the girls we gave them Bibles, each with personal notes form us, and pictures of our team. They were so touched that we would care about them so much. What special girls they are….you cannot help but love them.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">4. Dave and Rachel from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_11" class="yshortcuts">Wisconsin</span>. They are Christians teaching English in China and were on vacation on the islands. We encouraged each other and shared about our ministries.</font></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">5. Rosanna and Henry from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_12" class="yshortcuts">Scotland</span>. They are a Christian couple in their 80’s. Rosanna taught on YWAM schools like ours for a number of years. She was lively, joyful and full of wisdom for our team.</font></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">6. Howard from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_13" class="yshortcuts">Norway</span>. We talked about his life in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_14" class="yshortcuts">Norway</span> and briefly, what he believes and values.</font></div>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;</span> That day was our last official day of outreach. <font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Our team of seven left on Friday afternoon from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_19" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok, Thailand</span> and flew to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_20" class="yshortcuts">Sydney, Australia</span>. It should have been easy for us to return….we only had one more flight from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_21" class="yshortcuts">Sydney</span> to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_22" class="yshortcuts">Christchurch, New Zealand</span>. Due to troubles with visas, we had to leave our team leader (Katie) behind. The airport would not let her board the plane because of a red flag on her passport. After two months together, we all had to get on a plane and leave her behind. It was so hard to do. We’ve been home in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_23" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span> now for three days and she is still stuck there. The immigration office keeps giving her trouble and she officially cannot get a New Zealand visa in time. She won’t make it for our debrief week or her own staff debrief week…she is just going to fly home to the states.<span>&#160;</span></font></font></font></font></p>
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<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">&#160;We have three days left in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832572_24" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span> of debrief and spending time together. We are a family and it’s time to bring closure to the group before leaving. I love you all and I am happy to finally share the news with you. I’ve desired to keep you all informed and it’s great to finally be able to. I do not know what my next chapter in life will be. I have many interests and opportunities to choose from. I’m excited to finally have some down time to pray and plan my next step. I will let you know what God has in store for me next. You’re prayers and encouragement have been such a support to me. You are truly a blessing.</font></font></div>
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		<title>Events from February 3rd!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div>this past week and a half was nothing that I expected it to be. My last email update said that our team was heading to cambodia on last thursday, that my german friend Ute was joining us and that we'd be back in about a week. Well...scratch those last notes and let me tell you what really happened!</div>
<div>**eh eh eh...clears throat****</div>
<div>It all started earlier in the week with a man named Erik. My teammate Christine met a man in an internet cafe named Erik. He's an older gentleman, from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_0" class="yshortcuts">Canada</span> and dying of Cancer. She saw him laying on a couch in the cafe crying and had compassion for him. She started a conversation with him, found out about his condition and quickly was attached to showing this man love and being his friend. Erik doesn't think that he is worthy of love and attention. He is abrupt and reistant to friends. His condition has worsened and he needs to go to the Canadian embassy to get a flight home. She offers to take the taxi with him and help him out. He tries to pay her and others when they help him...he doesn't think he's worthy of friends and people who just want to help him. Well, his health is deteriorating and he's admited to the hospital. The doctors only give him a few days to live.</div>
<div>So, it's wednesday night and we're supposed to leave for <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_1" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> the next day. We have our daily team meeting and Christine feels that God wants her to stay with Erik. She needs to be with him during his stay in the hospital and his last few&#160;days. We discuss as a team our options. Do we split up (a few of us stay and a few go), do we all stay or all go. Well, none of us felt right about splitting. We are a united team that God has brought together, we stay together. And since Christine says that God wants her to stay...okay, we'll stay for a few days. Well, with this decision, Ute decides that she's spent enough time in Bangkok and wants to move on to the islands. I don't blame her...it's not a great city to spend much time in.</div>
<div>I am disapointed because I feel like it's a missed opportunity with her. But the week that we spent together was amazing. We spent much time talking, learning about each other, opening up and sharing our own life expereinces/beliefs. She joined our team one night for our singing worship and enjoyed it. The night that she decided to not join us in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_2" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>, we had a great talk. We talked about God's miracles, believing in things we've never seen before, and praying. She has some stuff going on back home and asked for prayer. So, I asked her if we could pray together right then. She agreed and it was beautiful to hear her pour out her concerns and heart to God. RIght after that, I felt the Holy Spirit tell me that I needed to give her my Bible. The funny thing is that back in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_3" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span>, I actually felt like God wanted me to give my Bible away when we were on missions outreach. I even looked at Bibles in a store in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_4" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span>, thinking that I could buy another one to give away. But no, God wanted me to give mine away. Even since then, I feel like I've been preparing it for someone. When I met Ute, I thought it might be her, but I wasn't sure. THat night after we prayed, God wanted me to give it away right then. So, I asked her if she would accept my Bible. She agreed and was excited. But she felt uncomfotable taking mine so we agreed that she's only borrowing it until we meet again on the islands. I'm going to pray about it, but I'm already pretty sure that she is meant to permanantly keep it. Our last night we hung out we had another great conversation about God. (As a side note,what I love about our talks is that she's the one who is curious and asks me questions. I never have to push her or bring it up. SHe is pursuing GOd and wants to know.) So, Ute said that she wants to keep praying to God and wanted some advice on how to do that. We talked about&#160;what she wanted prayer for&#160;and I explained that everything she said to me, she could say to God. There is no formula, no fancy words, no right way of saying it. God just wants a conversation with her. She can share all her emtions, feelings, thoughts..all of it in a jumbled mess as well! It was such an encouragement talking with her. SHe left the next afternoon and we're communicating through email until we meet up on the islands again. She could use some prayer as she is searching out God!</div>
<div>What happens with Erick: Erik's condition does not improve, but his attitude does. He begins to accept Christine, Bryan and Steven's love and friendship. They spend a lot of time with him at the hospital. He still doesn't want them to pray for him, he is resistant. They have many great and many discouraging conversations about God and what he believes. He is basically a man without hope. By the weekend...it is time for us to leave. Our visas in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_5" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span> are up and we have to leave the country to get new ones. So,&#160; they say their goodbyes to Erik, leave him with a Bible, a worship CD and Steven leaves him his CD player. I know that it was difficult for them to leave him...but they have shared God with him and now it's between God and Erik to figure out the rest. God is always more capable than we are.</div>
<div>On saturday afternoon, the day before leaving for <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_6" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>...we are all relaxing (in the airconditioned lounge) of everyvody's favorite Starbucks. We start up a conversation with a man named Daniel. He is from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_7" class="yshortcuts">Atlanta, Georgia</span>...he's 19, just graduated from High School and has been traveling the&#160;around (greece, turkey, <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_8" class="yshortcuts">syria</span>, thailand)&#160;alone since september. He's waiting for his plane to leave in a week and has already been in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_9" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> for two weeks. He's bored and tired of the city. So we did the obvious thing (sarcastic and amused tone) after talking with him only a little while and invited him to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_10" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> with us!&#160; He thought about it, joined us for dinner that night and agreed to meet up with us in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_11" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> the day after we leave.</div>
<div>God is amazing! I knew that someone was supposed to come with us to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_12" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> and when Ute wasn't coming, it just didn't seem right. What a blessing to have him join us. We left early sunday morning and took a mini bus to the border. Went through the border, got on another non-airconditioned, not comfortable, dusty bus and started out. It's about a six hour drive to go about 150 K. It's known as the&#160;worst well-traveled road in the world (according to lonely planet). I beleive it. It was a washboard the entire way, swerving, potholes&#160;and dusty. But the scenery was amazing. I found out during that drive that I absolutely love <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_13" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>. THe part we drove through is flat, dry and you can see for miles. THere is a lot of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_14" class="yshortcuts">farmland</span> and small local villages. We stayed in Siem Reap for about five days (by the way, the food is amazing, way better than thai food). Daniel joined with us a day later. We spent our first day resting. We got into town really late the first night, so we just spent a day resting from all our travels. It was well needed and great.</div>
<div>THe next two days were spent at Ankor Wat. Ankor means city and Wat means temple...it's essentially a city of temples...in the jungle. We're up in the green jungle hills of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_15" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>. These temples used to be for hindu gods, then a few centuries they turned into buddhist temples and now they are mostly ruins. A few monks reside there but it's mostly run-down temples with tourists everywhere. What I loved about this place was the jungle. The trees and vines are taking over these temples in miraclous ways. WHen I have a chance to post pictures..you'll see what I mean. There are buildings with gigantic trees coming out of the top and their huge roots wrap around columns and climb up walls. I love trees....I have a small fascination with them and it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen...the jungle (God's creation) taking over these temple ruins. We even watched the sunrise over the main temple one morning and had a praise and worship time (singing, reading scripture and praying). It was freeing and beautiful to give God glory in this place. While we were there, we spent our time talking with Daniel, getting to know him and blessing him when we could (paying for his meals, helping him out however we can). It was great to just&#160;show him love.</div>
<div>While we were at the temples, we encountered a lot of the children there. They are as young as four and as old as about fourteen. THey wander around selling things to the foriegners. Bracelets, books, whatever. THey are pushy and they say that they need the money for school and it's so sad to see them. It's so easy as a tourist to just brush them off. But even though we didn't always buy things (you never know where the money goes), we would offer them food or just talk with them. There was a girl about 12 named Dala (sp?) that we talked to for a while. We actually talked about God and found out that her best friend's family are christians. (these kids speak great english by the way). We listened to her and shared with her about God and Jesus. THen we offered her a Bible and wrote a note to her inside. She was very excited to get it. I never thought we'd minister to these children...but they need hope in their lives too!.</div>
<div>After two days at the temples, it was time to&#160;move&#160;on back to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_16" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok,&#160;Thailand</span>. &#160;All of us packed into taxis this time (not big bumpy buses) for a quicker, cooler and less dusty ride back. Well, I prefer the bus. These taxis drive that maniacs! Swerving back and forth, flying over bumps and basically just making me feel sick. I've never been so ready to get out of&#160;a taxi. We made it through the border, grabbed another bus and headed back to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_17" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span>. We spent a last meal with Daniel and said our goodbyes. He flew out the next day to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_18" class="yshortcuts">Greece</span> and we had a day in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_19" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> before taking a night bus.</div>
<div>So, we had a day to hangout at the <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_20" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> YWAM base. THen onto the night bus we went as we traveled down to the south of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_21" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span>. We are currently in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_22" class="yshortcuts">Krabi</span>, an oceanside town. We will stay here a while (not sure how long) and head to the islands after this. And that is the most updated news of our team.</div>
<div>I know that this was a ridiculously long email. Forgive me my wordiness...but I felt like there was so much to say. Thank you again for all of your prayers and encouragement. Please pray for Ute, Erik, Daniel and Dala that God continues to work on them and speak to them. Please pray for the encounters that we will have here in the south.</div>
<div>I love and appreciate you all!</div>
<div>God Bless,</div>
<div>Nicki</div>

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<div>this past week and a half was nothing that I expected it to be. My last email update said that our team was heading to cambodia on last thursday, that my german friend Ute was joining us and that we&#8217;d be back in about a week. Well&#8230;scratch those last notes and let me tell you what really happened!</div>
<div>**eh eh eh&#8230;clears throat****</div>
<div>It all started earlier in the week with a man named Erik. My teammate Christine met a man in an internet cafe named Erik. He&#8217;s an older gentleman, from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_0" class="yshortcuts">Canada</span> and dying of Cancer. She saw him laying on a couch in the cafe crying and had compassion for him. She started a conversation with him, found out about his condition and quickly was attached to showing this man love and being his friend. Erik doesn&#8217;t think that he is worthy of love and attention. He is abrupt and reistant to friends. His condition has worsened and he needs to go to the Canadian embassy to get a flight home. She offers to take the taxi with him and help him out. He tries to pay her and others when they help him&#8230;he doesn&#8217;t think he&#8217;s worthy of friends and people who just want to help him. Well, his health is deteriorating and he&#8217;s admited to the hospital. The doctors only give him a few days to live.</div>
<div>So, it&#8217;s wednesday night and we&#8217;re supposed to leave for <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_1" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> the next day. We have our daily team meeting and Christine feels that God wants her to stay with Erik. She needs to be with him during his stay in the hospital and his last few&#160;days. We discuss as a team our options. Do we split up (a few of us stay and a few go), do we all stay or all go. Well, none of us felt right about splitting. We are a united team that God has brought together, we stay together. And since Christine says that God wants her to stay&#8230;okay, we&#8217;ll stay for a few days. Well, with this decision, Ute decides that she&#8217;s spent enough time in Bangkok and wants to move on to the islands. I don&#8217;t blame her&#8230;it&#8217;s not a great city to spend much time in.</div>
<div>I am disapointed because I feel like it&#8217;s a missed opportunity with her. But the week that we spent together was amazing. We spent much time talking, learning about each other, opening up and sharing our own life expereinces/beliefs. She joined our team one night for our singing worship and enjoyed it. The night that she decided to not join us in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_2" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>, we had a great talk. We talked about God&#8217;s miracles, believing in things we&#8217;ve never seen before, and praying. She has some stuff going on back home and asked for prayer. So, I asked her if we could pray together right then. She agreed and it was beautiful to hear her pour out her concerns and heart to God. RIght after that, I felt the Holy Spirit tell me that I needed to give her my Bible. The funny thing is that back in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_3" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span>, I actually felt like God wanted me to give my Bible away when we were on missions outreach. I even looked at Bibles in a store in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_4" class="yshortcuts">New Zealand</span>, thinking that I could buy another one to give away. But no, God wanted me to give mine away. Even since then, I feel like I&#8217;ve been preparing it for someone. When I met Ute, I thought it might be her, but I wasn&#8217;t sure. THat night after we prayed, God wanted me to give it away right then. So, I asked her if she would accept my Bible. She agreed and was excited. But she felt uncomfotable taking mine so we agreed that she&#8217;s only borrowing it until we meet again on the islands. I&#8217;m going to pray about it, but I&#8217;m already pretty sure that she is meant to permanantly keep it. Our last night we hung out we had another great conversation about God. (As a side note,what I love about our talks is that she&#8217;s the one who is curious and asks me questions. I never have to push her or bring it up. SHe is pursuing GOd and wants to know.) So, Ute said that she wants to keep praying to God and wanted some advice on how to do that. We talked about&#160;what she wanted prayer for&#160;and I explained that everything she said to me, she could say to God. There is no formula, no fancy words, no right way of saying it. God just wants a conversation with her. She can share all her emtions, feelings, thoughts..all of it in a jumbled mess as well! It was such an encouragement talking with her. SHe left the next afternoon and we&#8217;re communicating through email until we meet up on the islands again. She could use some prayer as she is searching out God!</div>
<div>What happens with Erick: Erik&#8217;s condition does not improve, but his attitude does. He begins to accept Christine, Bryan and Steven&#8217;s love and friendship. They spend a lot of time with him at the hospital. He still doesn&#8217;t want them to pray for him, he is resistant. They have many great and many discouraging conversations about God and what he believes. He is basically a man without hope. By the weekend&#8230;it is time for us to leave. Our visas in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_5" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span> are up and we have to leave the country to get new ones. So,&#160; they say their goodbyes to Erik, leave him with a Bible, a worship CD and Steven leaves him his CD player. I know that it was difficult for them to leave him&#8230;but they have shared God with him and now it&#8217;s between God and Erik to figure out the rest. God is always more capable than we are.</div>
<div>On saturday afternoon, the day before leaving for <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_6" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>&#8230;we are all relaxing (in the airconditioned lounge) of everyvody&#8217;s favorite Starbucks. We start up a conversation with a man named Daniel. He is from <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_7" class="yshortcuts">Atlanta, Georgia</span>&#8230;he&#8217;s 19, just graduated from High School and has been traveling the&#160;around (greece, turkey, <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_8" class="yshortcuts">syria</span>, thailand)&#160;alone since september. He&#8217;s waiting for his plane to leave in a week and has already been in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_9" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> for two weeks. He&#8217;s bored and tired of the city. So we did the obvious thing (sarcastic and amused tone) after talking with him only a little while and invited him to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_10" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> with us!&#160; He thought about it, joined us for dinner that night and agreed to meet up with us in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_11" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> the day after we leave.</div>
<div>God is amazing! I knew that someone was supposed to come with us to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_12" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span> and when Ute wasn&#8217;t coming, it just didn&#8217;t seem right. What a blessing to have him join us. We left early sunday morning and took a mini bus to the border. Went through the border, got on another non-airconditioned, not comfortable, dusty bus and started out. It&#8217;s about a six hour drive to go about 150 K. It&#8217;s known as the&#160;worst well-traveled road in the world (according to lonely planet). I beleive it. It was a washboard the entire way, swerving, potholes&#160;and dusty. But the scenery was amazing. I found out during that drive that I absolutely love <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_13" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>. THe part we drove through is flat, dry and you can see for miles. THere is a lot of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_14" class="yshortcuts">farmland</span> and small local villages. We stayed in Siem Reap for about five days (by the way, the food is amazing, way better than thai food). Daniel joined with us a day later. We spent our first day resting. We got into town really late the first night, so we just spent a day resting from all our travels. It was well needed and great.</div>
<div>THe next two days were spent at Ankor Wat. Ankor means city and Wat means temple&#8230;it&#8217;s essentially a city of temples&#8230;in the jungle. We&#8217;re up in the green jungle hills of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_15" class="yshortcuts">Cambodia</span>. These temples used to be for hindu gods, then a few centuries they turned into buddhist temples and now they are mostly ruins. A few monks reside there but it&#8217;s mostly run-down temples with tourists everywhere. What I loved about this place was the jungle. The trees and vines are taking over these temples in miraclous ways. WHen I have a chance to post pictures..you&#8217;ll see what I mean. There are buildings with gigantic trees coming out of the top and their huge roots wrap around columns and climb up walls. I love trees&#8230;.I have a small fascination with them and it was one of the most beautiful things I&#8217;ve ever seen&#8230;the jungle (God&#8217;s creation) taking over these temple ruins. We even watched the sunrise over the main temple one morning and had a praise and worship time (singing, reading scripture and praying). It was freeing and beautiful to give God glory in this place. While we were there, we spent our time talking with Daniel, getting to know him and blessing him when we could (paying for his meals, helping him out however we can). It was great to just&#160;show him love.</div>
<div>While we were at the temples, we encountered a lot of the children there. They are as young as four and as old as about fourteen. THey wander around selling things to the foriegners. Bracelets, books, whatever. THey are pushy and they say that they need the money for school and it&#8217;s so sad to see them. It&#8217;s so easy as a tourist to just brush them off. But even though we didn&#8217;t always buy things (you never know where the money goes), we would offer them food or just talk with them. There was a girl about 12 named Dala (sp?) that we talked to for a while. We actually talked about God and found out that her best friend&#8217;s family are christians. (these kids speak great english by the way). We listened to her and shared with her about God and Jesus. THen we offered her a Bible and wrote a note to her inside. She was very excited to get it. I never thought we&#8217;d minister to these children&#8230;but they need hope in their lives too!.</div>
<div>After two days at the temples, it was time to&#160;move&#160;on back to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_16" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok,&#160;Thailand</span>. &#160;All of us packed into taxis this time (not big bumpy buses) for a quicker, cooler and less dusty ride back. Well, I prefer the bus. These taxis drive that maniacs! Swerving back and forth, flying over bumps and basically just making me feel sick. I&#8217;ve never been so ready to get out of&#160;a taxi. We made it through the border, grabbed another bus and headed back to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_17" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span>. We spent a last meal with Daniel and said our goodbyes. He flew out the next day to <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_18" class="yshortcuts">Greece</span> and we had a day in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_19" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> before taking a night bus.</div>
<div>So, we had a day to hangout at the <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_20" class="yshortcuts">Bangkok</span> YWAM base. THen onto the night bus we went as we traveled down to the south of <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_21" class="yshortcuts">Thailand</span>. We are currently in <span style="cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed" id="lw_1206832429_22" class="yshortcuts">Krabi</span>, an oceanside town. We will stay here a while (not sure how long) and head to the islands after this. And that is the most updated news of our team.</div>
<div>I know that this was a ridiculously long email. Forgive me my wordiness&#8230;but I felt like there was so much to say. Thank you again for all of your prayers and encouragement. Please pray for Ute, Erik, Daniel and Dala that God continues to work on them and speak to them. Please pray for the encounters that we will have here in the south.</div>
<div>I love and appreciate you all!</div>
<div>God Bless,</div>
<div>Nicki</div>
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		<title>still in thailand</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2008/01/25/still-in-thailand/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 00:42:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[please forgive mylack on updates. it's been weeks since I've sent out my thoughts...so here they are. Our team of seven are still in Thailand...Bangkok to be exact.<br />
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We spent our first week and a half up north near Chiang Rei at a children's education center/orphange. The children were absolutley amazing and a huge blessing to me. From there we traveled the way of the backpacker...down through Chiang Mei and then to Bangkok. We are staying in a popular spot for travelers...which means partiers. I have a hard time reaching out to the party crowd here. I've felt very alone, tired and road weary here. It's hard to see what we're doing. In fact, I haven't felt very united with our team. THen a few nights ago our team was confronted with our own lack of focus and the our selfishness. THe Holy Spirit moved us to speak out our fears, our hurts, everything. THen last night, more came out and we recognized that our unity has been under attack. But God forgives and we confessed, took communion together and now we're on to a new beginning. I really believe that things will be different for us. I already feel lighter.<br />
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We are in Bangkok and God is using us to reach people in small and big ways. I spent this past week with a german woman named Ute. She's awesome and she's searching for God. SHe already believes in new age ideas...all gods lead to the same god. SHe believes in Budha and postive/negative energy, etc. I had a hard time knowing how to relate to her at first but after a few days getting to know her, I began to understand her and how she needed God. I never told her that her beliefs were wrong, I just shared my own beliefs. SHe was not only open to hearing my thoughts but saked a lot of questions. SHe has a lot of hurt and doesn't always see herself as worthy of love. During our week together, it was like watching a flower bloom. She started to talk more about God, we prayed together and I gave her my Bible (something that I felt very strongly about doing). It just felt right...the whole week. We parted ways but we'll both be on the islands around the same time...so I will see her again soon.<br />
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Today we had our worship/singing time in the park and it was so freeing to be outside worshiping God. I already feel lighter and I have so much hope for our group and what God is doing here in Bangkok!<br />
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We head out to Cambodia in a few days and I'm not sure how long we will be there. I will give more information when I have it.<br />
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Love always,<br />
Nicki
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>please forgive mylack on updates. it&#8217;s been weeks since I&#8217;ve sent out my thoughts&#8230;so here they are. Our team of seven are still in Thailand&#8230;Bangkok to be exact.</p>
<p>We spent our first week and a half up north near Chiang Rei at a children&#8217;s education center/orphange. The children were absolutley amazing and a huge blessing to me. From there we traveled the way of the backpacker&#8230;down through Chiang Mei and then to Bangkok. We are staying in a popular spot for travelers&#8230;which means partiers. I have a hard time reaching out to the party crowd here. I&#8217;ve felt very alone, tired and road weary here. It&#8217;s hard to see what we&#8217;re doing. In fact, I haven&#8217;t felt very united with our team. THen a few nights ago our team was confronted with our own lack of focus and the our selfishness. THe Holy Spirit moved us to speak out our fears, our hurts, everything. THen last night, more came out and we recognized that our unity has been under attack. But God forgives and we confessed, took communion together and now we&#8217;re on to a new beginning. I really believe that things will be different for us. I already feel lighter.</p>
<p>We are in Bangkok and God is using us to reach people in small and big ways. I spent this past week with a german woman named Ute. She&#8217;s awesome and she&#8217;s searching for God. SHe already believes in new age ideas&#8230;all gods lead to the same god. SHe believes in Budha and postive/negative energy, etc. I had a hard time knowing how to relate to her at first but after a few days getting to know her, I began to understand her and how she needed God. I never told her that her beliefs were wrong, I just shared my own beliefs. SHe was not only open to hearing my thoughts but saked a lot of questions. SHe has a lot of hurt and doesn&#8217;t always see herself as worthy of love. During our week together, it was like watching a flower bloom. She started to talk more about God, we prayed together and I gave her my Bible (something that I felt very strongly about doing). It just felt right&#8230;the whole week. We parted ways but we&#8217;ll both be on the islands around the same time&#8230;so I will see her again soon.</p>
<p>Today we had our worship/singing time in the park and it was so freeing to be outside worshiping God. I already feel lighter and I have so much hope for our group and what God is doing here in Bangkok!</p>
<p>We head out to Cambodia in a few days and I&#8217;m not sure how long we will be there. I will give more information when I have it.</p>
<p>Love always,<br />
Nicki
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		<title>How long have I known this?</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2007/12/26/how-long-have-i-known-this/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 20:05:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of our school leaders shared an experience of a friend of hers. Suzie, a photographer, travels around the world to different cultures and people groups. She not only takes photos of the people she meets, but also shares about Jesus and who He is. She was in India, in one of the major cities, and visiting prostitutes. She purposely went to go see a wparticular woman, she was know as the most beautiful prostitute. This woman had been sold into the sex trade at the age of three. Suzie spent time with her, taking her picture and sharing about Jesus, through a translator. She explained everything about God, the one God and creator, the promises of God, Jesus, His ministry, his claims and how He died to cleanse her sins. Suzie's words had this woman in tears. When Suzie was done speaking, the woman asked Suzie, "How long have you known this?" Suzie said that she was raised a Christian and has known her entire life. THen the woman asked, "How long has your country known?" Suzie tried to explain that her country has known for centuries and parts of the world have known for two thousand years. Lastly, the woman asked "Why hasn't someone told me this before?"<br />
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Why? There people all around the world who are assessible to get to and willing/wanting to hear about Jesus. Why then are they not told the good news? I felt extremely convicted when I heard this news. Who will spread the news? Jesus tells us to go and make disciples of <u>all</u> nations. Everyone deserves to hear. Everyone deserves to know. Everyone deserves the choice.<br />
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<i>Then I heard the voice of the Lord asking, "who will go for uf and whom shall I send?" And I said, "Here am I, send me!"</i>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>One of our school leaders shared an experience of a friend of hers. Suzie, a photographer, travels around the world to different cultures and people groups. She not only takes photos of the people she meets, but also shares about Jesus and who He is. She was in India, in one of the major cities, and visiting prostitutes. She purposely went to go see a wparticular woman, she was know as the most beautiful prostitute. This woman had been sold into the sex trade at the age of three. Suzie spent time with her, taking her picture and sharing about Jesus, through a translator. She explained everything about God, the one God and creator, the promises of God, Jesus, His ministry, his claims and how He died to cleanse her sins. Suzie&#8217;s words had this woman in tears. When Suzie was done speaking, the woman asked Suzie, &#8220;How long have you known this?&#8221; Suzie said that she was raised a Christian and has known her entire life. THen the woman asked, &#8220;How long has your country known?&#8221; Suzie tried to explain that her country has known for centuries and parts of the world have known for two thousand years. Lastly, the woman asked &#8220;Why hasn&#8217;t someone told me this before?&#8221;</p>
<p>Why? There people all around the world who are assessible to get to and willing/wanting to hear about Jesus. Why then are they not told the good news? I felt extremely convicted when I heard this news. Who will spread the news? Jesus tells us to go and make disciples of <u>all</u> nations. Everyone deserves to hear. Everyone deserves to know. Everyone deserves the choice.</p>
<p><i>Then I heard the voice of the Lord asking, &#8220;who will go for uf and whom shall I send?&#8221; And I said, &#8220;Here am I, send me!&#8221;</i>
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		<title>more photos</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2007/12/12/more-photos/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 17:50:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here is another link with the most updated photos. <span><a href="http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2044310&#38;l=07155&#38;id=23502342">http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2044310&#38;l=07155&#38;id=23502342</a><br />
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I have 18 days left until our team leaves for Thailand and Cambodia! We have only two weeks of lectures left to prepare us. Please continue to pray for us. Thank you!</span>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Here is another link with the most updated photos. <span><a href="http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2044310&amp;l=07155&amp;id=23502342">http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2044310&amp;l=07155&amp;id=23502342</a></p>
<p>I have 18 days left until our team leaves for Thailand and Cambodia! We have only two weeks of lectures left to prepare us. Please continue to pray for us. Thank you!</span>
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		<title>a burden on my heart</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2007/12/10/a-burden-on-my-heart/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:25:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I just want to share a burden&#160;that God put on my heart. We had worship this morning and God showed me the nations of the earth. I had compassion as he showed me all the hurting, lost, and spiritually hungry people. One of our staff described a picture of a unimaginably large valley filled with every tribe, tongue and nation on earth. There was a mountain in the middle that God dwelled in. All the nations were faced toward the mountain, praising God in their own language. It was overwhelmingly beautiful! I await the day when everyone will turn to God. And He wants me to be a part of the mission too. My heart was burdened and I cried during worship. God loves everyone and has a desire for all people. Praise God!!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I just want to share a burden&#160;that God put on my heart. We had worship this morning and God showed me the nations of the earth. I had compassion as he showed me all the hurting, lost, and spiritually hungry people. One of our staff described a picture of a unimaginably large valley filled with every tribe, tongue and nation on earth. There was a mountain in the middle that God dwelled in. All the nations were faced toward the mountain, praising God in their own language. It was overwhelmingly beautiful! I await the day when everyone will turn to God. And He wants me to be a part of the mission too. My heart was burdened and I cried during worship. God loves everyone and has a desire for all people. Praise God!!
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		<title>Church serving and the Holy Spirit&#8230;.</title>
		<link>http://backpackingnewzealand.blog.com/2007/12/06/church-serving-and-the-holy-spirit/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 00:04:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last week was the first chance&#160;for our outreach team to work and serve together. Last week was Church Serving Week. Basically, what this means is that all the students are split into our outreach teams and we're assigned a church somewhere on the south island to serve for a week. We were sent to Rangiora Baptist Church (only about 20 mintues away). So of the other teams were sentfar north or south (6 hours away) to work at churches and camps. Everyone's work varied from moving rocks, painting, mowing, construction, playing games with kids, running Bible studies, cleaning, landscaping, etc. Our team was in charge of painting the Youth House next to the church. THis building had a few offices, a prayer room and a huge youth hang-out space with "graveyard furniture" (old crappy looking furniture). We spent the whole preping, scraping, taping, painting walls, doors, doorframes AND a mural in the youth hang-out. Christine is one&#160;of the students on our team and she is an amazing artist. She incorporated the church youth group's&#160;vision statement into a beautiful, three-wall mural. She drew the mural out and told us where to paint what color. We spent the&#160;entire week painting in&#160;it and it is beautiful. Here's a link to photos I've posted online. I didn't get a shot of the finished mural (I forgot my camera on the last day...dumb) but you can see the progression. <span><br />
<a href="http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043978&#38;l=016c1&#38;id=23502342">http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043978&#38;l=016c1&#38;id=23502342</a><br />
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While we were at Church Serving Week, we stayed with a family from the church. Sue and Layton Baker. They had a huge house with 12 rooms, on about 10 acres of land. We were right next to a huge apple orchard and they gave us heaps of fresh apples and apple juice. They had a newly retired race horse on their proprty names Tilly. She was a very sweet and gentle horse and I loved to go down and feed her apples. She loved the attention. Since we had so many rooms in the house, we each had our own room. It's the first time I've had my own room since I've been here and it was definately a blessing. I've been sleeping in a sleeping bag in an uncomfortable bed where I can feel the slats beneath me. A whole week in a&#160;huge bed with sheets was AMAZING! it's awesome how a small blessing can make such a huge difference. The family had four kids and the two younger boys (12 and 15years old) made us pancakes one morning. THey were always hanging arounf trying to help clean-up and do dishes. We had our own space upstairs with a kitchen and livng area. It was wonderful to cook our own meals, I've missed that. Basically, it was awesome that we were there to bless the church through painting and this family was blessing us right back! Oh, cool thing about the mural. We found out at then end of the week that the youth pastor, Grant, had been praying for an artist to come to the church and do something in the Youth House. He had just been to&#160; a youth pastor conference<br />
that talked about having your surroundings inspiring so that you can inspire the youth. That's why he was repainting his office in the first place. When we got there and saw the furniture graveyard room and how grundgy it looked, we asked if they wanted something special done. It was exactly what he had been praying about. The room is now an inspriation to him and the youth! I love how God works!<br />
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<br /></span>It's a little bit hard to be back in&#160; lectures again after a joyful week off. Our speaker this week is Hank. He's originally from the Netherlands but has lived in New Zealand now for forty years. He is lecturing about the Deity of Christ and the Holy Spirit. He spent the first fews days explaining what Jesus claimed about himself and describing his authority. Now we're moving on to the Holy Spirit. We've discussed the Holy SPirit's presence in the Old Testament, the Gospels, the general characteristics of the Holy Spirit and how it all fits in with the trinity. To be honest, the Holy Spirit is not something that I usually understand, search after or pray to. However, I feel like I beginning to understand His purpose and desiring more of Him in my relationship with God and Jesus. There has been a lot of talk here about the Holy Spirit and how He moves. I've been pretty confused since the first week...I don't come from a church that openly shows or talks about the Hily SPirit. I know that there are charasmatic churches out there, but I never understood them. I've talked with a lot of people, heard a few lectures on it, prayed about and questoned God. I'm still trying to formulate an idea of what I believe. So far, from what I understand: When we are saved (when we turn our lives over to Jesus and ask for the forgiveness of our sin) we recieve the Holy Spirit. Totally, 100% Holy Spirit filled. This filling of the spirit is for me. He guides me, encourages me, teaches me, is my helper, etc. However, there is another annointing (or filling) of the Holy SPirit that comes from what's called "Holy Spirit Baptism" This Holy Spirit is totally for other people. That's where you have people that propeshy, speak in tongues, discern spirits, speak wisdom into people's lives, etc. These spiritual gifts are for helping other people. I still don't understand all about how that works...but it gives me a better understanding. We have one more day talking about the Holy Spirit. I think we will talk about our spiritual gifts tomorrow! Well.. that's what's happening down here. I have three more weeks left until Thailand!!!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Last week was the first chance&#160;for our outreach team to work and serve together. Last week was Church Serving Week. Basically, what this means is that all the students are split into our outreach teams and we&#8217;re assigned a church somewhere on the south island to serve for a week. We were sent to Rangiora Baptist Church (only about 20 mintues away). So of the other teams were sentfar north or south (6 hours away) to work at churches and camps. Everyone&#8217;s work varied from moving rocks, painting, mowing, construction, playing games with kids, running Bible studies, cleaning, landscaping, etc. Our team was in charge of painting the Youth House next to the church. THis building had a few offices, a prayer room and a huge youth hang-out space with &#8220;graveyard furniture&#8221; (old crappy looking furniture). We spent the whole preping, scraping, taping, painting walls, doors, doorframes AND a mural in the youth hang-out. Christine is one&#160;of the students on our team and she is an amazing artist. She incorporated the church youth group&#8217;s&#160;vision statement into a beautiful, three-wall mural. She drew the mural out and told us where to paint what color. We spent the&#160;entire week painting in&#160;it and it is beautiful. Here&#8217;s a link to photos I&#8217;ve posted online. I didn&#8217;t get a shot of the finished mural (I forgot my camera on the last day&#8230;dumb) but you can see the progression. <span><br />
<a href="http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043978&amp;l=016c1&amp;id=23502342">http://umt.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2043978&amp;l=016c1&amp;id=23502342</a></p>
<p>While we were at Church Serving Week, we stayed with a family from the church. Sue and Layton Baker. They had a huge house with 12 rooms, on about 10 acres of land. We were right next to a huge apple orchard and they gave us heaps of fresh apples and apple juice. They had a newly retired race horse on their proprty names Tilly. She was a very sweet and gentle horse and I loved to go down and feed her apples. She loved the attention. Since we had so many rooms in the house, we each had our own room. It&#8217;s the first time I&#8217;ve had my own room since I&#8217;ve been here and it was definately a blessing. I&#8217;ve been sleeping in a sleeping bag in an uncomfortable bed where I can feel the slats beneath me. A whole week in a&#160;huge bed with sheets was AMAZING! it&#8217;s awesome how a small blessing can make such a huge difference. The family had four kids and the two younger boys (12 and 15years old) made us pancakes one morning. THey were always hanging arounf trying to help clean-up and do dishes. We had our own space upstairs with a kitchen and livng area. It was wonderful to cook our own meals, I&#8217;ve missed that. Basically, it was awesome that we were there to bless the church through painting and this family was blessing us right back! Oh, cool thing about the mural. We found out at then end of the week that the youth pastor, Grant, had been praying for an artist to come to the church and do something in the Youth House. He had just been to&#160; a youth pastor conference<br />
that talked about having your surroundings inspiring so that you can inspire the youth. That&#8217;s why he was repainting his office in the first place. When we got there and saw the furniture graveyard room and how grundgy it looked, we asked if they wanted something special done. It was exactly what he had been praying about. The room is now an inspriation to him and the youth! I love how God works!</p>
<p></span>It&#8217;s a little bit hard to be back in&#160; lectures again after a joyful week off. Our speaker this week is Hank. He&#8217;s originally from the Netherlands but has lived in New Zealand now for forty years. He is lecturing about the Deity of Christ and the Holy Spirit. He spent the first fews days explaining what Jesus claimed about himself and describing his authority. Now we&#8217;re moving on to the Holy Spirit. We&#8217;ve discussed the Holy SPirit&#8217;s presence in the Old Testament, the Gospels, the general characteristics of the Holy Spirit and how it all fits in with the trinity. To be honest, the Holy Spirit is not something that I usually understand, search after or pray to. However, I feel like I beginning to understand His purpose and desiring more of Him in my relationship with God and Jesus. There has been a lot of talk here about the Holy Spirit and how He moves. I&#8217;ve been pretty confused since the first week&#8230;I don&#8217;t come from a church that openly shows or talks about the Hily SPirit. I know that there are charasmatic churches out there, but I never understood them. I&#8217;ve talked with a lot of people, heard a few lectures on it, prayed about and questoned God. I&#8217;m still trying to formulate an idea of what I believe. So far, from what I understand: When we are saved (when we turn our lives over to Jesus and ask for the forgiveness of our sin) we recieve the Holy Spirit. Totally, 100% Holy Spirit filled. This filling of the spirit is for me. He guides me, encourages me, teaches me, is my helper, etc. However, there is another annointing (or filling) of the Holy SPirit that comes from what&#8217;s called &#8220;Holy Spirit Baptism&#8221; This Holy Spirit is totally for other people. That&#8217;s where you have people that propeshy, speak in tongues, discern spirits, speak wisdom into people&#8217;s lives, etc. These spiritual gifts are for helping other people. I still don&#8217;t understand all about how that works&#8230;but it gives me a better understanding. We have one more day talking about the Holy Spirit. I think we will talk about our spiritual gifts tomorrow! Well.. that&#8217;s what&#8217;s happening down here. I have three more weeks left until Thailand!!!
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