The Fishers in La Paz, Bolivia

I don’t have much to say about this.  I just had this thought, and realized I needed to write it down, so I didn’t forget that little blessing: it’s truly been a relationally good 24 hours.

Last night, we met and worshiped as the La Paz Community Group.  Anne and I made two really great new connections: one with an Anglican missionary here named Curt, who’s helping organizations with their websites and such; and Cara, whom we already sorta knew, who ministers to the poor in El Alto with an organization called Word Made Flesh.

Then, this morning, we had an extra-sweet time in church, and saw a new, really great side of a couple named Wes and Heather.  Right after that, I got to meet the Bishop of Bolivia’s Anglican churches, Frank Lyons!  He is super cool, and he’ll be hanging out here ministering for two months!

Later on, we had a really nice brunch with friends from church (and just the phrase ”friends from church”, after such a battle to find a church, is an amazing thing to be able to write!).  Then Anne, Avery and I enjoyed a nice time at the park watching Avery on the extremely low-budget merry-go-round.

Later, I got to get some blogging done, which I just feel helps me to connect with the outside world a bit more.

Then, we fellowshiped with Pablo and Christy from our church.  It was nice to just sit and be two families enjoying a meal.

Doesn’t sound like much, but something about the sum total of this day has made me look back in gladness.

Of course, I am reminded as I write the previous sentence of something Heather said in her sharing at Church today.  She had mentioned a quote from a friend’s blog which said something like, “I never want to return to my last place of happiness.”  I liked that.