I am alive and well!

Sorry for the big pause in my blogging. It's pretty busy here and I am not used to working into my schedule days in advance when I can check my email...
I am so blessed to be where I am. I can say with all honesty and integrity that I love being here. I feel "at home". I wasn't really expecting to feel those sentiments, but it is a gift.
I can't talk long, but a few thoughts...
I am living in a shady hotel/brothel, and despite the fact that there are sex trade workers on each floor (breaks my heart, but I am slowing building relationships) and that I see numerous needles and crack pipes daily in the halls, I know that God is here. I can see Him working. Praise God.
I am also learning about letting go and allowing Godito be my Healer, and Comforter.
I love living in community.
On saturday I met a woman, Marlee, who lives in the Empress (another hotel down here where my brother lived last year). She looks like a walking skeleton from her addiction to meth. I offered to get her some food, and when I brought it to her room it my heart ached as I saw her going for another hit as I was leaving. I was able to go down the hall to 705, to pray with friends and feel open enough to cry with them.

I will write again soon, but thanks for all of your prayers. They are GREATLY appreciated.
Please continue to pray for endurance (it gets very tiresome) and for protection - particularily for my dreams. Many nightmares... Be blessed!