Sundays always start with Juany rushing into my room shouting,
"Despierta Hannah, vamos al iglesia!"//"Wake up Hannah, we're going to church!"
I usually kick and scream a little bit before she starts to take the covers off my bed. In a sleepy fashion, I usually try to spit out something in Spanish that is recognizable by a native speaker. Usually it doesn't happen. Man, my spanish is bad when I'm sleepy. ;)
After eating a little desayuno while listening to Hillsong ( Heelllsung in the words of Juany), we drive to church and listen to pastor Jorge talk about Jesus. Every week, I understand more and more of the sermon. It's a beautiful thing.
In the afternoon, we always cook lunch together and talk about the sermon and what God is doing in our lives.
It's a simple routine, but I love every minute of it.
Juany is such a blessing in my life.
I'm so glad I listened when God asked me to move in with her.
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