Well...Only 15 days until my mom comes! I'm very excited that I can see the end of this trip. I am so thankful for this amazing oppurtunity to live abroad. It's been absolutly a learning experience every sense of the word.

I got to exprience the mountains of Spain. Sierra Nevadas! Their aren't trees on the mountains, which was odd, and there was roads through all the paths. A bit different, but still amazing to get out into the fresh air! I also met a friend of a friend. In Spain. Then we found out we had lots of the same friends. It's the small world moments when I realize that God's really got our backs. I have no doubt in my mind that His hand was over that moment. Super special when your in another country alone, just to be able to share the joys of HOME. We decided that we live the best state. We were asked, "Do you think you'll ever live outside of Colorado?" We both said "NO!!" Then we went on and on about how simply AMAZING our state is. Home is home, and knowing how sweet it is reminds me that we are eternal beings. I am comforted by the thought that I get to go home to my Father. Okay, that was a detour that I wasn't planning. So back to the Owensentures.

I have been taking private lessons this week. It's been good...but I feel as if my classroom learning is coming to an end. Which is good timing seeing as I have 2 weeks left. So my teacher asked and we will go over all the things that I have doubts about. Perfect way to end!

I don't have any spectacular plans for the last half of this week.

Spiritually speaking, I have been oddly touched by the morning's new light. It has been amazing to wake up and feel the fresh cool air, and the new pure light. After a long hot day of 108 and the long night of yells of drunk people...it's so nice to have the purity of the new day. Like our souls, the purity of a new day. The forgiveness of our merciful Lord. And I'll tell you what, I need it. My stubborness is outstanding. I know that God is breaking that out of me. I know that love is the ultimate. Learning everyday what love is...I think it took the longest to untrain my thinking of what I thought love was. Romance isn't it...

Well, this has been a successfully random blog of my rambling. I'll get at least one more in this month before I head back the the wonderful USA.

Adios.

Spain & Colorado

Spain and Colo-RAD-o. Things I love about each place. So here, I'll share with the the things I know I'll miss about Spain, and the things I miss about home. I tried to put up a lot of pics...but I didn't have as many as I thought.

THINGS I'LL MISS ABOUT SPAIN:
The Arab markes... in the mornings, the streets are rather dull...but then the guys put out their merchendice. Beautiful, just beautiful.

Living here, in the Albayzin... Beautiful, right?

This view. A giant castle... the view out my kitchen window. This isn't even half of it! None the less, it's beautiful, and I'll miss it so!

No pics of this one, but going the GYM. I'm hooked. I can't stop going. Workout in a wonderful big room with lots of machines. Then there are 5 studios for all the classes... everything from stretching classes, to yoga, to cardio, to weight lifing. Then...oh... the spa. If I work out for 90 mintues, I go to the spa. Steam room, aromatherapy room, sauna, cold pool, giant pool with bubble beds, waterfalls, and different jets. Last but oh so not least, the tea room. Un poco de relax... mmmmmmm.

Helados: Chocolate negro. Need I say more?

Shwarma... A packet of a whole bunch of mystery stuff. So delish.

Tinto de Verano: Half red wine, half Lemon Fanta. My favorite tapas drink choice!

THINGS I MISS ABOUT COLO-rad-O:

Mom's cooking

Worship in English

MY MOUNTAINS!

ICE. ICE. ICE.

Solid Grounds Coffee House. I forgot how much I loved that place. Forsure has an all American/Colorado vibe that is apart of me.

Coffee Mate Hazelnut Coffee with Starbucks brewed coffee. Yes... and for all of you who will come back with (and I quote), "Starubucks is like burt pee water." I don't care, I like it.

Well that's all folks!

Sanctification

Can we become saints?

Yes, I do believe that in an earthly extent, we can. At first thought, I picture a Catholic scene with Saint Peter, or John with somber faces, wearing dreery robes, and holding their hands up like they are making shadow puppets. But in fact, being a saint isn't such a drab scene. A saint is simply a person in the body of Christ being sanctified daily though the grace of Christ.

My next question to myself is this: What is sanctification? Let's take a look at John 17:16-19 "They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truely sanctified." When we make the choice to follow Christ, accept His sacrifice, then we go forth into separation for Christ. Once we accept the sacrifice, we can be made holy. Hebrews 10:10 "And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once and for all." And not only are we set apart to be made holy, but we are of purpose. God has meaning to our road, to the specific ways that we will become sanctified.

What is the cost of becoming sanctified? Everything. 100% All you have. Everyday. No holding back. Sound appealing? Well if it means giving up my "self-stuff" then by golly, I'm not into it. And by self-stuff I mean self-exaltation, self-protection, self-righteousness, self-will, self-loathing, self-worship, self-serving, self-promotion, self-indulgence, self-absorption, self-delusion, self-pitty, or self-sufficiency. Self-stuff. I'll even have to give up my ideals of how exactly I will become sanctified.

How do we become sanctified? Just do it. Yes... it's so simple. So blaintly obvious that I have been thiking in circles wondering HOW? And for letting go of your dreams to become sanctified, that scares me. But why? God puts purpose and desires in my heart. Why wouldn't He use my gifts? I can only waste my gift by not going down the path of sanctification where it may be fully used by Him who freely gave. God isn't cruel. He doesn't desire to take away the joy in life. He made joy, and He desires that we experience joy to the fullest! How amazing is His perfect LOVE!

Right now, I'm on the road to sanctification. I'm not a saint. The work of God's holiness isn't done working in me, nor will it be here on this earth. But we can live lifes devoted to Christ. Like the Holy Spirit revealed to me here... Live on sacrifices day at a time. Eyes to the east. Hands to the cross. Feet to the path. That's my life "motto" at this time. God will take care of the rest, I don't know how to become sanctified. But He who is holy does.

My spell check is in Spanish...so If I have spelling errors, please look past them. I'm not the best of spellers. :) Plus I didn't read throug it again. Yes, I'm lazy.
I miss you all. Love you all!

Becoming stronger...

Deuteronomy 31:6 "Be strong and corageous. Do not be afraid of terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you."

"Owentures"

Rest.

I have entered into His perfect rest. *sigh* What a relief! The joy of where I am has been flooding in. Why didn't I enter God's rest like 4 weeks ago?! I'll tell you this right now. I'm complicated. I thought I knew myself in and out, whewwwy! Was I wrong. I'm glad God doesn't reveal all of me to myself, I don't think I could handle to see who I really am. But by His grace he takes us into His rest. He doesn't add up my childish tantrums.

In my past weeks I have wanted to go home. Now this, of course, is rediciulos. I'm in SPAIN. One thing God has revealed to me is that I'm a constant machine of craving. Wanting this. Wanting that. Wanting what I want, when I want it; because after all I do know the perfect times for everything. Oh to see my life if I had the control God has...

I wonder why it's so hard to live in the present. My life is here, now. I have realized that 100% contentment isn't attainable while we're separated from God. But peace and acceptance is. And my momma helped me realize, this isn't my home. Just like earth isn't home, but heaven is. "No matter where I rest or rome, I know this world ain't my home." ~Marc Scibilia... I'm here for a short time, and I intend to fully enjoy the next 76 days (no mom, I'm not counting, honest...only did that for the tone of the writing;).

I have been buying into Satan's lies. That I souldn't enjoy my time here, and that I'm not gem to God. That He loves me only because that is His nature, not because He wants to. I feel like I was being spoon fed lies, and I ate them right up. Praise be to God who has already overcome!

Spanish is hard. Learning a laguage is hard. I won't say much more, or I'll go off on a useless tangent. Let's just end that with, there is a giant dissconnect in my brain. BUT I am fearfully and WONDERFULLY made. :) Puedo hacerlo. Puedo hacerlo.

Spain is b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. I have taken a great liking to walking out of the area I live in. It's too busy... get out into the winding streets. There are gems of stores food places scattered throughout the city. Beautiful views of the Alhambra and a grand Cathedral. I wish I could bring all of you here to see it... I am joining a yoga studio for June and July. So excited!! I found a great coffee place, and evidently all the American students are drawn to the same place. haha you're drawn to things similar to your culture I suppose. I am also going to a Arab bath house. Which should be interesting. Well...there is still much more where all this came from, but I'll call this sufficient.

Love in Christ

P.S. If there are spelling mistakes, please ignore them. Honestly, my English spelling is getting increasingly worse the more I think in Spanish.

Random

Now I was just doing a little journaling one rainy afternoon. My pen tragically stopped working, so naturally, I stuck it in my mouth. Still didn't work! So I had this brilliant idea that I would suck on it. Well this is my stained mouth after about a good 15 minutes of scrubbing... Note: Mom's you know those cute little pink tablets you can give kids that help them see how well they are brushing their teeth? Well if you have an extra pen lying around, it does the trick if you can't get ahold of those cute little tablets. ;)

So this is a little clip I recorded on Day of the Crosses. It's just me being a tiny goofy. I just want you guys share in the wee little experiences with me.

That's all for now!

Every time I have sat down to write a blog this past week, it has been all my emotions that filled the blank pages. So I'm going to attempt to tell it how it is, not how my emotions would tell the story. We'll see how this turns out... ;)

There are so many things to say, so much that is going on that it feels a bit overwhelming to try start.

Each day is about the same. Get up, school, eat, activity with school/going out, sleep. So that's sounds mundane, but it's really not. I went to the Alahambra with school yesterday, and it was very similar to the castle in Seville. Kinda looked the same to me I mean every room is amazing, but seriously...It's like the Grand Canyon. Look at it for 30 minutes a awesomeness...then it looks the same. I went to the beach last week. Salobrena beach. On the way in the bus we drove through the Seirra Nevadas. Let me tell you, I felt like a prisoner. I wanted to break the window and live off 20 euros for the next 3 months. I was praying against my emotions and the constant, "I want this, I want this..." And when we arrived at the beach, a wave of peace swept over me. I played in the water like a 6 year old. Splashing and giggling. It was the most amazing feeling of contentment. Salobrena is an adorable village. Not a lot of people, super quiet compared to the maddness of Granada. You can see the towering snow capped Nevadas on one side, then blue waters and palm trees on the other. It's the perfect location for a city. While we were there, we hiked to the top of the city (it's a city on a hill). I love going down in elevation. Everybody was panting like dogs, and I was fine. Anyways, we walked up to another castle(yes, another one). Although it wasn't a cool castle, the view was... AMAZING. The above pic is from the castle.

I am going to a conference on Saurday with the Jovenes (young adults + high school) in Seville. After there is a concert. So it should be fun. I am praying that I'll begin to form relationships with the Jovenes, language barrier has really stopped things from advancing beyond names.

Culture. Culture here is not really setting in for me. I have gotten comfortable in my house, and around my area. I can adapt more or less to these things. But the culture is another story. Honestly, if I wasn't going to be here for 4 months, I wouldn't have even thought once about the culture. I wouldn't have observed it and payed attention. I have been praying for discernment. Parties are constant, all the time. I have been asked about my religion if I mention that I go to church, and I respond that I'm a Christian. One guy started asking me about customs and baptisms and all sorts of religious routine. I realized then that the Roman Catholic and Christians are the same here. I don't by any means think that being Catholic is bad, but religion here isn't a way of life. It's if you were baptized when you were a baby. I have heard that people either say they are practicing or non practicing Christians. There is not such thing as a non practicing Christian. It cannot be. At first my heart was numb to this...but I asked the Holy Spirit to break my heart for this city. I am so much more aware of my surroundings now. Ecclesiastes 1:18 "For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief."

America is materialistic, yes. Spain is too. Maybe it's because about 90% of my time I'm in the hub of the city. Shops shops shops shops shops... so. many. shops. Everybody, and I'm not exaggerating... EVERBODY ALWAYS looks their best. Image is everything here. At home, it's more what you have and how much you have. Here it's what you look like. Hard to explain unless you have spent some time here.

Otherwise the culture is comparable to the Latin culture. Really inviting and warm. Especially at church...love is everywhere. I love it :)

There are really weird things that I miss now that life is absent from them. Family and friends, of course. Peanut butter, milk that doesn't taste like a butt, a baking aisle. Microwave, carpet, a dryer...oh! Dear dryer, I miss you so. I think what I miss the most is a sense of belonging... I know I belong here, God gave me a verse that says, "...Stay in the city until you have been clothed with the power from on high." Can't get more specific than that! I belong, but I don't feel it. I suppose that's why we can't rely on feelings...

Well... there is much more where all that came from, but I'll stop myself before we have a short novel.

I love you all... miss you all dearly...

Irene Grace.