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Everybody in Chile has gas. No, I am not talking about THAT kind of gas. (And no, we don’t eat frijoles every day. And no, Chile is not even close to Mexico. ~end small rant~) Let’s start again, shall we? Everybody in Chile has gas, needs gas, AND has gas delivered to their house! If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not referring to the petro you put into your car either...but rather what I believe most people in the states would think of exclusively for a grill in the summertime. This is my gas tank who I have lovingly decided to call Gaspar. He is 15kg and sports a delightful orange color. Life before Gaspar wasn’t unlivable, but it certainly was lacking. Once Gaspar moved in I could do amazing things like cook food on my stove and take a warm shower! And if you aren't lucky enough to have a wood-burning estufa, then you probably want a Gaspar for the chilly winter days to keep your house (or classroom) warm! (I just looked up Gaspar and found out that it means “Keeper of the Treasure”...could there be a more perfect name?!) Gaspar was delivered to me on a truck like this: All someone must do to get their own Gaspar is call one of these companies, ask for some gas, and wa-la! Just a few minutes later someone will be yelling at your gate with a filled Gaspar of whatever size you choose to use for all of your gassy needs!
Wow, I just named my gas tank. I really need to make some more friends... Today marks one month since I moved to Chile, and I sat back in awe thinking of all that has changed in the past few months. Has the reality of it all sunk in quite yet? Honestly, I’m not sure...but I’m okay with not being sure and I have the Lord to thank for that. A lot of people at the school where I am working have asked me if I feel alone or lonely since moving and I can confidently say that I haven’t. I am at complete peace with my Savior and the immeasurable grace He pours out on us each day. I know that He is with me wherever I go. I know that He sees me everywhere that I am. He is here with me just as He has been with me my entire life and nothing could bring me more comfort. I am never alone. He is in control. On top of my faith in His powerful promises, He continues to show me how He is keeping His promises to care for me:
Dear Samsung, Whoever invented the tunes for this machine deserves a raise! Doing laundry has never been so satisfying. I am convinced that the Samsung Top Loader with Wobble Technology has to be the greatest washing machine out there. Do not be fooled by its size. The cheerful tune it dutifully sings is more welcoming than a lemonade on a hot day in the desert and it has inspired me to write this poem: An Ode to My Washing Machine Written by: Jennifer L. Proeber Inspired by: the Samsung Wobble There was a time when washing was just a chore. But alas, you did come into my life and awakened my soul like the dawn. Never more will my heart sink when it comes time to dispose of the stink of my clothing. You. You’ve changed everything. My heart hums your jubilant tune in my sleep. Your merry song is that of cleanliness, fresh scents, suds, bubbles, and a new beginning. Warning: this video may cause extreme happiness and the urge to do your laundry...side effects most likely include sorrow and extreme jealousy when you realize that your washing machine will never sing such an inspirational & beautiful song as this Samsung wonder. Also, if this doesn’t make you smile you may wish to consult your family doctor as soon as possible. I challenge you to prove that any other washing machine could make you happier or inspire you more.
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