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Yes, we're staying in the Gloria Apartments on Gloria Street:-) It is a God-thing, nothin
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I like to imagine it is God’s sense of humor shining through. The building was built in the 1500’s. We are in a small two bedroom apartment. The floors are marble and the main rooms have large marble columns in the center. The ceilings are ornate wood. Outside our door is a lovely little courtyard. It has a pretty little water fountain, but no water. To get to our apartment, we walk up a narrow stone street, called Calle Gloria (though no car could enter it).
Calle Gloria runs into another street which is just wide enough for one car. Click on the pic & you'll notice Hatcher> When a car rides down this street, the pedestrians must move over against the buildings so the car can get by. It is quaint and there is an air of easy living here.
Granada is Beautiful!
Hatcher and Reid flagged down the cab for us. Sergi was his name. When everyone speaks of Granada in Spain, it is followed by the word, “bonita” which means beautiful. In an attempt to start up a conversation with Sergi, I asked, “Granada es bonita?” His reply shocked me, “No, es muy feo!” His gruff manner and voice conveyed to me his thoughts long before my mind could recall the meaning of feo. Feo means ugly.
It took me a minute to take all this in. Sergi had just told me he was from Granada and had been here all his life. He hated where he lived! How could someone hate where they live? My mind jumped to the deeper meaning of this. Sergi was probably a very unhappy person.
I sat quietly for a minute, praying God would give me some word of hope for Sergi. Sergi broke into my thoughts. He made a comment about the boys. His comment was not kind, it was on the verge of being unkind. The reality was he was an inviting me to complain about my boys. I thought a minute before I responded and said, “Yes, three boys…God has been very kind to me.” The boys immediately handed a website bracelet to me. Even though Sergi and I were speaking in Spanish, they
knew I was looking for an opportunity to minister. Yet, I did not feel led to give the bracelet to him. I looked for a tract in Spanish and there were none. I asked the boys if they had one….nope. I knew then God would not use us to speak to this man. I do not understand, but there are times when I know God wants me to keep my mouth shut. ....... .....Reid enjoys the view across from our home^.
That is one of the most difficult tasks He asks of me.Yes, we're staying in the Gloria Apartments on Gloria Street:-) It is a God-thing, nothin
g I did. 
I like to imagine it is God’s sense of humor shining through. The building was built in the 1500’s. We are in a small two bedroom apartment. The floors are marble and the main rooms have large marble columns in the center. The ceilings are ornate wood. Outside our door is a lovely little courtyard. It has a pretty little water fountain, but no water. To get to our apartment, we walk up a narrow stone street, called Calle Gloria (though no car could enter it).
Calle Gloria runs into another street which is just wide enough for one car. Click on the pic & you'll notice Hatcher> When a car rides down this street, the pedestrians must move over against the buildings so the car can get by. It is quaint and there is an air of easy living here.
Granada is Beautiful!
Hatcher and Reid flagged down the cab for us. Sergi was his name. When everyone speaks of Granada in Spain, it is followed by the word, “bonita” which means beautiful. In an attempt to start up a conversation with Sergi, I asked, “Granada es bonita?” His reply shocked me, “No, es muy feo!” His gruff manner and voice conveyed to me his thoughts long before my mind could recall the meaning of feo. Feo means ugly.
It took me a minute to take all this in. Sergi had just told me he was from Granada and had been here all his life. He hated where he lived! How could someone hate where they live? My mind jumped to the deeper meaning of this. Sergi was probably a very unhappy person.
I sat quietly for a minute, praying God would give me some word of hope for Sergi. Sergi broke into my thoughts. He made a comment about the boys. His comment was not kind, it was on the verge of being unkind. The reality was he was an inviting me to complain about my boys. I thought a minute before I responded and said, “Yes, three boys…God has been very kind to me.” The boys immediately handed a website bracelet to me. Even though Sergi and I were speaking in Spanish, they
knew I was looking for an opportunity to minister. Yet, I did not feel led to give the bracelet to him. I looked for a tract in Spanish and there were none. I asked the boys if they had one….nope. I knew then God would not use us to speak to this man. I do not understand, but there are times when I know God wants me to keep my mouth shut. ....... .....Reid enjoys the view across from our home^. We were at our destination. I paid Sergi and tipped him. Quietly I said a prayer for God’s timing to speak to him. This morning I have prayed for him again. I trust God will break through his angry and hurting heart at the right time and with the right person.
