The Heart Beat

ok so i feel safe writing this about one of my sisters because anyone who reads this will know who i am talking about!
But with my brand new stethoscope (yay so excited!!) I heard the babies heart beat! It is the first heart beat in fact, to be heard. My sissy was so excited so we called the whole family in and took turns listening (so unsanitary, but completely ok because of how exciting it was!!).
sister i love you and am so so happy for you!!

the boss called...

So exciting! My boss called and told me my licences has finally come in! I am so so excited! That means work starting Monday!! Also my classes start on Tuesday which I am also looking forward to.
OK all that is way fun but there most, no maybe the best thing ever was this day because I am loving referring to it as the day of lavished gifts!
Ok wait first to share with you my mind set of the day there is a verse that I am to lazy to look up that says something along the lines of....and if you fathers, even though you are evil can give good gifts to your children how much better can the father in heaven lavish gifts on his children?

so anyway today my daddy (i love my daddy and mama) bought me a car (i don't even care how dependent this sounds), a bedroom set, and help buy (my favorite) a nurse starting kit!!!!!!
It has a stethoscope, a blood pressure cuff, and lots of other fun toys! It makes me feel like a real life missionary!
Oh and speaking of which I am (God willing) for sure moving in June. I will be living in a piece of land owned by Spain but technically it is still in Morocco.
I will try and keep you all better updated.
love

I hate the washington state nursing board

This blog is all about frustration and dumb dumb Washington (sorry family that lives there). Let me just contrast for you.
Oregon board: calls me sweety, offers assistance i did not even know i needed, told me to send stuff in without finishing it because they knew it was confusing so they will just finish for me, they have a kind tone and picks up there phone really quickly
Washington board: rude. mean. questions like (in a negative tone) "what? your question does not make sense" not helpful. takes at least fifteen minutes to get a hold of anyone, and once you do you get even more frustrated because they expect you to understand all the ins and out of there dumb laws and get mad at you when you don't understand that the dumb blue form is only sent when requested and you are supposed to send it in only on a certain date. who knows that? do any of you know that?

so right now i am waiting for them to answer the phone (waiting for fifteen minutes) so i can find out my licensing number that they were supposed to send me of two months ago! all the while i can not work because they are being so slow!
I told the Oregon board what the Washington office was doing and they said it was ridiculous and to call them the next time i have problems. So i did and sadly enough the washington n. board is the only one who can give me my license number. ahhh!!!! so frusterated!

I forgot I grew up...

In high school I had lots of late nights with this one group of guy friends. We always did the same kind of thing that may be look down on in society, such as stealing lawn gnomes, or trading peoples Christmas decoration. I look at it now and see how lucky we were to never get caught. Any way I started to loose contact with some of these old friends until last night when they called. They told me I immediately needed to come over.
So I hopped in my car (after finishing my movie) and went. I don't know what it was but instead of acting like a sane adult I snuck through the back gate, under the terrace, fell on my face the same place I always do, and opened the door really a quite. After flipping over the couch and being flung to the floor with hugs from all my long lost buddies we all started cracking up because, we are no longer past curfew (well for them at least i never had one..thanks mom!) and we could do whatever we wanted! It was very exciting! However not long after I realized I had to work the next day, and they had stuff to do....so unlike times of old there was no four am adventure, and no fear of being caught, instead it was off to bed and responsibility.

a few late night summer parties pictures

So here is a little run down on the N. Africa base. The base is the regional base for all of N. Africa. The base is located in S. Spain. I think just for a little extra freedom. They run a dts (discipleship training school), a prayer room, and hospitality (which is serving the missionaries) and other ministries. I don't know loads about it yet, but from what I have gotten I will be officially living in Spain and working lots in N. Africa. We serve the missionaries there in a lot of different ways.
Here's another thing that I need prayer for. One of the directors missionaries in N. Africa just emailed him and he just emailed me to tell me that there is tons of prostitution in her area. I don't have any info other than that, she said she would get more info and keep us updated. The thing is it would be a huge commitment. Like years. I would have to learn Arabic and lots of other things before even thinking about starting.
I want to end child prostitution. I want to end it globally. So right now I am so lost and confused what it should be. Originally I thought for sure max two years there but this would ask for a lot more.

Africa/Spain

Hey guys so just to let you know I am leaning strongly towards Africa. I really am trying hard to keep God my lead. I am loving it by the way because I am really having to talk to God a lot, and God is definately helping me figure it all out, I love Him so much.
I will keep you better updated and tomorrow I will tell you a bit more about the base.

Australia or North Africa???

OK so my lovely friends and mostly family (Ashley this includes you because we are related twice now and I like you a lot so you are officially one of the many sisters!...I digress)
Here is the plan (I know Kate :)) I am leaving in about June ish. There are three options. Well actually the whole world is an option. Ok I am starting in the begging.
In the beginning...
When I came home from my DTS (discipleship training school) I was so happy to see everyone I loved here in America. I really was and I missed you guys so bad. But I was also quite sure I would be leaving again really soon. I mean come on God! I was totally ready!! (that was how a lot of my prayer times were). As some of you may remember I started planning a trip back to the Philippines, which ended in disaster. So, then I got it through my head God was saying wait. Lame! I was a little hurt and confused to because my place was not here! I knew that as a fact. I like being busy. I love serving. It makes me more happy than anything in the world. Serving God makes me feel like I am doing my dream of changing the world, and I feel more dependant and more connected with God then and other time in my life.
Anyway whenever I would pray God would say the same thing "by still and know that I am God" well God, hello I know you are God. Uhh! So frustrating!
Then the day came when He asked me "am I enough?" What?? what a silly thing to ask creator of the universe! Of course you are! then came the question "am I enough? If you stay in Portland Oregon your whole life and never lift a finger to serve the broken again. If you live the mundane, "normal" life, am I enough?" my answer very sadly was no.
I was broken. How had that happened? How had I, Kimberly, let serving and my dreams become more important? I was so focused on who I was going to save, what my next adventure was, I had lost what was so very precious to me. Sure I still read my Bible daily, sure I prayed often, but to what? For what?
God is good and gracious and He spent the otherwise very boring next few months of my life to teach me one thing. "you are loved" (direct quote). It was a hard lesson to learn. He stripped away everything that I thought made me happy. Every organized ministry I tried died in the beginnings. If you knew me well through these months since being home, I have tried to put on a happy face but these extremely boring months have been excruciating.
I am not loved because of the work I do, I am not loved for how fun I am, I am not loved because I read my Bible and pray. I am loved because I was created to be loved.
Not that I will always rely on that, not that I won't for sure screw it up, because God is my father, and he loves me so much, He is giving me another chance. He has opened up the world for me and said I will bless you wherever you go. well...
So wow! My dream. Thank you so much Jesus.
Now the fun and slightly stressful part!!! where to go??

Here are the options I think I have narrowed down, however if God like sends an angle telling you that I should go somewhere else, cool. Let me know.
anyway options are:
-North Australia ---I would be a School Staff
-South Australia ---I would be a school staff
-North Africa base --- I would work at their regional base in s. Spain and work in north Africa wherever they needed me.

I am really leaning on the North Africa base. Let me know what you think and please be praying for me.
and know that you are loved.