Dreams come true. At the end of July of 2009, after four years of living in North America, I moved back to Bolivia. For the first several months, I was volunteering as a dorm mom at a deaf center. It was a very challenging time. I felt very isolated, and I greatly appreciated Ruth’s phone calls to see how I was doing.
In November I moved to La Paz to be with my parents and sister, Elisa. It was special to spend some time with my family, and we planned a family vacation for early January in Santa Cruz. When our vacation was over, I stayed on for a couple of weeks to visit different friends. I ended up spending over a week with Ruth and her family. During that time I had quite a few opportunities to converse with Adolfo. The more I got to know him, the more qualities I discovered that I respected and admired.
When I returned to La Paz, I was interested in something happening with Adolfo, but I thought it difficult because of the distance between us (16 hour bus drive). I prepared myself for my parents to discourage me in my interest. To my surprise, my mom encouraged me to get to know Adolfo more and to pray about it. Adolfo began to call me occasionally, and we would often chat online. My interest continued to increase, but I struggled with not knowing how he saw me.
In November I moved to La Paz to be with my parents and sister, Elisa. It was special to spend some time with my family, and we planned a family vacation for early January in Santa Cruz. When our vacation was over, I stayed on for a couple of weeks to visit different friends. I ended up spending over a week with Ruth and her family. During that time I had quite a few opportunities to converse with Adolfo. The more I got to know him, the more qualities I discovered that I respected and admired.
When I returned to La Paz, I was interested in something happening with Adolfo, but I thought it difficult because of the distance between us (16 hour bus drive). I prepared myself for my parents to discourage me in my interest. To my surprise, my mom encouraged me to get to know Adolfo more and to pray about it. Adolfo began to call me occasionally, and we would often chat online. My interest continued to increase, but I struggled with not knowing how he saw me.
At the end of March, Adolfo came to La Paz for a small vacation. We got to spend two whole weeks throughout which we hung out every day. We had very deep conversations on varied subjects. It wasn’t till the last day that Adolfo said something. We had twenty minutes before he had to go through security at the airport. He told me of his interest in me and that he didn’t want to play around--he wanted something serious. I told him he would have to talk to my dad.
In May Adolfo made another trip out to La Paz where he spent several hours talking to my dad. With my dad’s blessing we were able to officially enter into a relationship.
In June we saw each other at a course on Radical Discipleship in Cochabamba. It was our first time together as a couple, but we didn’t have too much time to spend together. During that week I struggled with a lot of fear over our relationship. I ended up asking Adolfo if we could please slow things down so I could figure things out.
It wasn’t much later that my family and I received the news of my brother Steven’s death. The news was followed by an emergency trip to Canada. I stayed in North America for three months, taking advantage of visiting friends and family and being at my brother Jonathan’s wedding. It was also a time for me to evaluate where I wanted my relationship with Adolfo to go and to seek God. As I sought God, everything seemed to point me forwards in the relationship. I was still struggling with fear, and I finally started to pray that God would either close the door or give me peace.
In May Adolfo made another trip out to La Paz where he spent several hours talking to my dad. With my dad’s blessing we were able to officially enter into a relationship.
In June we saw each other at a course on Radical Discipleship in Cochabamba. It was our first time together as a couple, but we didn’t have too much time to spend together. During that week I struggled with a lot of fear over our relationship. I ended up asking Adolfo if we could please slow things down so I could figure things out.
It wasn’t much later that my family and I received the news of my brother Steven’s death. The news was followed by an emergency trip to Canada. I stayed in North America for three months, taking advantage of visiting friends and family and being at my brother Jonathan’s wedding. It was also a time for me to evaluate where I wanted my relationship with Adolfo to go and to seek God. As I sought God, everything seemed to point me forwards in the relationship. I was still struggling with fear, and I finally started to pray that God would either close the door or give me peace.
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