There is a small country on the west side of South America that holds a special place in my heart. I've only been in it for two weeks, but something about it has captured me and made me desire to go back. One reason may be that I only got a small glimpse of the relationship between the village of Blackhawk and La Merced, for there was striking in Peru at the time when I went down making us change our plans and spend most of our time in Lima. Through all this I learned of the sovereignty of God. All that we had planned failed, yet our trip could not have been more perfectly planned. I think that the most exciting part of that trip was how my perception of God changed into one, that though was nowhere near accurate, was closer than what it had been. This time, only one week away, I can only pray that my perceptions will change again.