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started checking the fuel injection system. It turns out he was a formermechanic who happened to have owned two Chevrolet Rodeosjust like the one we were driving.Within five minutes he had diagnosed the problem as a burnedupsensor on the fuel injection system. He called a friend in town,had him deliver the part, and installed it without any difficulty.The vehicle started immediately.We found an ATM from ourAs we drove home, wemarveled at the ways Godreveals his love for us, thistime, hand-delivered bythe husband of a womanthree months pregnant…bank right across the street,withdrew the money for the newsensor, and sent it along withFabian to the parts store owner.Before we left, we told Fabianthat he had been our answerto prayer. He seemed surprisedand thoughtful. <strong>Our</strong> familiesexchanged names and contactinformation, offering hospitality in our respective towns. As wedrove home, we marveled at the ways God reveals his love for us,this time, hand-delivered by the husband of a woman three monthspregnant and the father of a 9-year-old daughter, who took an hourand a half out of his life to help a bunch of foreigners he didn’tknow. That’s Colombia. That’s our God at work. In our weakness,his strength is made known.About usPhil and Terry Witmerwith sons, Luke and DestinLocation: La Mesa, ColombiaTerm start date: 10/01/2010Home congregation: Mount Clinton <strong>Mennonite</strong> Church,Harrisonburg, Va.Ministry: Phil and Terry work with the <strong>Mennonite</strong> churchand Colegio Americano Menno in La Mesa, participating in avariety of local and regional ministries.Blog: colombianwit.blogspot.comPhoto by Ryan MillerLos Angeles:It’s in the lovingAlayna’s blogBy Alayna HydeOn a beautiful Friday in January of the most exhaustingweek of my time here in Los Angeles, with a tired andsomewhat defeated attitude, my co-worker, Richard, andI turned down an alley in search of a client, who we’llcall Jimmy.After more than a year of working with him, Jimmy admittedhe was ready for rehab. My supervisor decided Jimmy would bemy first client, making it my responsibility to look into where heshould go and what it would take to get him there. I did a littleBeyond<strong>Our</strong>selves.<strong>Mennonite</strong><strong>Mission</strong>.net ■ 9

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