It has finally set in that I'm here for a while, though it still feels as if I'm at a summer camp or something like that...living in dorms, eating meals with everyone at a set time, scheuled classes and meetings and such. Italy won't ever be home though.

It's a rainy Sunday today. I'll be able to get a lot of reading done, which is nice. I spent the morning with James. (The book, that is.) Right now, the biggest thing that sticks out to me is praying for others. We are called to pray for others. But it doesn't only heal the person being prayed for, but can have amazing healing powers for the person doing the praying, I've found. Though this should not be our motivator to pray - it's just a benefit...I guess. This week I think I'll pray for someone I don't normally pray for. Everyone needs prayers. I need a lot.

I miss going to church on Sundays. The only churches around here are in Italian and they are Catholic. So I wouldn't understand the service or the language. Meeting with the girls every week provides fellowship, and for that, I am thankful. I do miss going to church with my family though...and communion.