Saturday, January 29, 2011

For This Season

It is D Now weekend!!!! Teenagers go to live in small herds together in the homes of church members. A Bible study leader is assigned to live with them as well. It is like a mini camp! Our friends come to do the worship music and we get to hang for just a bit! I know I wanted to be a part of the large group sessions and "Mami" our adopted(well, you name it, she is it) agreed to hang with what ever little people would rather stay with her.

We were able to hang with our friends for a bit last night and made plans to meet up for lunch today and their daughter to come play. As we talked last night, I shared with my friend Joanna that I knew that more then anything God has called me to minister to our children because the season is just 18 years. I was so looking forward to what God would do over the weekend, then Man Cub got sick.

So, today, I am thinking and praying for those kids while we lay around the house and watching far too much television. Wishing I could be there to watch them enjoy all that My Dear puts into the weekend but instead, I am called to my primary ministry. God has a way of putting me in my place. He reminded me that currently, Man Cub is half way there. Learning about sacrifice, silent service of prayer, and a few too many things about animated Super Heroes, but I only get this season to get it!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Lesson on Forgiveness by a 3 year old

I have told you about bb before. BB is a small blanket that our Little Miss B. carries. She uses it mainly at nap time but for many other "hard times" she brings it along. The bb used to be pink but it is now an indescribable color although we still refer to it as being pink.

Last week the bb was hauled often. Not sure why more that week then this week....but aren't some days, weeks, months....just like that. The bb has been tossed on the kitchen table, dropped on the kitchen floor and even taken to the bathroom. I asked if I could have it to wash because frankly, it was grossing me out!!! It resembled more of a rag then a blanket.

As I looked at that nasty, filthy dirty blanket held close to the face of our precious daughter I knew she did not care how dirty it was. She loves her bb!

Isn't it just like God. He created us perfectly. He had plans set for us and directions in the Bible for us to follow. We are all clean, pink, soft, and beautiful. But then, we make choices and go places we shouldn't and we end up marked, dirty, and no longer the pure color God made us to be. But God, in His infinite love for us-longs to be with us, hold us tightly, and even snuggle the filthy rag we are up to His face. He knows where we have been, how disobedient we have been, how numerous our sins, but He is not scared of how gross we are. He holds us close, breathes us in, and HE LOVES US! Of all the blankies that are out there-new and old-He still longs for us-the nasty, used to be pink blanket with stains covering us. He covers us with His mercy and grace and like our little B. with her blanket, all He can really see is a perfectly pink BB with flowers on it. thankful.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Freedom in America

Both children had writing assignments a week or so ago that I wanted to share.

Dolly's topic was Freedom of Worship and here is what she had to say....although it would be much cuter to see her handwriting with giant and some backwards letters.

I will try to type as she wrote.

I LiKe my Church.

We donot have to go to church

But we choose to.

I LiKe Kids Church.

I am glad we can pray.

I Love America!!!!!!

Billy made a book called, I LIKE AMERICA.

I like America because it is a good place.

I like it because we have money to buy food and shelter

and DSi (he has been saving his money and just purchased this handheld game system.)

We have tools to make and fix "thinks."

We have doctors to help us.

We have school to learn.

And that is why I like America.

The End

Reminder to me of the wealth of our nation and that God will hold us accountable to what we do with what He has given us.....including these 3 little people wrestling in my home right now!

Monday, January 10, 2011

A Closer ROCK With Thee

Too often bedtime is a mess! If I get started later then scheduled, it is a rushed process. In the rush, the little ladies have a hard time falling asleep. My impatience carries right over to them! It seems most likely to happen when the day has been long for both My Dear and I or when My Dear is away at bedtime.

It eventually comes down to the girls needing a back rub, an extra million hugs, a song, or for Miss B. to be rocked. I know it would take about 10 or 15 minutes but I am still too anxious to do it. But when I put the me aside, I climb to the top bunk to whisper sweets into Dolly's ear and give her those extra squeezes. It is like medicine for her she goes to sleep feeling calm and loved. Miss B. grabs her bb and is ready to "wock." She even makes a request of what song she wants me to sing.

On those nights, in the dark of the girls' bedroom, with the sound of a squeaky glider, the warmth of a sleepy toddler against me, and the sound of sweet voices, I enter into a time of worship and praise. The girls will sing along with me what they know and then fall fast asleep. I will close my eyes and sing to the Lord. For He, at that time, is my only audience. When I am in that sweet spot with God, I wonder why I don't go there more often? Many times, I just let the girls toss and turn trying to put themselves to sleep. Why do I withhold such sweet fellowship from myself? God said, if we do not praise Him the rocks will cry out. Well, at my house I want the praise to come from our hearts and that has got to start with me. So I will accept His invitation to enter into His presence with praise- me and a steady beat from the squeaky rocker.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Jesus Recycles

Grumpy me loaded the recyclables and the children to get to the recycling center. We had a LOAD! Grumpy's children were uninterested in helping. Well, I thought one was but after getting out of the vehicle in the cold they confessed they did not want to help only to go into the Reuse it store. Just what we need MORE STUFF!!! Grumpy ordered that child back to the vehicle-too cold and dangerous to be standing around not working. Grumpy was so grumpy that others heard the sharp tone in her voice and even passed a glance my way. There goes mom of the year and we are in the first days of January!

I unloaded my stuff and jumped in the vehicle to leave. I saw a older lady out of the corner of my eye (and activity) getting out of her stuffed vehicle. She was moving slow and it was cold. I took note of her and began to pull out. It was going to take her awhile and with it being so cold, she will be a "cube" (of ice that is.) She is small as well, can she even reach? I pulled out only to whip the vehicle around and park with the gang all strapped in. I invited anyone who wanted to join me to help....but they are my kids, and chose to stay in the I said, little humans.

The sweet dear could not even reach the receptacles and she allowed me the honor to assist her. As we finished disbursing her goods, she asked my name and spoke with me awhile. She then asked why we moved here and I said for My Dear's job which led to where does he work.

She shared her religious training with me and that she is now taking care of her husband. A stroke has left him in a wheelchair and the once a week Bible study they went to, they can no longer attend. I hugged this sweet lady in the cardboard shelter and prayed with her. My parents have been caregivers. My in laws (both sets) are caring for a parent. My sweet mama friend was a caregiver to her little angel until recently when her princess went to be with Jesus for complete healing. I have seen it and know it comes with exhaustion, depression, and pure selflessness. I knew this lady was likely facing the same thing.

It is not everyday, you tell a person your name and where you live as soon as you meet. It for sure does happen to me that a sweet little lady would ask that I stop by sometime. Needless to say, I saw the Holy Spirit at the recycling center today. With all of that being said, I have evidence that Jesus would not recycle. He was there at the center that day! Although, I have and continue to mess up, I pray that my life will be evidence of Christ recycling.....cause I am remade! Thank you Jesus!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sweet Surprise!

Christmas Day I got a sweet phone call from a lady I met in Vnam! We chatted and teased and then Amy asked if I would be home the following weekend. I told her yes. She said she had a gift for me, assured me it was not carrot juice (which she had me drink for tummy troubles in Vnam-yuck!) and that I would like it! I watched the mail for an arrival.

I got a phone call from another lady I met on the trip a week later. She is the missionary wife here in the states. I found it odd that she would call. I shared with her that My Dear's family were coming to visit. She wanted to meet up with me to give me Amy's gift and that weekend...when the fam was here.

Then the phone rang again-it was Amy! How odd is that!? I get to talk with both of them right after one another.....well, because they were together! Our sweet Amy who lived on the west coast was in our state!!! She wanted to surprise us but was getting no where. I asked permission from My Dear's family to leave that evening and I loaded some of the Vnam team up for a road trip. They knew that a gift waited for them but they did not have any idea it was Amy! Such a sweet way to start the year-precious family and rock'n ladies!

We enjoyed dinner at a Viet Bristo halfway between our 2 locations. The food had its own American flair about it like Chinese here so I enjoyed the meal! It was not like in Vnam-"and that's the truth" as we joked about in Vnam. I did try the fish sauce knowing I would be going home to my own bathroom if it did not set well. Amy teased the fish sauce was the source to speaking Vnames. I guess I will never speak it!

We all tried our hand once again at chopsticks and then Amy pulls out a fork. She said, you eat like in my country and I will eat like in your country! She is so much fun! AND as funny as she is, she is just as passionate for the love of her Savior and sharing His love to the world-especially Vnam.

While we chatted and caught up the missionary's wife asked us if we remembered one of the translators there. I most certainly did!!

In this picture, I am one person away from my God slamming me! That probably sounds harsh but let me tell you, it was just what I needed. God had began to deal with me on parts of my past. I questioned His doing so since I was about to head to the other side of the world (I think God finds great humor in my "know it all" attitude.) The feet I was about to reach would become even more precious to me because this woman's prayer was what God wanted to deal with me about. I prayed over the other ladies but for this women, I washed her feet in my tears! I not only prayed, I called out to God and begged Him to bless her with this one precious gift!

I have continued to pray over this woman and her husband. This women, whose name I do not even know, has no idea the role her tiny feet played into my life. This women, yep, the woman whose prayers are being answered!

When the news was shared, our table was pleased but I cheered as if Billy and Dolly had kicked their first soccer goals! It was a THANK YOU GOD moment and I was led to worship and praise Him right there! I was the loudest white woman in the place! By the way, in the place where we learned was open for the first time on New Year's Day....exactly when needed it to be open!

Dear God, when I call you a good God- it is indeed an understatement!