Joy all around…

When a child is sponsored through Child Care plus one of the benefits of their sponsorship is receiving all the needed school supplies and uniform, including their shoes.

Typically once we recieve the list for each class, we order all the supplies from a store in the city and have everything delivered to the office/team house. Literally hundreds of books, pens, pencils, and other odds and ends like markers, compasses, coloured pencils ect.  As I am sure you can imagine the entire office is taken over by school supplies as we bag everything according to specific grade lists and whether it is for a boy bag or girl.  It is very time consuming.  Altough I love to organize and enjoy that kind of thing. Inadvertendly though there were times when a boy night have received a princess notebook and a girl might have been given a masculine book. How disappointing that would have been, not to mention embarassing and maybe even shame in the classroom.

However this year, we decided to try something different. God placed an idea in our director Kathy’s heart to try something different. The idea to set up a store where each child could shop for their own school supplies. Some of us on the team were not sure of the idea working.  We pictured mass chaos.


But our Honduran staff set up a very well organized store at Pastor Victor’s church. It was organized on tables by type of supplies. Children came at set times by grade and signed in as they came into the store and went table by table to make their selections. On the way out there was a check out where each child’s bag was inspected and the list checked to make sure nothing was missing or anything extra added.

It was wonderful day and a huge success!  There were smiles all around..the staff, parents and children.  There was pure joy on child’s each face as they got to choose and shop themselves for what they needed.  What we were doing before worked. There was nothing wrong with it, but sometimes change is good.  Sometimes God has us think outside the box and gives us His sized dreams.  This way, I believe gave them a choice, gave  them a sense of value, a sense of worth and importance and empowered them.


As for our director Kathy…She described it as the best day ever in her entire ministry career.


Expectations part 2

Around Christmas time I was speaking with a friend on the topic of healing. We had not seen each other in a while and she asked me if I had lost weight and I said I had. I told her it’s because of the “sick days” that I get so often, BUT that I believed I was being healed from them. I went on to say that I didn’t know how scriptural that was…about healing being a gradual thing, but I had heard it preached on during the summer.

She said something to me that has stuck with me ever since and I will try and paraphrase it somewhat. She said “if you are in the hospital, you spend time in the recovery room before you go home. Surgery is not an instant fix…you have to recover. The instant healings in the Bible were miracles.” I can’t tell you how encouraging that was to think about. Another thing that I thought of was that after any major surgery, you typically have to take it very easy for a several weeks. You don’t just go home and continue on as normal.

A few Sundays ago Sunday when the Pastor called people forward for healing, he was specific about it being those who were chronically ill; those with ongoing sickness. I didn’t go forward. I wanted to, but sometimes I just get weary of asking for prayer for the same thing over and over again. I am sure some of you can relate. Yet doesn’t the Bible tell us in Colossians 4:2 to keep praying? The other reason, I explained to my husband afterwards was that I was choosing to believe that I am already being healed.

Anyway, not long after, his wife came to my seat and asked me if I would go forward with her for prayer. She wanted to pray for me, so of course I went up to the front of the church with her. She is well aware of the struggle I’ve had for so long. And she knows the truth God planted in my heart a while back regarding my healing.

She prayed this verse…That He who began a good work in me, would be faithful to complete it. (Phil 1:6) It’s a verse that most of us know by heart, but I never really thought about it applying to healing, and yet it is so true. God is faithful. He is true to His word. He doesn’t start something and then not finish it.

Ps 138: 8

The Lord will perfect that which concerns me; your mercy oh Lord endures forever. You do not forsake the works of your hands.

There is a Jesus Culture song that we sing in our “Spanglish” church that I love. We sing it in Spanish, but it translates to “Miracles.” Maybe you have heard it before. Here are a few lines..

The one who made the blind to see

Is moving here in front of me

The One who made the deaf to hear

Is silencing my every fear.

I believe in you

I believe in you

You’re the God of miracles

The one who does impossible

Is reaching out to make me whole

The one who put death in its place

His life is flowing throw my veins.

The God who is and is to come

The power of the risen one

The God who brings the dead to life

You’re the God of miracles

So that is where I am right now. This situation with my health may seem hopeless when I look at it with my “human” eyes. Yet, I am choosing to believe that I am being made whole. It may not be this week or even this month. But perhaps a year from now, I will be able to look back and say “Look what the Lord has done! “

How about you? Do you believe in the God of miracles? Do you believe in the God who was and is to come? Can I encourage you that whatever season you are in, to put your trust in Him? Perhaps you are not believing for physical healing, but something else. Remember He is faithful and always keeps His promises.

Inaugeration tomorrow..

I realize it has been more than a month since I wrote anything on my personal blog and thought it was maybe time to give a little update.

As you know since the election in November there has been a bit of unrest in the country. However things have calmed down considerably from how they were back in December. And if there are things planned like road closures and what not we tend to get plenty of advance notice so we can be prepared and perhaps go another direction. Or wait for the road to open up again.

As I write this, the inaugeration is tomorrow and today things were surprisingly normal. Our kids had a half day of school as a precaution and another private school that we know of canceled all classes just in case the rumors of protesting and blocked roads were true. Yet today we had staff meeting on the other end of the city. We also got our groceries. There were no delays in traffic except where they were doing constrution, but it wasn’t that bad and it didn’t take too long to get home.

A couple years ago there used to be a lot of police stationed in the neighbourhood I walk in. One of the officers used to always call me “amiga” and from time to time I would chat with him in my limited español.

I was walking Abby this afternoon in that same neighborhood when a truck full of police officers drove past and there he was again waving out the window..”Amiga!” They had pulled up to the pulperia (little variety store) for refreshments while he stood outside. He waved and then motioned for me to come over. We talked for a minute or so and he told me that it would be a good idea not to leave the house tomorrow..just in case, BUT he didn’t think there would be a lot of problems on the streets. I hope he is right and maybe he was just telling me that because it was what I wanted to hear..but who knows for sure…Time will tell..

That being said, please be in prayer for this beautiful country and for its leaders. Especially for tomorrow’s inaugeration.

John 14:27 I am leaving you with a gift….peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give you is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.

2 Timothy 2:1-2 I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf and give thanks for them. Pray this way for kings and all who are in authority so that we can peaceful and quiet lives marked by godliness and dignity.

The Perfect gift..

Five years ago, when I lived in Stratford Ontario, I sat down with four of my daycare children and gave them the gifts I had so carefully purchased for them. I knew I had found each of them the perfect gift. They would love them, I was sure!

For three of them, it seemed I did. One little girl said “It’s just what I’ve always wanted!” Her older sister seemed in awe…”How did you know I LOVE horses?”, while the youngest girl, not even two, clutched her new doll to her chest and her whole face lit up…”Mine!” It made me happy inside to see their excitement and smiles.

Then came the fourth child. He tore open his gift, the one so thoughtfully wrapped with him in mind…but instead of a smile he angrily tossed the gift aside and said with a whine…”Awww…it’s not Lego Star Wars!” He crossed his arms and a scowl marked his young eight year old face. He sat there pouting and I sat there, jaw dropped! I have to admit it made me angry. To think the gift I had so carefully chosen for him, thinking he would love it; that it would be so carelessly tossed aside like a piece of garbage. That hurt!

It reminded me of something else. Christmas was but a few days away and if it were not for Jesus, there would be no Christmas…He is the “reason for the season.”
God sent his only son to be born in Bethlehem. He was The Perfect Gift, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger…in what would normally be used for the animals feeding trough A humble beginning for a king.
God knew that one day the baby Jesus would grow to be a man, and that one day that man would give his life for us all. He would die a brutal death on a cross, so that we; each and every one would in turn have eternal life…His perfect gift if we accept it.

1 John 4:9
God showed how much he loved us by sending his only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life though him. This is real love….not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.

Yet, so often we go through the Christmas season losing our focus. We are busy and stressed, trying to get it all done, house cleaned and decorated, baking done, and the menu planned, all while trying to find that perfect gift for our loved ones. We can so easily lose sight of the reason that we even have Christmas and it is Jesus.

I have been finding this especially true this Christmas season. Lately there have been times that I have lost my focus, been distracted by all that is going on around me. Things in Honduras are very tense right now. There is much political unrest and things seem to be falling apart at the seams.  I stress about wondering if Jake will be able to fly in. What if they cancel his flight? Will we be able to get to where we need to go in the city safely, or will the roads be “taken?” Our kids have lost so much school since the election on November 26, and although they have done their work online, they miss their friends. And what if the country enforces another curfew? And more recently, the concern about what is rumoured to come in the next couple days to Tegucigalpa. I don’t have all my Christmas shopping done, but I realize I just might have to be ok with that. It’s out of my control if the mall decides to close one day for safety reasons, or if the road happens to be blocked.
Looking at the situation here it can be very easy to fall apart and lose peace, and be fearful. But God has been reminding me of a verse in Isaiah.
Isaiah 26:3,4 tells us that” You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all those whose thoughts are fixed on you. Trust in the Lord always, for the Lord your God is the eternal rock. “
I love how the MSG words this verse…That “ people with their minds set on Him, he will keep completely whole.”

Now if we are completely whole….we are not falling apart. We are intact, we have it together and lack nothing. Because HE is our peace and peace isn’t found in stuff or circumstances or whether or not the Christmas shopping is done. If our minds are on him…the cares of this world are not going to crowd him out. He is the perfect gift. Born in a manger and later hung on a tree.

So, what will we do this Christmas with the most Perfect Gift? We can choose to cast it aside; rejected.. or we can accept him…God’s perfect gift of love to us…Jesus! Let every heart prepare him room. Is there room in your heart for Him?

John 3:16
For God so loved the world that He gave his only son, that whoever believes in him will not perish but have everlasting life.

An update from Honduras…

In my last post, I think it is pretty safe to say that it was written while in a state of shock and even a little fear.  From my perspective, things seem to have settled down a lot. For now anway. There are still protests going on, but they seem peaceful for the most part. And there has STILL not been a formal announcement as to who the new president is.  From what I understand they are doing a recount of all the votes, so who knows when an announcement will be made or what the response will be.

There was a curfew enforced last week. From the hours of 6pm to 6am, no one was allowed to be out of their homes on the streets.  I remember one time looking out my window at 6pm and it was pretty much bumper to bumper traffic.  It was later changed from 5am to 8pm because people were having a hard time getting home from work before the curfew.  Then it was extended to 10pm and then as of Friday it was lifted for good behaviour. Honestly curfew really didn’t affect us too much. We are not often out at night anyway unless it is to go to a dinner or a movie and home group every Thursday night. However, like my friend mentioned to me…there is something about being told you can’t do something that makes you want to do it and did feel like we were going stir crazy. It has been wierd trying to plan our lives around curfews and avoiding areas where we know protests are going on and where there could be potential danger. We have been keeping a low profile, only going out when necessary.

During all the craziness, it was weird to go the grocery store and  hear Christmas music like Silent Night and Holly Jolly Christmas on the radio, when there was so much chaos outside, when the country we love was falling apart at the seams.  Nothing felt peaceful or jolly. There was a food shortage. People are and have been stock piling, so the day that we finally ventured out, there were no potatoes, eggs or bread. 24131091_10155632019101049_3619013715280220832_n

One thing we have noticed is that different gas stations now have metal sheets across their windows with huge signs letting people they know they are open for business. I don’t know if they lost their windows during all the rioting  or if it is just a precaution. We did see footage of people walking out of stores with cases and cases of beer. We also saw footage of people walking out of stores carrying large appliances like dryers over their heads. Unbelievable

A week ago we were sitting in our living room when we heard weird noises outside. I stepped out to see what it was and realized it was the neighbor kids standing on their balcony banging pots and pans. They were shouting what sounded like “Stay at home! Stay at home!” They do speak English. We assumed they were going stir crazy from the curfew and schools being canceled, and were just kids having fun.  But then as we listened we began to hear people banging pots and pans EVERYWHERE! They were not shouting Stay at home…but “Feura-joh”, which translates to Out Juan Orlando Hernandez!


This was actually a planned protest called Cacerolazo, where people protested from their homes since they were under curfew and not allowed to be out. At the same time as this was going on, there were firecrackers as well, so it was very noisy. My poor schnauzer was quite freaked out about all the commotion! Thankfuly this all died down after a couple of days. Once in a while I would hear a lone pot in the distance, but still the firecrackers continued on.

Our kids lost a lot of time from school. They finally went back this Wednesday after being off since the American Thanksgiving.  Elisa was so happy to be back and see her friends again. School is basically her social life.

On Friday night we decided to get out of the house and do something as a family. So that afternoon, we went and saw the movie Wonder at the movie theater in the Multi plaza mall. (So good. It’s a movie everyone should see. ) Then Ben got his hair cut at the barber. However they did not give him the cut that he wanted and he was quite sad about that. Then we went out for dinner. It felt good to be able to do something normal for a change and not being forced to be stuck in the house. It was during dinner that we learned that the curfew had been lifted in our area. Afterwards we did a little looking around in the mall. It struck me how very normal the mall was. Everything was carrying on as usual. Life goes on I guess. And it was as busy as one might expect a mall to be during the Christmas season.

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We also have not been in church since the week before the election. Everything has been canceled. Of course we were not able to legally meet the day of the election. Technically our church that meets in the afternoon was…but I was sick that day and couldn’t go. But this morning it is back on and I am so excited to go. I’ve missed it so much. Then in the afternoon we are going to a home church at the home of some friends.  Slowly for the time being anyway, life is returning to normal.


When life gets real…

Last night when I should have been sleeping, I was instead looking through my Instagram feed, while my heart was an unsettled and completely broken mess. Images of puppies, and cakes and other delicious food.  Photos of Christmas decorations and the Elf on the shelf.  Happy times,  and a far far cry from the images I had seen earlier in the day when life suddenly became very, very real.  A glaring contrast to what is going on here.


First of all I want to say upfront that we are safe in our home and do not feel like we are in any danger. We have food for a few days, the basics anyway, as well as plenty of water. There are MANY things happening all around us though. Yesterday was a day like we have never experienced in our four and a half years of living here. It’s very normal here to see police and the military everywhere. It’s not something we find scary, but more of a comfort. And we have seen a lot of protests and the like since living here. It’s also very normal…but not like yesterday when things got out way out of control.

You see, the election was Sunday and they still have not declared a winner. The people are crying fraud and are taking to the streets to protest. Entire streets have been shut down and under siege while people block the streets with burning tires and tear gas. It was and is mass chaos and makes me think of a war zone. Businesses have been ransacked, buildings burned.

We watched in shock and horror the live footage on our TV, streets that we are familiar with and have been down multiple times and it was like something you would see on a movie or the evening news….not here, not Honduras. But suddenly on Thursday it all became very real. I wanted to weep. I kept thinking, how can this be happening to my beloved Honduras? What in the world is going on? My heart was and is broken for this land and people I love. I was talking with the guard across the street about the situation and I couldn’t stop the tears. He was so right in what he told me…that we need to pray and remember that God is still on the throne. And how true it is…that even in the chaos He is God and he is still in control.
Our kids and many other children across this city have been out of school for the week for safety reasons. Ben and Elisa are going stir crazy. However for our kids anyway, it is not a week off of school work or vacation time, as assignments have been given online.


Even in the midst of chaos, we noticed that life happened, life still went on. People still walked around in the riot, climbing over tires, walking around with their cell phones, or pushing their ice cream carts. We have been basically staying in, but we did walk down to the fruit truck and buy some fruit and we have walked around in our neighborhood with our dog and all is calm there. However, the situation here is serious. There is much tension and unrest. It is very surreal for us…not just a story for the evening news. Honduras needs our prayers. It needs people on their knees interceding. Praying for peace and justice. There is talk that once the new president is announced that things will intensify. We have heard that the internet will be cut off and there will be power outages. This is to keep rumours from circulating and while it is a pain in the rear, it is wise in this situation. There is also talk of curfews which is unheard of back in Canada or the States. So life may be a bit inconvenient or unknown for a bit while we plan our lives around curfews and protests and the like. Please, please, continue to pray for our beloved Honduras, the home of our hearts. The home where we live and love.


Psalm 46:10
Be still and know that I am God….

Ephesians 2:14  He is our peace.


I am a fairly organized person, I like to make to do lists and check each item as I finish it. I like to plan my menu a week or so in advance. However, sometimes it is pointless and frustrating when I can’t find all the ingredients on my list in one place. That’s how it is in Honduras. Take for example tomato soup. It may be on the shelves one week but then it may disappear for a while. Believe it or not, there have even been times when I’ve gone in for bananas only to be told there are none. Honduras grows enough bananas to supply the entire world and yet there are none on the shelves? I don’t understand that. And I enjoy half and half in my coffee. It’s the one thing I splurge on. Yet I have not found it for what seems like months.

So you see in the case of finding what I need to make the meals I want, it is probably best just to go into the store with low expectations of finding everything that way I am not disappointed. My friend and I were just talking about this the other day. We both love to cook, but sometimes you have to scratch certain recipes from your menu for the reason of not finding the needed ingredients. I have been known to improvise though…

I think when it comes to people, perhaps it is a good idea to lower expectations of others. We all are human. People let us down. They disappoint us. We in turn disappoint and let others down. But when it comes to God, we surely can have high expectations of him.


Heb 10:23
Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope that we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his promise.

The definition of Expectation is this:
A strong belief that something will happen or be the case.

I’ve been thinking a lot about expectations lately. God has been speaking a place deep in my heart that I need to raise my expectations. It’s an area of my heart where I often been discouraged and yes even a bit disappointed with God if I were to be completely honest.

You see, I am ill. A lot. These mysterious days come like clockwork every two to three weeks and linger for one to three days. It’s like the flu but not the flu. They are debilitating and when they come I am in bed for the duration. I am weary of them, but because it’s been my reality for the last nine years, I have come to expect them. And sadly I have missed out on a lot of life because of them. But what if, I were to raise my expectations? Instead of expecting to be sick for an event, what if I were to expect to be well that day. What if I were to read and say aloud scriptures on healing? Or believe that, by faith, I am already healed. I mean I have experienced divine healing before. Many of you have heard that story back when  I was a child and had that childlike faith.

I have been writing out scriptures about healing for a few weeks now. And while I have had sick days…..they have not been lasting as long! I am believing by faith that one day they will be a thing of the past.


I think of the woman in the bible with the issue of blood. (Luke 6) Just by touching Jesus garment she expected to be healed and she was!

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I think of a crippled man in the book of Acts. Acts 3:16 Through faith in the name of Jesus, this man was healed—and you know how crippled he was before. Faith in Jesus name has healed him before your very eyes.


So why is it we expect bad things to happen or things to not turn out?  Or maybe we try to do things on our own and in our own strength, expecting to fail, instead of relying on the Holy Spirit to help us.  Friends….we can TRUST him with our lives, wholly one hundred percent.

Anyway, that is just what the Lord has been speaking to me about the past few weeks.  But perhaps there are areas in your life where God is concerned that you need to raise your expectations.


Ephesians 3:20
Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work in us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.

When the heart cries..


Just the other day I saw him.  Gregory.  ( Names in this blog post have been changed). His smile lit up his face as he waved to us from his yard. He knows us and always greets us when we see him at his church or on the street. Such a nice kid.  He had been working out with his home made dumbells. Fashioned from empty large tin cans that he had filled with cement and balanced between two poles. Genious, really. His creativity astounded me. I would never have thought of that! Fourteen years old.  I was reminded of his story the other day and it crushed me.

You see, when he was only a young boy of seven years old, his father abandoned him. Left and never looked back. Gregory  tried attending school that year, but he was so hurt, so broken, he just couldn’t continue. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain of that kind of rejection,  that kind of  wound so deep to a soul so young, wondering why his father left. Wondering if his dad was ever coming home and all the while missing him.  Did he think he was to blame? Did he wonder if only he had done something different his dad wouldn’t have left?

Gregory can now be found on the streets in the city selling tamales. At times he is there at 5 in the morning providing for his family because his mom is not well.  I am not sure what school he attends but his able to go to school on the weekends to continue his education. I am proud of the young man he is today, despite the hand that has been dealt him.

Then there is little Marjory,  a precious little girl in fourth grade.  Each time we come to her school for the Bible classes I look for her.  I adore that little girl.  I honestly can say I love all those kids but there are some that just have found a special place in my heart.   Recently Marjory’s dad passed away very suddenly and without warning.  There are many  dads who are murdered.  It’s fairly common in that area. Yet that was not the case with Marjory’s dad.  It was a car accident and instantly his life was snuffed out, just like that, without any warning. My heart is broken for that little girl and her family.  I didn’t see her the other day when we were at her school.  I so wanted to give her a hug, tell her I was so sorry to hear about her papa. I don’t know what else I could have said. There are no words, really. How do you comfort  an eight year old girl whose daddy is never coming home again? Her family needs him.  We can grieve and weep with them. We can pray with them, but then what? I want to cry out that it isn’t fair.  I know God cares and I believe heaven weeps over such heartache. I know God is able to comfort the broken,  but I don’t know why these things have to happen. It’s one of the great mysteries in life I guess.  Perhaps sometimes in life there are things we are not meant to know until the day when our own journey on this earth is done…

Finally there is Jack.   He had Leukemia.  It was a recurring thing. He would be in remission and then it would come back. I remember the time he told Dale that he could not understand why kids would stay home from school when they had a cold, and yet he continued going to school even when he was in treatment because getting an education was important. I remember when we used to hand out Bible bucks that the kids could redeem for various items. He had more than anyone in the entire school and he chose to spend his Bible bucks on a Bible for himself, and then he bought gifts for others. He bought a sweet straw Tinkerbell purse for the director of his school,  who was genuinely moved to tears by his tender guesture, and a Mario Cart figure for one of his teachers…(well that was actually something they were going to share.) He was a kind and gentle soul, a teddy bear of a kid with a big smile and a huge heart. He always greeted us with the biggest smile and a hug when we would see him at his school.  I remember how hard we fought to go visit him at the hospital when we learned he was back in there. Finally we ended up getting in with the help of a lawyer because the guards at the gate of the hospital would not budge. They would not allow us to enter . We only wanted to come see him, encourage him and pray for him. I remember how his face lit up when he saw us. I remember how badly he wanted out of that hospital room so he could go to school.  Jack had been a sponsored child. When his sponsor died, the family continued on with the sponsorship. But do you know what Jack did when he learned his sponsor had passed? He sent a letter to the family offering his condolences and told them he was praying for them.  That’s the kind of boy he was.

A couple weeks ago I was sent a recent photo of Jack…now in seventh grade. The cancer was back.  When I saw the photo of him looking so very, very sick, I felt like I got punched in the gut;  overwhelmed with sadness. My heart cried “no!” The last time we saw him was his grade six grad. We were so proud of him, graduating  when he had been so ill during that year.  I remember the standing ovation he received from his peers and teachers. And yet, here we are, not even a year after graduating and Jack…our beloved young friend is gone. He’s with the Lord, and not suffering anymore, but oh how our hearts ache. He was so young, had so much to live for. He truly loved life. He lived his life well. He had dreams.  I don’t know why he had to die.  I don’t know why he wasn’t healed or why he had to suffer so much in his young life.  I know he loved Jesus and I know one day I will see him again.  He is in a better place, not suffering, healed and  whole.  And something that struck me the other day is that Jack got to meet his sponsor.  Not many kids or their sponsors ever get that opportunity.  I am sure he ran up to him, hugged him and said “thank you for sponsoring me!”  It reminds me of that old Ray Boltz song that says..”thank you for giving to the Lord…I am the life that was changed.”

Jack is greatly missed and was loved by all who knew him. An inspiration.  A real life hero. He will never, ever be forgotten.

Deut 29:29 The Lord our God has secrets known to no one.

Psalm 56:8 You keep track of my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.


Greater than gold…

When Dale’s mom passed away one year ago, Dale asked that instead of flowers, money be donated towards Bibles for our grade five students who have all been taking the foundational course, Seedlings.   We wanted a Bible for each graduate of Seedlings,  just like what we did last year. We knew his mom would have loved that and it would have made her heart happy.   Except this year there are many more students taking the course.  We are happy to report that more than 800 of our grade five students have received a Bible within the last couple weeks as we finish up our Bible classes for this school year. Exams begin next week and then school will soon be done til Feb. I can’t believe this school year has come to a close!

Like last year the reaction of the children upon receiving their very own Bibles blew us away. There were cheers and tears. Clapping and smiles all around. Some of the children actually hugged and kissed their Bibles. Everyone seemed excited! Again I was reminded of when I was in public school and the Gideons handed out little new Testaments. I can’t say I was too thrilled. It’s so different here and it is refreshing. I pray that they read it and apply it to their lives.

There was one teacher that told the children in his class that the Bibles that they had been given  was a treasure greater than gold.


In addition to the children receiving Bibles, the teachers did as well. This was made possible because of a generous donation from a sweet lady who visited on a team and saw a need for it. It touched her heart that last year teachers were asking for Bibles but there were none extra to spare. Most of the teachers did not open their gifts infront of the class. That seems to be a cultural thing, where gifts are opened in private. Some of them did however when their class chanted “Que lo abre! Que lo abre!” However the teachers did know what it was, and were so appreciative and happy to receive.


I do have a testimony I want to share of a teacher receiving a Bible at just the right time. It shows God’s provision.  I asked her if it would be ok for me to share her story and she told me it would be an honor.

When we gave Profesora Emma her gift wrapped Bible, she asked Rossy…”Is this a Bible?” And rather than sitting it on her desk and waiting to open it at home, she quickly unwrapped it.  She then told us that she had lost her Bible,  and had been using her husband’s. Her husband had been telling her she should just go out and buy another Bible. But she was believing for a new one and had said by faith she was going to receive a new Bible.  So she was pretty happy to receive one that day!


Psam 119:72, 73

The law from your mouth is more precious to me than thousands of pieces of silver and gold. Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your commands.

A thankful heart


288190-There-Is-Always-Always-Something-To-Be-Thankful-ForIn my last blog post I briefly mentioned a friend in the final stages of cancer. Sadly, I learned that she passed away Saturday afternoon.  Her name was Diana, and my family prayed for her regularly around our dinner table during our family devotions.  For almost a year we prayed .  I’m heartbroken.  Yet, even though my heart is heavy and once in a while the tears start and it’s hard to stop them, today is Thanksgiving and it’s a time to be thankful.  One thing I have learned over the years is even though there is a lot of sadness in this world and we may be experiencing a loss of some sort, or grieving and missing family and the fall colours, and maybe we can’t find all the ingredients we want for a certain recipe, and maybe not all our family will be around our dinner table. Regardless of our circumstances or what we may be facing, there is always,  always something to be thankful for.
The Bible tells us to give thanks in everything. I don’t think for one minute that this means to be happy about it when bad things happen,  but rather to be joyful in the midst of it. Joy comes from within….where as happiness is more external. Anyway…just some thoughts this Thanksgiving day..  All of us have something to be thankful for. What are you thankful for today?

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ.