“He can’t be dead, we just saw him the other day”


The Lord brought us to Belize over three years ago.

He has given us the opportunity to witness to thousands of sinners.

Through one2one conversations, Gospel tracts, open-air-preaching, and online, the Lord has allowed us to effectively reach sinners a minimum of 4 million times** with the life-saving Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Some of those (the Lord placed in my path) died only days after I witnessed to them.

“And inasmuch as it is appointed for men 
to die once and after this comes judgment” –Hebrews 9:27

Almost monthly the news parades the faces of those I have witnessed to on the screen.

Here yesterday.

Dead today…

-A woman in PG was murdered by her boyfriend days after I sat in her office and shared the Gospel with her.

-A cab driver in PG was stabbed to death in his cab after I shared the Gospel with him.

-A cab driver in DGA was murdered in his cab days after I shared the Gospel with him.

-A man died in a motorcycle accident just after receiving a Gospel tract.

-I had given this man a Gospel tract. He was murdered the other day.

I don’t journal as I should so there are others who I have forgotten about.

Just a few days ago we heard the siren of the ambulance drive by our house.

Little did we know that it was on its way to a horrific scene. A car had flipped numerous times and two died.

I later found out that we knew both of the victims…

One we knew very well.

Pastor Gideon had married him and his wife, they attended our church for a season, and I had shared the Gospel with him many times. He and his brother were the ones who perished in that wreck.
Just a week ago I had the opportunity to share the Gospel with this man again. Three days in a row…

Then, days later he was dead.

When I told Sheila she said “He can’t be dead, we just saw him the other day”.

My thoughts were similar. How could he be dead? I just saw him.

Three days in a row!…


Bewilderment to say the least.

In that moment the Lord impressed upon me the fragility of life. The divine appointments He has for us to share His great Gospel. Reaching the lost with the life-saving message. Life is but a vapor!

For some, the Gospel conversation may be the second in twenty that God uses to warn them. For others, it may be the very last time they ever hear the Gospel that can save them.

“I tell you, no, but unless you repent, 
you will all likewise perish” –Luke 13:3

“Jesus answered and said to him, “Truly, 
truly, I say to you, unless one is born 
again he cannot see the kingdom of God” –John 3:3

Of course, I know these things.

I know the urgency to reach the lost, the Sovereignty of God to save, etc.

But at times I tend to forget.

What about you?

This was a reminder and rebuke to me.

How many times have I waited to share with a family member or friend thinking “there WILL BE another day”? I am way too guilty.

There are no other “days”.

YOU.” Behold, now is “THE ACCEPTABLE TIME,” 
behold, now is “THE DAY OF SALVATION” -2 Corinthians 6:2

TODAY is the day of Salvation. I must redeem the time.

“making the most of your time, because the days are evil” –Ephesians 5:16

We must be vigilant in the battle for all the souls that He has cross our path. They may be the next victims in the news.

Is there someone you have been waiting to reach with the Gospel?

Let me assure you that you will only regret not sharing with them. Go reach them! Pray for them and ask God to save them.

I praise God that He allowed me to share the Gospel with the many who are no longer here. I have no clue whether they called upon His name before they left this earth. What I do know is that God is Sovereign and He saves who He wills to save …BUT, He uses the preached (and shared) Word of God to draw them to saving faith.

“So neither he who plants nor he who waters 
is anything, but only God, who makes things grow” -1 Corinthians 3:7

Lord, help me never be of the mindset that there will be “another day”.

Lord, set eternity upon the eyeballs of all you place in my path so that they might repent and believe the Gospel.

For His Glory ALONE,

**As of July 2017, Belizeans have been reached with the Gospel over 4 million times on Facebook alone. This does not include the 250,000+ tracts that have been distributed in the past three years, countless bibles and Gospel literature, hundreds of conversations and constant preaching of His Word in the public squares across Belize.

Surgery in a Seatainer


[Wiktionary.org: Seatainer: A large container for shipping freight by sea.]  But, we’ll get to that later.

“How blessed is the man whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered!” –Psalm 32:1

Nate was out in the yard the other day and found something in our lime tree. It was a “live” something. A fuzzy something. A cute something. A baby “something”. So, he showed me a picture of the “something”…

We “oooh-ed” and “aaahhhh-ed” over that little baby bird. How adorable! How magnificent and intricate the nest! What a marvelous Creator who taught that momma bird how to find the right place to build, the right materials to build from (and *where* to find those), how to weave it all together into the perfect shape and size for her youngster.

Later that day, as I considered the photo, I saw something a bit disturbing; which I took no notice of at first glance.

The razor sharp thorns surrounding that little baby bird. Seemingly, pointed right at him.

I wondered why in the world a momma bird would build her nest right in the middle of all those thorns. That just did not make any sense.

Sometimes, things are not what they might seem.

I have had a secret. Hahaha…not really a secret. But, something I wanted to be secret. About 10 years ago, at the insistence of my vigilant midwives; I went to see a dermatologist. (During my childbearing years, I was blessed to be in the care of midwives; who would take note of the changing moles on my body and they were concerned about skin cancer)

Rightly so, for as it turned out, I had several cancerous spots to deal with. Several biopsies and skin surgeries later; I was cancer free!

At my initial visit to the dermatologist; I pointed out to her a small bump on the front of my head; which she said was nothing to worry about.

I found out later, upon my own research that the little lump was a “pilar cyst”.

Well, over the years, that “nothing-to-worry-about” has grown. And grown. And, might I say…grown.

Meanwhile, in the lovely “middle-age” years that I now find myself in; my hair has begun its departure from my head. Brushing my hair or running my fingers through my hair often results in at least several strands of my hair detaching from its once-happy home on my scalp.

So, I have had a growing cyst combined with thinning hair; and I must say I over the last few years, I have been trying to cover this thing.

With my thinning hair.


In 2017, we looked into having it removed. The medic at the clinic we went to said that it was a risky surgery because of the chance of bleeding out on the scalp. (Let me add here …that I am not a doctor….I dunno if that’s right or not…but it was sure scary)

So, we were told there would be a surgery team from the States coming to do surgeries in our District. Surgeries that could not otherwise be done here; like gallbladder surgeries.

Here in Belize, procedures like the one I needed or for example a gallbladder surgery; are not quite as routine as they would be considered to be in the States.

And quite honestly, after speaking with the medic at the internationally-run healthcare clinic; I was very afraid to pursue it.

However; I got on the list several months beforehand. As it turns out, the team would be doing surgeries right about the time of Cheyenne’s wedding. So. That didn’t work out.

This lump on the front of my head was not getting any smaller. In fact, the hair had begun to fall out right on the cyst, leaving a strange naked-of-hair volcanic-looking mound on my head.

Truth be told…I should have had it dealt with while we were still living in the States. But, there were two things that prevented it from happening… (Not necessarily in order of prominence….haha…)

  1. The kids always came first. Their medical needs, their paperwork, their appointments. Especially as our time of departure for Belize arrived.
  2. I AM A BIG FAT CHICKEN, and did not wanna do it.

(So…that is likely the real reason. But, nonetheless; like my momma used to say…”that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.”)

With a possible visit to the States on our horizon in August, we decided to investigate avenues of having the procedure done while we were State side. We forgot about the complicated, intricate and sometimes discouraging labyrinth of medical care in the States. Needing referrals, office visits, etc. We would only have about one month to visit, after all; and this was just far too complicated.

After several unanswered inquiries and several other closed doors; I gave it up as impossible. I just resigned myself to having this thing on my person until I entered glory!

Until one day, Nate called me into the bedroom. He said, ‘I’ve been thinking about something.’ (Anyone else do a “mental checklist” when their spouse says this…like ‘did I do something worthy of an “uh-oh”…hahaha~)
Last year, we took a short family vacation in Placencia. (The first vacation our family had had in over 10 years…that did not involve going to Grandma  & Grandpa’s …NOT that we don’t LOVE going to G & G’s..!) Nate had a medical issue which presented itself in a critical way. The Lord showed Nate a trustworthy doctor who is in Placencia, who handled the issue in a quick and professional manner.

Nate said to me that he thought this doctor very capable and qualified to surgically remove my cyst. He told me to pray about it and think it over.

For a brief moment, thoughts of having surgery in a refurbed tractor-trailer flickered through my ever-active imagination. The cold steel walls of the seatainer closed in on my mind in a momentarily paralyzing way.

“For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh, for the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but are divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses.” – 2 Corinthians 10:3-4

Oh, fear.

Where is your sting?

Right there.

Fear paralyzes. Fear restrains. Fear lies. And fear steals.

But. Fear is NOT from God.

The apostle Paul admonished Timothy…

“For God has not given the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love and of a sound mind.” -2 Timothy 1:7

So, for a moment…I wanted to decline this idea of going under the knife in an unconventional and somewhat off-beat medical location.

But, my real reason was not one of practicality. My real reason to decline was not one of scheduling or lack of child care. My real reason was fear.

In almost the next moment, the Lord graciously sent His peace upon me.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” –Philippians 4:6-7

Suddenly, I answered; almost surprising myself with the peace now filling my mind. I told Nate, ‘Yes, let’s schedule it.’

All my years of hiding and hoping nobody would see my obvious secret. All those conversations with people…wondering if they could see the bizarre lump peeking out just over my forehead. All of the haircuts that I declined to get; uneasy and unwilling to explain yet again about this benign barnacle on my cranium.
As all the years came flooding back to me; I recalled with wonder at how I tried for most of my life to run and hide from my Maker.

I was cruel. I was a liar. I was unrelenting in my taunting of anyone who claimed faith in Jesus Christ. Even my dear momma, who prayed for me faithfully, for years and years; endured my mocking and ridicule.

And yet…in spite of all this filth in my life, I claimed myself to be a “Christian”. I wanted nothing to do with God, or His Word. Especially not His Son, who so many had told me; had come to seek and to save the lost.
When I was 10 years old, I repeated a prayer. At that point, I called myself a Christian.

Even though, with the other side of my mouth I would blaspheme and talk crudely of all His works.

I was hiding.

Hiding who I really was. A sinner who was not truly right in God’s sight.

I knew God’s Word said that all have sinned.

And fall short of the glory of God.

And I knew there was a God who I was accountable before.

But, somehow, I thought I could hide. Hide from His justice. Hide from His holiness. I enjoyed walking in the darkness. The darkness of all the evil that I perpetrated during my teenage years. Even though I often could hide it in the light of scrutiny from family and friends.

I hid nothing from God.

“For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are open and laid bare to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do.” – Hebrews 4:12-13

God, in His great mercy brought me out of my “hiding”. He saved me. Gave me a new heart, with new desires. And with my song I will praise Him! (Psalm 28:7)

I had the procedure done on Monday. I was afraid. When I went into the office and sat down, I said to the doctor; with a weak smile…’there’s still time to change your mind’.

At which the kind doctor laughed heartily and said, ‘come on, let’s get this taken care of!’

Everything was fine. The (very large..!) cyst was removed. No excessive bleeding. No excessive pain. No issues really at all. (Other than Nate having to walk up and down the otherwise almost-deserted sandy road, exploring and “re-exploring” with all the kids…hahaha!)

I am very thankful for my Brothers and Sisters in Christ who prayed for me during this time. THANK YOU!

I will spare any medical details here, but feel free to ask if you have any curiosities about any of that!

Earlier, I said that things aren’t always what they seem.

Remember the bird nest surrounded by thorns? At first, I thought that was quite goofy of that momma bird to put her baby in such a place of seeming danger. ALL THOSE DANGEROUS SPIKES! Pointed right at the vulnerable chick.

I realized later that those thorns, which to my eyes were a danger to that baby bird, were actually a protection for him/her. Predators (dogs, cats, snakes, etc.) would not be easily able to get at that sweet little vulnerable chick. At least, not without getting a snoot full of thorns.

The nest is empty now.

The baby has flown away. Presumably, off somewhere in the field or forest to lift his or her voice to praise the Creator.

That bright yellow seatainer which enclosed a somewhat unorthodox and potentially unnerving medical facility; turned out to be of a great aid to me. Because now, I have a skull without a huge lump sticking up.

“And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” – Romans 8:28

I don’t have to hide that anymore.

And I have gratitude afresh to the Lord, who called me out of darkness and into His infinite light. Who saw me (of course…!) as I tried to hide from Him many years ago.

“How blessed is the man whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered! How blessed is the man to whom the LORD does not impute iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit! When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my vitality was drained away as with the fever heat of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin to You, and my iniquity I could not hide; I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the LORD ‘; and You forgave the guilt of my sin. Therefore, let everyone who is godly pray to You in a time when You may be found; surely in a great flood of waters they will not reach him. You are my hiding place, You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah.” – Psalm 32:1-7

Thank you Jesus!


What I Learned From a Gecko


“to open their eyes so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the dominion of satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and an inheritance among those who have been sanctified by faith in Me” -Acts 26:18

For those who have never visited us here, a little background information. Our church is an open-air church. Kinda like a pole building. A roof, and knee walls almost the whole way around. With the exception of the very back of the church, which is enclosed for storage.
It is truly a lovely place to meet and have fellowship.

When our oldest daughter got married last year, the venue was our church facility. I will treasure every memory from that day. One of the most amusing memories, was when, at one point during the service, we could see some of the curious neighbor children; who had climbed high up into one of their trees; so they could see what was going on. They solemnly and quietly observed all the festivities from their unique vantage point.

I had to stifle my snickering when I peeped them up in that tree. I am pretty sure they were shushing each other, so as not to disturb the service.

Then there was that time when we got to church to discover a giant rhinocerous beetle in our sanctuary. That thing had to be the size of a kitten!

Often, at our Wednesday evening services in the summer, fruit bats will dart in and out of the building. Flapping wildly, maybe wondering why there are people, and their bright lights and loud singing; taking over the little bats’ usual evening hangout.

Wednesday evening services are also often punctuated by (*SMACK!*) the sound of (*SMACK!*) congregants slapping offending (*SMACK!) assorted biting flies, mosquitoes and other creepy crawly, flying, biting critters.
Or, in the rainy season (which is soon coming upon us again); the rain pours so hard on the zinc roof, that all other sounds are drowned out. We have to wait until the rain passes or lightens before we can proceed with service.

The loveliness of the birds’ songs on Sunday morning, before the heat of the day sets in. So many voices to the Lord’s choir of feathered creatures. If you stop and listen. I mean, really, stop. Stop talking. Stop fidgeting. Just listen to the layers of praise.

Our church is somewhat of a “pass-through” for the village folk. A short-cut, if you will. From the back, deeper bush, to the main road; where folks must stand to catch their buses. Sometimes; we will see families as they walk through the church property on their way out to the main road.

Words fail me to describe the lovely simplicity of worship at our church.

I am going to share something embarrassing. Something silly (those that know me well, know that I am not a stranger to either of those traits…!)

It was a Wednesday evening service a few weeks ago. Pastor Gideon is taking us through the book of Proverbs on Wednesday nights. And it has been a blessing.

As I sat one evening taking notes, Shiloh touched my shoulder. Without looking, I shook my finger at her. I still felt a finger on my shoulder, so I thought maybe that one of little girls from another family in attendance was trying to get my attention. So, I turned around to look. And before I could turn my head fully around, I caught sight of what was really touching my shoulder.

A gecko!

(for those who have never had the “pleasure” of meeting a gecko, here is a photo of one. This is not the gecko that joined me at Wednesday night Bible study, but rather, my little friend who jumped onto my guitar capo; as I practiced on our back porch one night)

It had dropped off of the open rafters of the roof. Straight onto my shoulder! What are the chances of that??
(PSA…a gecko will not hurt you. I have never heard any tales of anyone being mauled by a gecko…)

He was just sitting there. His little beady eyes just taking in the sights from my shoulder. It was like he was my little pet for a moment.

OK, dream over.

So… what was my reaction to this kind of cute little critter perched on my shoulder?

Well, of course I screamed!

I screamed and used my note-taking pen to fling said creature off of my shoulder.

In doing so, however; he went toward the little family sitting behind us. Who promptly started laughing at the gecko that dropped on the floor in front of them, and then scurried away.  Away from those crazy and loud humans.

(Pastor Gideon never missed a beat. Through all of my antics, I did not hear him stop teaching.)
As far as I know, geckos are harmless.

I read somewhere that large geckos could bite if they are distressed, but that their bite could not pierce the skin.

This scenario reminded me of how I often react in my Christian walk.

That thing scared me bad!

It distracted me.

Then, my distraction distracted others.

But, could that gecko have actually hurt me? No.

“Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, ore persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? Just as it is written, ‘For your sake we are being put to death all day long; we were considered as sheep to be slaughtered.’ But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us.” –Romans 8:35-37

I am often distracted. By various things. I have said this before, but if I was a horse; I would need an extra-large set of blinders on my bridle, because I am so overly prone to distraction.

This world tempts me to look around.

And the moment I do, like Peter; I start sinking.

When the Lord called us to Belize, we did not know what our path would look like. We did know that, through the Lord’s strength and provision, we would be sharing the Gospel. The true Gospel. The Biblical Gospel.

Through our time here, we have had much distraction.



Sadnesses. Sometimes, grief so deep, it was barely understandable. Unfathomable pain. Emotional and physical.

Friends abandoning. Ones who promised to stick through the good and bad and ugly.

They leave.

They don’t look back. Or don’t seem to.

Being slandered and maligned.

All for His sake.

So, we are blessed.

“Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me.” – Matthew 5:11

Sometimes, I guess you could say blessings feel bitter.

These and many other things have been distractions.

But, that’s all. Just distractions.

God’s purposes stand.

“The counsel of the LORD stands forever, the plans of His heart from generation to generation.” –Psalm 33:11

For over a year now, we have been seeking the Lord for a true revival, here in Belize.

“What is a revival? Strictly speaking, it is the restoration of life that has been lost; and in this sense, it applies only to the Church of God. But, used in the more common acceptation, it is the turning of multitudes to God. As conversion is the turning of a soul to God so a revival is a repetition of this same spiritual process in the case of thousands.” –Horatius Bonar

We have recently seen the Lord raise up a Pastor in one of the northern-most districts here in Belize. A Pastor who has a heart for the Word of God; and His truth to move forward. This Pastor is already being persecuted for his stand on Truth.

Also, a dear brother that we know well; feels the Lord calling him to study to be a Pastor.

Praise the Lord!

From time to time, there are conversations with folks out on the streets who are truly seeking the Lord, and His salvation. There are no wild celebrations at these humble whisperings of seeking hearts. No fanfare announcing their inquiry. Just the Lord, by His Spirit; doing a work in a heart. That this side of heaven, we may never get to see the fruition of.

“I tell you that in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.” – Luke 15:7

I love getting up early. To clarify, I am not a morning person. Not. A. morning. Person.

Not that I don’t long for my pillow, it’s simply that; I know if I sleep to long…my window of “quiet house” will be closed. And any praying, reading, studying or thinking…will have to be done at the next “quiet house” window of opportunity.

Even after all our children were out of the night-waking phase; the Lord has been faithful to wake me up so that I can pursue Him in the wee hours of the morning.

In the darkness. In the stillness. The palpable darkness. It’s not silent. There are crickets outside. Crickets singing their carols of praise in the darkness.

“It is always darkest just before the Day dawneth” -Thomas Fuller, Puritan (1608-1661)

Almost suddenly, yet with a slow certainty; the sound of a single bird can be heard. The crisp sound of a songbird praising his Creator. Piercing the sometimes-eerie darkness.

In the darkness, soon there are more feathered voices. The sky brightens lightly as the sun travels its established path. The crickets fade more now. Voices of the night-time creatures are replaced by creatures of the day.

As we pray and seek God for true revival in the hearts of men, women and children; we trust that God is good. And what He does is good.

“You are good and do good; teach me Your statutues.”- Psalm 119:68

Distractions come. Pain comes. Sorrow comes. Insults, mocking, attacks will come. He says it will.

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing, as though some strange thing were happening to you; but to the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing, so that also at the revelation of His glory you may rejoice with exultation.” -1 Peter 4:12-13

So, night-time has a fixed duration. And so does this world.

God is in control, and He always has been.

“Remember the former things long past, for I am God, and there is no other; I am God and there is no one like Me, Declaring the end from the beginning, And from ancient times things which have not been done, Saying, ‘My purpose will be established, and I will accomplish al My good pleasure’;” –Isaiah 46:9-10

Geckos may drop unexpectedly on your shoulder. And that’s ok. Just look at their cute li’l face and scream in surprise, before you send them on their way.

Night comes. Night ends.

“The night is almost gone, and the day is near. Therefore, let us lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.” –Romans 13:12

Be about His business.

For His Glory ALONE,


Eyes to See

“Jesus answered and said to them, ‘Go and report to John what you hear and see; the blind receive sight and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up and the poor have the Gospel preached to them. And blessed is he who does not take offense at Me.’”- Matthew 11:4-6

Back before Christmas, I was taking a walk with a friend, and she told me an exciting story. As we walked along, she related to me a story about her young adult daughter. Her daughter was tending two young children one recent day.

They walked through town together, taking in the sights of smells of the seaside town. As they walked, the children undoubtedly spotted all sorts of things which we grown-ups would pass right by, not caring to give a second glance. Tough-as-nails fisherman making their way through the streets, carrying strings of freshly caught fish to sell to local food vendors. Gentle elderly women, bent under the weight of their 5-gallon buckets full of fresh produce from their gardens; eager to sell a bit here or there to bring money to feed their families. Men and women with carts of all sorts, pulling with them their wares, selling many varieties of home-made foods and drinks (often in containers recycled from other uses…). Sharp dressed policemen, always two-by-two; faithfully walking their beats, keeping close watch over the daily activities of the busy marketplace.

The sights. The smell of the salt air. The pungent smell of freshly caught seafood. The warm enticing aroma of chicken sizzling in the food cart’s deep pot of hot oil. The tropical sunlight beaming through the palm leaves dappling the ground with fun patterns. Stray dogs and cats meandering through the streets filled with folks pedaling their bicycles, people struggling home under the weight of the fresh produce just bought in the market. Neatly uniformed schoolchildren make their way through the narrow streets, laughing and making their plans for after school.

Among all these delightful distractions, my friends’ daughter tried to hurry her two charges along the broken sidewalks. Suddenly, one of the children stopped. Stopping all three in their progress. Proudly picking something up off the ground. A colorful little piece of paper. Excitedly, she showed her care-giver; who promptly said…”that’s trash!! Put that down!”

While picking up trash off the ground anywhere is never a really great idea; it can be particularly dangerous in an area where animal feces, human waste matter, or rotting garbage abounds. Thus my friend’s daughter was aghast when she saw the little fingers clutching this piece of paper. But, then she looked again. This little paper was not showing any signs of having been, uh, dirty. It was clean and dry and vibrant.

As she looked at the little colorful paper, she realized with surprise that it was not just a slip of trash, abandoned to the elements. A valueless piece of garbage.

It was a gospel tract!

She then told the child “it’s a Gospel tract”. Which of course was met with…’huh…?’

It talks about Jesus.

“oh…!” The little light of recognition came on, at the sound of that great Name.

She took the “little paper” home to share with her family.

Trash on the ground. Possibly tossed by someone who didn’t see its value. But, God’s Word is more valuable than all the sunken gold treasure filling the bottom of the sea. All the gold in Fort Knox. The wealth of all the nations cannot compare with the Truth.

There are times when we hand our tracts that we’ll see them on the ground, or torn up, or mangled in some way. Which always breaks my heart. That a human heart could be so hard as to attempt to mute the voice of God, speaking through the written Word on a gospel tract.

Then I remember…that God’s purposes ALWAYS come to pass.

His Word is NEVER wasted.

“For as the rain and snow come down from heaven, and do not return there without watering the earth and making it bear and sprout, and furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater; So will My word be which comes forth from my mouth; it will not return to Me empty, without accomplishing what I desire” –Isaiah 55:10-11

I wear contact lenses. I have for more than half of my life. I also have a complicated family history, and very poor vision. When I was a kid, I would often mistreat my precious eyeballs by reading in my bed (long after I should have been asleep…) under the covers with a dim flashlight. (please, do NOT do that!)

Since becoming a “grown-up”, my goal was to have a visit to the eye doc, once a year. Check on my eye health, and keep my prescription current.

Well, since we came to Belize almost 3 years ago, I have not been able to have a visit to an eye care professional. There is a little clinic in town, which does very basic eye exams. With my family history and my (ahem…) age; I had just settled in myself I would have to wait for a visit to the States before I could get an eye exam.

Then, one morning I was sitting with a dear friend (we have prayer time together once a week) and she randomly mentioned the name of an eye surgeon here in Belize. I was stunned! I didn’t know anything about him. And I had searched, because I wanted to find one.

To be honest, I was very frightened to go to the doctor. My vision had changed. I wasn’t seeing clearly anymore. I was seriously afraid of hearing bad news.

I talked with the Lord about it, and left it at His feet. There was nothing I could do about it anyway.

We showed up at his office In Belmopan (more than 3 hours from our house) early on a weekday morning. I was seen within minutes of arriving to the very modern, well-equipped eye surgeon’s office.

My eye exam went well. My eye health is great.

And guess what? I need a new prescription. Because…my VISION HAS IMPROVED.

As we left our house behind in West Virginia, my eyes poured with tears at all that I was leaving behind. I cried and wailed in agony at the loss. My breathing was interrupted with sobs and those hicuppy spasms you get from crying too much.

This was while driving down a busy interstate in a borrowed car, following my husband in our overloaded 15 passenger van. Our children and 99% of all we owned lumbered down the highway toward our first host home, as we made our way to the Port of Miami to drop off our van.

I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t see through the tears.

I couldn’t see what the Lord was doing.

I didn’t know.

It was more frightening than anything I had ever experienced. And I have seen some frightful things in my life.
The fear gripped me. The sadness choked me. The unknown stood before me; like the gaping mouth of a lion, salivating to devour his prey.

Continually wiping my tear-filled eyes to see the road ahead of me, I was startled by a sudden peace.
God’s peace.

The god of this world offers no peace. The god of this world says to gather all your stuff. Gain what you can. Live for now. Keep it all.

“behold, I am doing a new thing.”

I did not know what that meant. Later that night, after a delicious meal at our host home, and the kids were all tucked in their sleeping areas; I sat at the lovely dining room table and searched the Scriptures.

“Do not call to mind the former things, or ponder things of the past, Behold, I will do something new, Now it will spring forth; Will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, Rivers in the desert.” –Isaiah 43:18-19

Over the last 31 +/- months, the Lord has guided our path. Day by day. Step by step. Providing every need. Indulging us often with things we crave.

When we came to Belize, we were not clear what *all* of our ministry would be. But, we knew one thing for sure. God’s Word would be going forth.

And, by His strength and Provision; it has. And it continues to.

I can’t see what God’s plan is. But, I know it’s good. Because He is good.

“You are good and do good. Teach me Your statutes.” –Psalm119:68

Like that little child, who discovered that gospel tract, among all the distractions of a bustling town; please give me eyes to see…

Lord, give me eyes to see to walk by faith. Even when the whole world shouts at me…”Stop! Don’t pick up that trash.”

“ for we walk by faith, not by sight,” -2 Corinthians 5:7

The Lord’s precious Word has been going forth here in Belize. We are so grateful to be in His service.

By His doing, a new Bible conference has been added in northern Belize! Laborers from Canada and from the United States are coming to come alongside the saints here in Belize; to preach the Word and encourage the saints.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I have plans for today…but they may or may not happen.

What I do know is that I was blind. But now I see. By faith.

Amazing grace!
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see. ~John Newton, 1779

Thank you Lord who calls those out of darkness and into Your marvelous light.

“I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints.” –Ephesians 1:18

To God be the glory.

The Rest of the Story

“Return to your rest, O my soul, for the LORD has dealt bountifully with thee.” -Psalm 116:7

A few months back. I had asked some dear sisters of mine to pray for me about an issue I was having.  Well, if you know me, truth be told, I have many issues…but this particular one was quite vexing.

For a long season, I have not been sleeping well. Which, leads to grumpiness and fatigue and all sorts of other unpleasantries during the course of the mandatory tasks of the day, particularly here in the humid jungle climate of Belize.

But, this tiredness did not just suddenly pounce upon me one day, like a jaguar from the bush. It has been building for many seasons.

Over the last 18 years, I have spent a lot of time being pregnant, or nursing a baby. All my momma friends can attest to the fact that usually mommy does not sleep all through the night. Whenever those pregnancy pains develop in the middle of the night, it can be difficult to get back to sleep. And then, when the baby arrives…mommy’s sleep does not increase. Funny thing about babies, they like to eat; and they like to have clean pants. And they do not care if it is the middle of the night.

I have many of what I would now call fond memories; of being up laaaaate into the night. Looking down at a peacefully nursing infant in my arms. The quiet darkness of the house, the stillness and peace of the special moments of bonding that I got to have with each babe.

Those precious moments came at a cost, though. It cost me a lot of sleep. And rest.

It was hard to sleep even if I was not nursing or changing a diaper, because I would often be listening for the reassuring noises of sweet baby snoring or sighing; or even wiggling in the bassinet as though having a baby dream.

Then day would break, and there were countless tasks to accomplish, on a daily basis. As a homeschooling mom of 6; there was always what seemed like myriads of things that needed my attention.

Oh, yeah; and then there is moving to a Third World country, leaving behind everything and everyone that I ever held dear. Consequently, adjusting mind, body, and soul (and helping each child in the family do the same)

That has all made my body and mind tired.

The Lord has blessed me (us!) with such wonderful brothers and sisters in Christ. I had many praying for me. Thank you!

And I can truly say that I have been sleeping better at night.

I have been sleeping.

But, have I been resting…?

This is the question that I have asked myself over the last few months.

Rest. A four letter word with the depth of the ocean and the simplicity of a child’s plaything. Very easy word to say, but difficult to do.

Many years ago, as a young woman, young also in Christ; I was talking with a  loved one about this and that challenge in my life and how I felt so afraid and despondent about the impending doom of the resolution of the issue.

And, instead of giving me big squishy hugs and slobbering me with kisses, cookies and consolation, this person shocked me with what they said.

“You know *so much* Scripture, why don’t you apply it?”

Well, that statement made in tough love has stuck with me for the 10+ years.

Does anyone you know love you enough to tell you hard things?

Things that are hard to hear, but necessary for growth?

Truths from the Word of God?

I am reminded in this season of my life and ministry of just how vital God’s Word truly, truly is.

There are many here, as elsewhere; who would teach things that are contrary to what God shows us in His Word.

Many who follow false teachings, simply because the believer’s Sword has remained in its sheath.
God’s Word is so bountiful, and the word “rest” is blooming with meanings.

Yet, this little acronym helps me to remember it all…

It is so easy for me, like Peter, to look around at the wind and the waves; and be terrified.

Earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, fires, famines; the list of scary things goes on and on. But, knowing the One who never changes. Who never tires.

And that His Word never changes

What a trustworthy source of rest.

He is the Rest of my story.

He is the Rest of history.

As I type this, it is 3:30 in the morning. I have a feverish boy shivering nearby. His little body being afflicted with one more mysterious illness.

I’ve really had a hard time over the last few weeks, writing this particular post. Because what do I know of resting in the Lord? I certainly don’t do it flawlessly.

But, in the wee hours of darkness this morning with my sick boy, I got a clear picture of what it truly means to Rest.

My sick little boy did not want to lay in misery alone in his bed upstairs.

He wanted comfort.

He wanted relief from his pain. From the heat that was emanating from his small frame.

He wanted (and needed) to rest. So, his desire was to lay in my arms and know that all would be well.

He does not know the cause of his pain. A bacteria or germ running unchecked through his immune system.

He trusts me to help him. Even though he has absolutely no idea what was going on, other than the misery the malady was causing.

That is how I can now see rest. Peacefully, quietly breathing in and out, and trusting my Heavenly Father to know what’s best. Even through my pain; to trust my Father. To rest.

“O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; Nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. Surely, I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me.” – Psalm 131:1-2

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” –Proverbs 3:5-6


Good Grief

Trials, above all other things, have a tendency to distinguish between true religion and false.
-Jonathan Edwards

If you are a child of the 70’s…like me…when you hear those two words together, there is only one thing that come to mind. Charlie Brown! My favorite bald-headed, melancholy, chevron-shirt-wearing, pre-adolescent. (a strange juxtaposition of characteristics, I suppose…looking back…)
Amidst the antics of the other, more vibrant characters of the show, Charlie Brown, in his practical—yet often nay-saying way; would shake his head and say “good grief”.  As if his mere existence amongst all of the frivolity caused great hardship to his soul.

I’m all grown up now. (at least on the outside…heh, heh, heh…)

The hearty amusements of the Snoopy cartoons are now archived vaguely in my overtaxed 43-year-old brain.

But, that phrase has often come to my mind.

A large debt we could not pay.
Good grief.

A child who follows after bad company.
Good grief.

Friends who forsake or wrong us.
Good grief.

Another bad report from the doctor.
Good grief.

Somewhere between Charlie Brown and growing up; the Lord saved me.
Praise His Name!

Over the years walking with the Lord, I have had ups and downs. In spite of what some would say about being a Christian…that you will have peace and happiness and wealth all the rest of your days.

I soon realized that was not the case.

“strengthening the souls of the disciples, encouraging them to continue in the faith, and saying, ’Through many tribulations we must enter he kingdom of God.’ “ -Acts 14:22 

Trials and tribulations. What?

I was not really prepared.

Sometime after the Lord saved me, the Lord began drawing Nate to a life of proclaiming the Gospel. We were made fun of, mocked, and otherwise laughed at…because of Nate’s zeal for serving the Lord by proclaiming the Gospel. That is bad enough, but some of the teasing came from within the Body of Christ.

Well, I guess this is a good place to begin.

Because I realize now, that once you take a step onto that Narrow Way, all sorts of objects are flung at you from the bushes.

It was a new sadness.

A new grief.

Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing, as though some strange thing were happening to you, but to the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing, so that also at the revelation of His glory you may rejoice with exultation.” – 1 Peter 4:12, 13

Do not be surprised.

Yet, I was often surprised at “fiery ordeals…”

Now I can say…it is a “Good” grief.

That does not make any sense.

How can grief be good??????

How can my sadness be of any benefit?

Well, God is pretty clear about trials and troubles.

“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be complete, lacking in nothing.” –James 1:2-3

When we began our preparation for our move to Belize, there was a lot of grief. About what was being left behind. But, the funny thing about what you leave behind, if you turn your face the other way; you will see what is in front of you.

It reminds me of the Mennonites here, with their horses and wagons (often heavily laden with watermelons to take to the market for selling) The wagon-pulling horses are equipped with a harness. Various leather strappings draped in particular order, and then buckled or snapped securely in place; to ensure that the horse goes nowhere without the wagon compliantly following behind.

Along with all of the leather strap ware arranged on each horse; fastened to bridle (head collar) of each equine, is a set of blinkers, or blinders; which serve to keep the horse from looking behind him. Horses tend to get spooked very easily at things coming at them from behind…which would have deadly consequences to the travelers in the wagon.

Just look ahead. In my case, just look up.

“Therefore if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.” –Colossians 3:1-3

I have so often needed to take my lesson from the picture of these wagon-pulling beasts of burden. Keep looking forward. Run my race. Keep the faith.

Don’t pay any attention to what is going on around. As far as earthly distractions, anxieties, worries, uncertainties, etc.

But all these things serve to bring me closer to the Lord.

“It is good for me that I was afflicted, That I might learn Your statutes. The law of Your mouth is better to me than thousands of gold and silver pieces.” –Psalm 119:71-72

My battle is not according to the flesh.

“For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh, for the weapons of our wafare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses.” – 2 Corinthians 10:3,4

The week before Cheyenne’s wedding, we had family arrive. I also had a flu arrive. Only, this was no regular flu. This one came with throbbing aches throughout my body, and a sore throat that left me barely able to eat or swallow for 3 full days.

Oh, and did I mention we had a houseful of loved ones who needed to be fed and cared for?

I have found illness, particularly of a “flu-like” nature; to be very common here in Belize. Almost cyclical. High fever is unpleasant. High fever is fiercely unpleasant in 100+ degree temps, when the humidity is soaring.

Good grief.

As a sapping sickness was draining my strength and hope, I had no choice but to look up.
If I looked around me (at my circumstances…), I would certainly despair.

Like that time recently, when we were dealing with a simultaneously broken washer and dryer.
Or, the most recent time the flood flies came. Oooooh, flood flies. Boy, you could really get an idea of the plagues of Egypt going through a flood fly “invasion”.

These creepy flying critters come out at twilight, at the initial rains of the season. And they are attracted to light. And apparently sound, too. They fly *everywhere*, and I do mean everywhere. And they are no respecter of persons. They fly up your nose, in your ears, and well, anywhere else you could imagine! Thank the Lord, they do not bite.

The only way to get a little relief is turn off all the lights and shut your shutters tight (which makes it miserably hot in the house) and go to bed. Poor Eliana does not like bugs at all, she lay in her bed that night, whimpering herself to sleep.

Or, there was the circumstance a few months ago…when Nate was being slandered and maligned by someone who was claiming all sorts of false things about my husband. Literally spitting out ghastly falsehoods about my man.

We heard it from someone…who had heard it from someone…etc, etc. You know how the “rumor weed” grows…

That *really* tempted me to walk in the flesh. To react with my fists and anger.

Like everybody else, I have trials. I have things to endure, and sadness, and grief. I don’t always see the reason why. It is a soul-nourishing process to study the men and women of Scripture who endured hardships.

I think immediately about Job. A righteous man. Who lost everything but his life.  And yet…his words were…

“…Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I shall return there. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD.” – Job 1:21

And then, soon after, he says to his wife…

Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?” – Job 2:10b

But, what I know is He is good. And what He does is good.
Because He says so.

“You are good and do good; teach me Your statutes.” –Psalm 119:68

I have so often wanted a hug from my mom. She went home to be with the LORD back in 2013. I miss her so terribly. Before her health started to seriously deteriorate; she and I would chat on the phone for hours…just really about nothing. You know, mother/daughter stuff…

I would moan and whine about my troubles (whatever they happened to be that day…spilled juice, one too many blowout diapers, a migraine headache, a spat with a friend, etc.). She would always point me back to one solid truth.

God is still on the throne.

That makes me overflow with worship.

I hope it does for you too.

“There is none like You, O LORD; You are great, and great is Your name in might.” – Jeremiah 10:6

In His Service-

Sing A New Song

On May 28, 2015, we were having a hectic day.

Navigating Miami TSA with 6 children, 3 sippy cups (some of which had liquid in them…yet were miraculously approved by security!), schlepping a forgotten number of overloaded suitcases, carry-ons, diaper bags, toys and other frivolous items such as snacks for hungry children and precious stuffed animal “lovies”. Moving our family to a Third World country…not knowing what to expect even in the next moment.

All of what remained of our worldly possessions.

With the exception of what we stuffed into our “180 bus” (2001 15 passenger Dodge van) that got shipped from the Port of Fort Lauderdale, and was hulking its way through the Atlantic on board a freighter bound for Belize.

It was a day for grieving. What once was. What would never be again. I wondered how Abram felt when God called him out of the land of Ur to a place that He would reveal. Was he unsure? Was he afraid?

It was a day for celebrating. The Lord had called us to this. He had provided for *everything*! Our house in WV; which was our home and place of bliss and comfort for almost 15 years…sold in less than 4 hours! With no realtor!

But, that day at the airport was both a beginning and an ending.

Contractually, we had to move out of our house on May 15, 2015.

I tear up every time I think about driving down the driveway that last time. In a borrowed car. We had sold ours.

Tears which I have not cried before or since. Heavy sobbing. Suffocating tears. So much that I struggled to see the road. The pouring rain and my mourning made driving less than simple.

As I followed Nate, who was driving the overloaded 180 bus (at that point filled with 99.9 % of our worldly possessions; AND our family…), down Interstate 81 south to our first host home, eventually my tears subsided. Then I could pray.

The truth of Romans 8 was hitting me. I did not even know how to pray. I was so beyond being able to formulate cohesive thoughts. I was depending on the Spirit to intercede for me. It was just really a “listening” session for me.

I listened. For words of comfort. For maybe the Lord to change His mind. Maybe I would wake up at this point and be in my comfy bed in my comfy house with the freshly painted walls and newly remodeled bathrooms…and this would all be a dream.

What I did hear was this…”I am doing a new thing”. Though it was not an audible voice, it came to my ears with complete clarity.

A new thing.

The statement jolted me out of my despair, enough to stay my tears.

Even though I did not know what that meant exactly…

After the children were bedded down that night in our host home, I got my Bible out and searched. A new thing…what could that mean…?

Do not call to mind the former things, Or ponder things of the past.
Behold, I will do something new, Now it will spring forth; Will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, Rivers in the desert.
~Isaiah 43:18-19

That is where I landed.

I shuddered with fearful excitement as I realized. He is doing a “new thing” with us. Through us. In us.

us. Not just us.

The new thing is the Gospel. The Good News of salvation through Jesus Christ.

If you’re keeping track, we left our home in WV on May 15th. We flew out of Miami on the 28th.

Why the difference?

Our van had to ship from Fort Lauderdale. We were in WV. As always, God worked this out too. He provided host homes for us to stay along the way. Some we had met before, some not. They provided us food, shelter, and much needed love as we were each sorting through our own emotions as we made our way south.

We gave our borrowed car back to its owner, and I joined Nate as co-pilot for what would be a memorable ride.

Our “180 bus” parked in the driveway of loved ones in SC.

The freight company shipping the van told Nate to have the van at the Port on “x” day.  Nate arrived at the Port on that day, to find an empty facility. He drove around, lost in the labyrinth of side roads looking for the shipping company. He wasn’t alone for long, though.

Two armed officers pulled him over and asked why he was there on the holiday…with a 15 passenger van full of boxes….

Long story short, which thankfully did not end up with Nate in the slammer…the guy at the freight company had given Nate the wrong date.

When the Lord saved me (15 +/- years ago…), He put a song in my mouth.

I mean literally. I was picking up my mom from a Bible study at her church. As I dutifully drove there to pick her up…I asked God (who I had been mocking and railing against previously….), “Who are you?? That all of these people, would spend their time reading a musty old book? Would get together all sorts of days of the week…when they could be doing other things…?”

In those moments, as I drove to my mother’s church, I saw who God was. Is.

He showed me His glory. Not in a literal, zap-me-off-the-road-with-a-lightning-bolt way. But, in a realization of Who He is.

For thus says the high and exalted One Who lives forever, whose name is Holy, ‘I dwell on a high and holy place, And also with the contrite and lowly of spirit, In order to revive the spirit of the lowly And to revive the heart of the contrite.
-Isaiah 57:15

I saw my sinful state before this God who I had completely enjoyed mocking. And yet denying…

As I sat in the parking lot, I saw the truth of what my mom and others had been telling me for years. I was without hope in the world.

I knew then I wanted to spend my life serving the Lord. I asked Him what to do. (I know this might sound crazy….) He told me to sing. I sang. Amazing Grace. Which I did not know the words to…but they came out anyway.

When my mom came out to the van, she opened the door and I started bubbling over with excitement.

“I just talked to God!” “I know I have sinned against Him. I think I’m saved now!”

“Oh, and He told me to sing.”

Another shock. Because, singer I never was! My grandma was a singer. She had a beautiful voice. But, I never once aspired to that. Not even on my radar.

My mom did not believe her ears. So, I sang for her. She stared at me for several long seconds, as this voice which I did not know existed, poured out of my lips.

Long story…but ever since that day, the Lord has opened doors on various worship teams, and other venues of singing, here and in the States. All opened by Him.

So, when I say that He saved me and put a song in my mouth, I really truly mean just that!

He did a “new thing” in me. And, He made me NEW!

There have been seasons, though…even here….where I have “lost my song”.

By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down and wept, When we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst of it We hung our harps. For there our captors demanded of us songs, And our tormentors mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” How can we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land? -Psalm 137:1-4

Times where my grief and fear and anxiety and loneliness and impatience and discontentment were almost suffocatingly unbearable.

It has been 2 years here.

Two long years since I have hugged my dad. Two years of missing our home church family. Two years of old friends stopping by for coffee and muffins. Two years of adjusting to life in a Third World country, and rainforest/jungle climate. Power outages, water outages, scorpions emerging from banana bunches, on my *kitchen table!*, no less. Frogs in my dryer lint trap. Unexplained abscesses which grow flaming red with infection. Local markets which run short of needed items…then you just need to wait until when and if it comes back to stock. Rashes, bug bites, having fingernails removed with no anesthesia. Things are different here.

Two years of encouraging emails received at *exactly the right times!* from brothers and sisters in the States. Two years of knowing that we are being lifted in prayer. Two years of seeing the Lord’s provision. Letters received from loved ones across the seas.

Two years of new friends. Two years of learning new ways. Adding to the old. New foods, new spices.

New mercies. Every morning.

New memories. Just the other day I briefly joined the children at the bus stop(for a fidget check…we have *no tolerance* for goofing off near this often deadly road, where logging trucks, express busses and any other imaginable vehicle come blazing by..).

I could hear a voice shouting in the distance. I wondered who was yelling at us. Then I heard the familiar “clippity-clop”s of our Mennonite friends coming to the town with a wagon heavy laden with watermelons, to sell in the market. The horses had a brisk pace, breathing in the crisp morning air; much more so than they would on the return trip in the afternoon heat.

These kinds of things I hope that our children treasure in their memories. What is was like to grow up in Belize….

Having fresh pineapples, mangoes, mali apples and watermelons when they get home from a hot day at school.

Mali apples are a favorite springtime fruit.

Eliana graduated from preschool at Toledo Christian Academy. Preschool graduations are a big deal here. They really want the children to love learning and be encouraged to continue.

Eliana far left, dress with blue flowers.

The principal prayed for all of us.

Eliana with her teacher, Miss Tiana; and her class.

Each child did a special presentation of what they had learned. Eliana and her friend Marcus did some reading.

Cheyenne and Eliana share a little “post-graduate” snack! (chips and cheese….AKA nachos and cheese)

Afterwards, we were invited by some dear friends to come and celebrate with them (their daughter was in Eliana’s class).

Our friends went all out to decorate their beautiful home for the graduation celebration!

(someone wanted some of Josiah’s dinner…! DEEEEEELISH BBQ chicken, rice & beans, and tortillas…made by our sweet family in Christ. Josiah was willing to fight off the ducks to defend his yummy food!)

Seeing howler monkeys and green parrots in the trees behind our house. Everyday sights here.

see-saw’ ing by the Caribbean Sea…..

Their dad, faithful preacher of the Word of God…standing fiercely against the onslaught of the enemy.

Our beautiful daughter, Cheyenne…getting married NEXT WEEK (June 17th!) to Alexander! Then moving off to Canada.

We are thankful to the Lord for bringing them together.

I have sung many different songs in my walk with the Lord. Not just actual music songs, but praise and thanksgiving to my Lord and Savior for Who He Is and What He does!

Yes, I have lost my song sometimes. I have sung silently sometimes. Then there are those times when my song just explodes out of my very being.

A “new thing” and a “new song”.  Both bring my heart to leap for joy!

(Psalm 145:3)

The Gospel is going forth. We are grateful to the Lord! We are thankful for YOU!