tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149086402529888032024-03-05T20:02:24.081+02:00the fishing shack............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-57808967472884069962010-09-02T21:58:00.008+02:002010-09-02T23:02:17.039+02:00Glorious Graduation!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnsaRvmt8TE5nYk6NJMzFY7R_OpU2EWjv5hnm7flfwNboucHICH6lTXPPsyfhaDMDcjVCFL-CoiV09zJLx_5IC8hJWdYPDKHEp1q8QXX-AbbRIQaf6ktLnXI5zDv4wS0wdjObjX0ldf0/s1600/123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512421751963291954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnsaRvmt8TE5nYk6NJMzFY7R_OpU2EWjv5hnm7flfwNboucHICH6lTXPPsyfhaDMDcjVCFL-CoiV09zJLx_5IC8hJWdYPDKHEp1q8QXX-AbbRIQaf6ktLnXI5zDv4wS0wdjObjX0ldf0/s320/123.JPG" /></a> Chris "hooding" Frans, the student who graduated top of their class...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEf9PvOC9rZIscLCq2X-WxCW8Id5DMPs5X09qh8jz0XOoV3nLP-Tnj1W700vla2QxLbtD1IdvQbtmWkS8E3RFlbRpwwGMJkNjumul__1U-a4ZKqLqiFsPkBZgzjTSHiLoGbwBNJTRS2IA/s1600/110.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512421747842909826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEf9PvOC9rZIscLCq2X-WxCW8Id5DMPs5X09qh8jz0XOoV3nLP-Tnj1W700vla2QxLbtD1IdvQbtmWkS8E3RFlbRpwwGMJkNjumul__1U-a4ZKqLqiFsPkBZgzjTSHiLoGbwBNJTRS2IA/s320/110.JPG" /></a> Some of our current students singing...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFHsoas_OONK6kpUmkJmUwsnpf_Q8hlsmaWquX2A-cGmL_PZkNvojpBMb0qMTBYxruZKwNhyphenhyphenB_78SVJYNJW6e28Sqn7dPmMK5pvQt58i1w3JX7gJY9x5Tu50vMO5d8KYAMzzxzkzQGLY/s1600/099.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512421739888363298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFHsoas_OONK6kpUmkJmUwsnpf_Q8hlsmaWquX2A-cGmL_PZkNvojpBMb0qMTBYxruZKwNhyphenhyphenB_78SVJYNJW6e28Sqn7dPmMK5pvQt58i1w3JX7gJY9x5Tu50vMO5d8KYAMzzxzkzQGLY/s320/099.JPG" /></a> Chris speaking to the graduates and telling them how proud he is of them!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQppnPLFG03-LKXzCHb5ycbC0JfCjBPZSwjtrUoKvE2ZNQFT19TxI4Scbh2UFLOkJDa-xoxj5LI34B6ainaLECB5HquoOLhWbaWCgMmcDAPH5g_jnC6cMh8cqT1mr-gf7Sk9rLqVie22E/s1600/092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512421729065507138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQppnPLFG03-LKXzCHb5ycbC0JfCjBPZSwjtrUoKvE2ZNQFT19TxI4Scbh2UFLOkJDa-xoxj5LI34B6ainaLECB5HquoOLhWbaWCgMmcDAPH5g_jnC6cMh8cqT1mr-gf7Sk9rLqVie22E/s320/092.JPG" /></a> Principal Chris leading the processional into the sanctuary. He is so official here!<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9lBvkwdnhgJ5yuJFjIoMrlfQtxdvgzm9HjDgJ76nEEpCtagpjB1pwtPem4KN9NbLoxQ5UKYEWdiJlaYo-r9ya6I9Xa0MkXSh94pZkDeZyO_1jPAgQFKc5rksstqylBltVyDuubq_hMc/s1600/079.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512421720115489474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9lBvkwdnhgJ5yuJFjIoMrlfQtxdvgzm9HjDgJ76nEEpCtagpjB1pwtPem4KN9NbLoxQ5UKYEWdiJlaYo-r9ya6I9Xa0MkXSh94pZkDeZyO_1jPAgQFKc5rksstqylBltVyDuubq_hMc/s320/079.JPG" /></a> Graduates posing before the ceremony began in front of one of the classrooms.<br /><br /><br /><div>What a day of CELEBRATION!!! This was the very first graduation at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">GST</span> NW where the students received an official Global University diploma...this was a monumental event. It is difficult to describe the amount of joy that was experienced; I think it was equal to the difficulties that were experienced by the guys that finally finished. </div><br /><br /><div>When Chris arrived at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">GST</span> NW as the Registrar, he quickly uncovered a mountain of paperwork that revealed many problems. He realized that much of the work that the students that were currently there and that had attended in the recent past had done, was not done properly or at least was not recorded. So, he did his best to remedy the situation with the help of several GU missionaries. The school had experienced some extreme financial difficulties (like they had NONE) and so many parts of the school began to deteriorate. The school suffered physically and academically as a result of these financial hardships. Therefore, the students were the ones to suffer the consequences. They told us that they spent hours...6 to 8 at a time fasting and praying and crying out to the Lord for some sort of relief. They often went without food, electricity, and even water. The school became a target for robbery since there were no lights on campus and at one point the chairs, dishes, and stoves were stolen from the kitchen. The students went out and found these things and brought them back from the enemies' camp! When Chris told these committed guys that although they would have to do some extra work to remedy the academic issues, they would be able to finish, they began to cry and rejoice all at the same time. They told him, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maruti</span> (pastor), we had no hope, and now you have come and brought hope to us". These guys were dedicated; they stayed faithful through the most difficult of circumstances and were humble and had great attitudes. When I had the opportunity to stand on the stage and watch the different national church officials hand out their diplomas and Chris put their hood on their shoulders as they knelt before him, I sobbed. I was so proud to have been a part of their Bible School experience. Something that was hopeless and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">satan</span> tried to keep them from, ended in the most positive and powerful way. What could have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">disaester</span>, became glorious...that is exactly what God does! He is so good! We didn't deserve to be a part of the solution, but we were more than honoured to have been. It only takes one day like this to motivate us to live through ANY struggle and fight hard for what we know God has called us to do. I will share a few of the graduates' testimonies sometime in the future so you can hear first hand what God is doing in their lives as they are now out serving him in full-time ministry all over South Africa and one student is in Zambia. Thank you to those of you who support us both in prayer and finances to be a part of this amazing school! No place we would rather be...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-64479617416195665252010-08-14T16:49:00.005+02:002010-08-14T18:18:00.905+02:00Picnic on the Mountain<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrijaQ1kKsJU_ekSfavPfur4iFNgD0XMOPPIHqHL8dPpoiHJ6AJzmoS7PsUsxxmrZE4CmnRNfQNjCkEJf_JxnY1N4XMe7kb8EliPjD7tPou8y4E3MKDKqc4mEt9hF6QSKriDV3P4qBydM/s1600/076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279654769052978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrijaQ1kKsJU_ekSfavPfur4iFNgD0XMOPPIHqHL8dPpoiHJ6AJzmoS7PsUsxxmrZE4CmnRNfQNjCkEJf_JxnY1N4XMe7kb8EliPjD7tPou8y4E3MKDKqc4mEt9hF6QSKriDV3P4qBydM/s200/076.JPG" /></a> Some of our friends that the </div><div align="center">Lord has blessed us with who </div><div align="center">went on a hike this beautiful</div><div align="center">spring day with us up a mountain.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlCMLL4juUL5_iYnCmhf3SzrqTvcLXJpTvHaK3ZoPf3pW9letgfuu3EtKHUq-mgAZmw61U25s0C5-OAvNWdiLtt6-hvWaE5alwzm5V3jcHyuIyPOIHWvkQnEKOj9IPLQeWCextKmc9Wg/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279638311127442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlCMLL4juUL5_iYnCmhf3SzrqTvcLXJpTvHaK3ZoPf3pW9letgfuu3EtKHUq-mgAZmw61U25s0C5-OAvNWdiLtt6-hvWaE5alwzm5V3jcHyuIyPOIHWvkQnEKOj9IPLQeWCextKmc9Wg/s200/082.JPG" /></a>Ian and Benj on the </div><div align="center">Big climb!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2_NdJicnGYxRmSxmgzGqVi0TrBbKKUrW7XNLpZibQbW80WEIgAo-5VMieUPcujDbcLj8dInQXTKixsOnrTWib6cXl1m6B-hwf2EmDyfRd2fSz5BLnliUoSgXcVqTNCchNDdIt0AHPY0/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279635252630658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2_NdJicnGYxRmSxmgzGqVi0TrBbKKUrW7XNLpZibQbW80WEIgAo-5VMieUPcujDbcLj8dInQXTKixsOnrTWib6cXl1m6B-hwf2EmDyfRd2fSz5BLnliUoSgXcVqTNCchNDdIt0AHPY0/s200/073.JPG" /></a>My cute babies...<br />who aren't babies anymore.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgho0JIUwqC7JZUNiiKqyz79fsrAKvduOXVDNyNe6pOnXlIpYSW9YfdJIOQmQ2YqsgNzW8aoSP4Yonum5M0Pi30sYufAYPY49WNi7dgMSIK_McCVdLpfXAmWLUnbn-7vA1FpV_ePGOrHw/s1600/070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279626697740146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgho0JIUwqC7JZUNiiKqyz79fsrAKvduOXVDNyNe6pOnXlIpYSW9YfdJIOQmQ2YqsgNzW8aoSP4Yonum5M0Pi30sYufAYPY49WNi7dgMSIK_McCVdLpfXAmWLUnbn-7vA1FpV_ePGOrHw/s200/070.JPG" /></a><br />Getting into some more<br />serious climbing. There<br />wasn't a path so we just<br />forged our way...FUN!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNfUisGK1KbKfx131NkBo_ACEg1LIaWSs257Nst3MxRskDFEBoyjkccvOcnZqrTpt2ASnZegBEOqMVl_-AkcgG7VodPJU62KKxDa3HXmWdUPogbIaylKwlMwp0sPNL4wkF0dfAYVi9-c/s1600/063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505279618571999378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNfUisGK1KbKfx131NkBo_ACEg1LIaWSs257Nst3MxRskDFEBoyjkccvOcnZqrTpt2ASnZegBEOqMVl_-AkcgG7VodPJU62KKxDa3HXmWdUPogbIaylKwlMwp0sPNL4wkF0dfAYVi9-c/s200/063.JPG" /></a>All the kids ready for the</div><div>second half of the climb after</div><div>we finished lunch part way </div><div>up the mountain. A fun day</div><div>of climbing w/ the moms and</div><div>kids while the daddies were working.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /></div>............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-69320634848086183582010-08-14T16:14:00.005+02:002010-08-14T16:42:05.685+02:00Pictures from Weekend to be Remembered...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-wo1EwQil0rQKbEpQ5fHk58nmE-Q5iWDXVMmpktGkcn-wblq-gbEYwavTHAx7FsKusF7rJNi47JO5hBTQbj2WTuNCdj1RRCUm80Je2T_1scL_iEIPLxist_9gnR_qK8tuSxY_GPrwRM/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505271943850418482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-wo1EwQil0rQKbEpQ5fHk58nmE-Q5iWDXVMmpktGkcn-wblq-gbEYwavTHAx7FsKusF7rJNi47JO5hBTQbj2WTuNCdj1RRCUm80Je2T_1scL_iEIPLxist_9gnR_qK8tuSxY_GPrwRM/s320/010.JPG" /></a>The complex where we stayed...there</div><div align="center">were many small townhouse style places</div><div align="center">in a row that formed a campus. We had</div><div align="center">a LONG walk to the the meeting area.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM53CDUoV-WnmPqfUYfH0wpHXAWSbo-jFBCWrh3is2VQyiIgzr6Ih9BQdHgr5CLK0CbDazRsIoNy2FvPQQGIJDKvzVpwnlR08wgSylXtrqOcdKPl6hh-MNJqLTCtjuE-G3Skq5ATR2Dw8/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505271935676453922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM53CDUoV-WnmPqfUYfH0wpHXAWSbo-jFBCWrh3is2VQyiIgzr6Ih9BQdHgr5CLK0CbDazRsIoNy2FvPQQGIJDKvzVpwnlR08wgSylXtrqOcdKPl6hh-MNJqLTCtjuE-G3Skq5ATR2Dw8/s320/037.JPG" /></a>My closest South African friend and my<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">roomie</span> for the weekend, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jabu</span>. Her husband<br />is a lecturer at the Bible School. They have lived<br />on campus and served the school for 40 years!<br />This was the traditional banquet and service.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdu0ck2Kgl3JJwU5ZCVo_9hCsvsVnPA_p58PKoyvOAqGXm0izCyEy1T2wF63o4FW33mwDZU8CdYAgOZOqP9lRWphphRYNnajuAmTGld69R_zH7JWeViBOa8eVbOyZaElNZDfwiY97ZA7Q/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505271927949320066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdu0ck2Kgl3JJwU5ZCVo_9hCsvsVnPA_p58PKoyvOAqGXm0izCyEy1T2wF63o4FW33mwDZU8CdYAgOZOqP9lRWphphRYNnajuAmTGld69R_zH7JWeViBOa8eVbOyZaElNZDfwiY97ZA7Q/s320/023.JPG" /></a> The beautiful beach that we visited for about<br />30 minutes...we could see it in the distance<br />from where we stayed as well.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCNoFdFsI44_NXjweknjAEsuBaH-viKkdt_EDAr4T8ZRlJQPbifL9XLQ-LH3Uar6kdfgUmbu945E9Ya6iuoE0SAPxvZCb3Ka10U_eH_XBLwh4mixklzgvbRNyGchPIxo205ga-IQd7k0/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505271924531464930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCNoFdFsI44_NXjweknjAEsuBaH-viKkdt_EDAr4T8ZRlJQPbifL9XLQ-LH3Uar6kdfgUmbu945E9Ya6iuoE0SAPxvZCb3Ka10U_eH_XBLwh4mixklzgvbRNyGchPIxo205ga-IQd7k0/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br />The infamous bus where I spent<br />36 hours last weekend and the<br />awesome ladies I rode with...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw6egc3d7xNKQnTwLnlcKwRDUdXZK0THtEUu8K1E9-ugFaRKlUAY9jCpuPkhgS3nWr0Xf1DF8VnJyfGjEXOrjKKM2bHvnp6UukssC-mfi_GJm2Pygge2Avd1uh5IXNaVlKWYFNAP7QTA/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505270091323811090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw6egc3d7xNKQnTwLnlcKwRDUdXZK0THtEUu8K1E9-ugFaRKlUAY9jCpuPkhgS3nWr0Xf1DF8VnJyfGjEXOrjKKM2bHvnp6UukssC-mfi_GJm2Pygge2Avd1uh5IXNaVlKWYFNAP7QTA/s320/002.JPG" /></a>A couple ladies enjoying their<br />"snacks" on the bus which consisted<br />of chicken, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">mealie</span> pap, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">spinach</span>, and<br />a homemade bread called dumpling.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"></div></div>............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-63200395447709418112010-08-14T15:22:00.005+02:002010-08-14T16:03:04.315+02:00A Weekend to be Remembered...Last weekend I went to the national Women's Ministry conference. It is held every year the first weekend in August, which is the beginning of "Women's Month" in South Africa. This was the second time that I attended this event and both times I was the only white woman there. It was held in Port Elizabeth, which is a port city along the southern coast of the country. I chose to ride a bus that several of the churches in the Northwest province came together and hired for transport to PE because it was cheaper than flying and I knew that I would have the opportunity to spend a lot of time with these precious ladies. Also, it means a lot to the nationals for me to just "live like they do", so I went with them and "did it their way" for the weekend. The trip was extremely LONG...it took 17.5 hours to get there, but much of the trip was through the night. We sang, talked, laughed, ate (the Africans are serious, they pack chicken and rice or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">mealie</span> pap, and homemade bread instead of just snacks!), a little bit of sleeping, and even praying. It was quite the adventure. There are so many stories that I could share from a long weekend like this. But, I just want to share a few highlights or impressions. First, the African ladies are "hardcore"! They kept a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grueling</span> schedule...I had to push <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">myself</span> to keep up. We had basically been up all night and travelled until late in the afternoon. The first meeting on the agenda was a prayer meeting from 6 pm- midnight to kick off the weekend! I almost passed out when I read the program...SIX hours??? When I was that tired??? But, I freshened up and put my skirt on and off I went. I thought, I will just put my head down when I pray if I am tired. Well, there was no such thing...there was singing and dancing and worshipping the Lord for the first few hours with periods of prayer in between. Then intense warfare prayer for the rest of the time. The woman who was leading the prayer said, "We must bathe this weekend in prayer if we want anything to be accomplished that is lasting in our lives". I thought, "Wow! How powerful". Needless to say, I was tired, but I enjoyed an incredible time of prayer. These women know how to pray!! The second thing that really made an impression was that the women are so abandoned and sold out to their Lord in worship. It doesn't matter who is leading worship, or what song is being sung, and not even how tired they are; when the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">worship</span> begins, they are worshipping Him with their whole bodies. The little old ladies who struggled to stand and walk were still doing whatever they could to wiggle their little bodies, even if they were sitting, and dancing in response to their love for the Lord. It challenged me and motivated me to offer myself as a sacrifice to the Lord in worship...even after 4 hours! They never tired or praising their Savior. The weekend was SO tiring, but it was worth every moment. I so enjoyed getting to know these women better and meeting new ladies as well. There were times when my American self reared its ugly head and got frustrated that we stood in line for 3 hours to get served our lunch; but, overall it was a time that I will look back on and thank the Lord for the opportunity to be spilled out and spent for Him. What a privilege it is to serve Him and be touched by Him. I was motivated more than ever to learn their language...it was so frustrating to have talking and laughing erupting all around me and have no clue what was going on! Pray that I can learn this language and QUICKLY!............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-54479201846476099322010-08-04T17:20:00.006+02:002010-08-04T17:41:50.182+02:00Grayce's Choral Performance<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTfTfzcs-_rk4AZ2q0QrpoPvB_hPeeSFePep85Kbb7FwhZ1bUwTW6jeYGGYU8sTDcgmNNl3Rmk6XAn5wbrCPb8WgxL-Wb79AUCgYYEP8PJewvAbkbjAsYkgtL5cHFMz2Jzf4n3g4fVLs/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501579076367246258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTfTfzcs-_rk4AZ2q0QrpoPvB_hPeeSFePep85Kbb7FwhZ1bUwTW6jeYGGYU8sTDcgmNNl3Rmk6XAn5wbrCPb8WgxL-Wb79AUCgYYEP8PJewvAbkbjAsYkgtL5cHFMz2Jzf4n3g4fVLs/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4n3Zko9Doki9rZy7dnIkiYegHUiLq1lcaYhlhFULVW6zLacmu7le_RGsBopg69q3h-yJmsONIJ_q6USUJlmWUCiBzR0R4O4oZ9z44Xkc5PqEBHi1exFdYwOFbwp-xRm0eODxxQcaf8c/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501579064958439794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4n3Zko9Doki9rZy7dnIkiYegHUiLq1lcaYhlhFULVW6zLacmu7le_RGsBopg69q3h-yJmsONIJ_q6USUJlmWUCiBzR0R4O4oZ9z44Xkc5PqEBHi1exFdYwOFbwp-xRm0eODxxQcaf8c/s320/006.JPG" /></a>Grayce singing her little heart out!<br />We are so proud of how well our<br />kids have acclaimated to their new<br />home and school. They really<br />love it here, praise the Lord!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hOtKJ0KELzlt1I8fMkN5T1iokr6kETko1-R79uILK6SyKThXkmF3lPKGCrfRRodh1nMPdnaP8-vtbKuosor5UkojxkYxaL8DBHoTynygRomx_u9182sSGz4yton7WAuscHD-DCkTmy4/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501577418713116930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hOtKJ0KELzlt1I8fMkN5T1iokr6kETko1-R79uILK6SyKThXkmF3lPKGCrfRRodh1nMPdnaP8-vtbKuosor5UkojxkYxaL8DBHoTynygRomx_u9182sSGz4yton7WAuscHD-DCkTmy4/s320/003.JPG" /></a> Grayce performed with her school choir</div><div align="center">at our mall on Saturday to represent </div><div align="center">Selly Park in an Education Expo;<br />she did awesome!!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div>............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-45184368445197563522010-08-04T16:37:00.003+02:002010-08-04T17:12:39.098+02:00God Knows it AllGod knows where we are and exactly what our needs are, even more than we understand our own needs. For that alone, He is worthy of our praise! A couple of weeks ago, I had an incredible encounter with God that I feel compelled to share. It was one of those worship services where I was paralyzed by God's presence; God isolated me from my surroundings so that it was just me and Him. It was an intimate experience and it felt like time stood still. I couldn't feel my children all around me and I didn't care that mascara filled tears ran down my face because I was being touched by my living and mighty God. I was so moved that I wasn't able to sing with my mouth, but my heart was rejoicing and worshipping.<br />There is nothing more precious than a "God moment" like this. Often when the Holy Spirit touches me in that way, it is because He is preparing me to do something for Him. So, I asked Him what He wanted me to do or say and I was ready to obey. But, the word He spoke was that He was simply pouring out His love on me. Wow! What a God we serve...He allowed me this experience because He loves me and wanted to show me it in a special way that morning. I tend to be a "doer"; so I aways look for what God is wanting me to DO. But, today, I was able to drink in His spirit and allow Him to love on me, just because. All He wanted was for me to love Him in reply.<br />I realized that I often am so busy doing that I fail to just enjoy and love my Jesus. I was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">overwhelmed</span> and thankful that God knew what I needed and then met that need without me ever asking Him. My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">family</span> had been gathered together in my favorite vacation place, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sebago</span> Lake, Maine. I fought the temptation to give in to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sadness</span> and the Lord helped me to have a great week. But, that morning, God filled me up with an abundance so that I felt renewed; He took away any loneliness that I may have been feeling. There is no need that God will not supply...no matter where you are or what you are feeling, God sees you and is ready to aid you. I love serving Jesus.............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-756519187249068562010-07-22T21:35:00.005+02:002010-07-22T22:24:32.025+02:00Sad SaturdayLast Saturday I attended the funeral for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maserame</span>, a 14 year old girl that died the previous Saturday after a car hit and killed her and left her on the side of the road to be found much later. I met <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maserame</span> at Agnes' house through her feeding program. She lived several <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">km's</span> from Agnes' tucked back in the bush. There used to be several very large farms that were owned and run by the Afrikaans. Now that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Apartheid</span> has fallen, the black <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">SA's</span> have moved onto this vacated land and have established little shack "compound" looking areas that sometimes several families occupy. It is desperately poor as most of the people don't have jobs and their daily goal is simply survival. This is the area that Agnes' heart bleeds for and the place that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maserame</span> unfortunately had to call home. She was unfairly plucked from life prematurely, but I wonder if it wasn't God's mercy to remove her from the very difficult life that she was living. It wasn't just the poverty that she has escaped, but the daily abuse.<br />The funeral was slated to begin at 7 am on a very cold (upper 30's) morning. I was amazed at the contrast of the beauty of the sunrise as it peaked up from behind the mountains to the living conditions of this family. The funeral began late as we waited for all the children from the school to arrive on the bus that the school hired. It was very unorganized; in fact Chelsea and I set up the chairs in the tent where the service took place and prepared the "room". I offered to take pictures because they usually hire a photographer at funerals as we would a wedding (I know a bit weird) and the family did not have the means to do that. One of the teachers was considerate enough to sit between Chelsea and me to interpret throughout the whole service. The service was similar to what we would have in America with family and friends sharing words, the reading of the obituary, singing (random people will just lead out in song at appropriate times, this is not arranged ahead of time...also the children from the school sang a few songs), a message from the pastor, and closing comments. The one thing that is interesting that they do differently is that they read all the cards and messages that were sent to the family with all the flowers, etc. I was impressed with the number of remembrances that were there considering most of the people have so little that it would be a great <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sacrifice</span> to buy something like that. This service lasted a couple hours and then we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">proceeded</span> to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Cemetery</span> for the burial. Most of the people that attended the funeral didn't have a car, so everyone piled in to the few vehicles available as well as the bus with the kids. We passed the spot on the road where <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maserame</span> lost her life on the way to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cemetery</span> and then we wound through very rough dirt roads until we located the little tent they had set up in the middle of the field. This was what I would describe as the "potter's field"...there were not any head stones, just piles of dirt with a little homemade sign to mark the grave. Many people gathered here for this service...several more than had been at the house earlier. The pastor shared a few words of encouragement and then they lowered the casket into the ground and proceeded to have the family members throw some dirt on it. Then, as part of SA culture, the men took turns shoveling dirt until they literally buried the casket while we all sang song after song. (took about 30 minutes) Many of the family members wailed and were extremely emotional during this time which was difficult to witness. Finally, they ended with a few more words and a prayer of committal. We went back to the house where a meal was prepared to serve to all of the 100's of people. It is expected of the family to provide a dinner for everyone which is an incredible burden on the family trying to mourn. This family could not serve a meal because they had no money. So, Agnes went to the school and spoke with the principal and arranged for a meal to be prepared and served between their joint efforts. This family would not have to be shamed as a result. Seriously, she is the perfect example of a sacrificial servant. Everyone lined up and got their food and sat all over outside eating and talking while they soaked up the warmth of the sun. At this point, Chelsea became very sick to her stomach and so we had to leave. I took some ladies home on the way by and we left. I have to say that it was very difficult for me to go home (6 hours later) and enjoy sitting in the comfort of my home after spending time with that family that is in the most desperate of circumstances. I have to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">trust</span> the Lord and just be obedient when He says to give...I know I can't make it all better, but if I can just do something to make even a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">minuscule</span> dent, I can find a small sense of comfort in that. Please pray for this family and for this area that God would turn the difficulties into victories! This is a glimpse into what I get the privilege of doing...not always easy, but very important in sharing life with the people that we desperately love. I have included a slide show above with some of the pictures of this day.............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-67402945224235063362010-07-20T21:02:00.016+02:002010-07-22T21:32:41.791+02:00Christmas in July Party!<div align="left">Last Friday night we had a Christmas in July party as it is so cold here that it feels like it should be Christmas. We had all of the missionaries in the area over for a delicious traditional Christmas meal. It was very festive; Chelsea (our intern) and myself with the help of the kids decorated our tree and put out a few other decors. We almost had as much fun preparing for the party as we did at the actual party. The fellowship was refreshing and the "white elephant" gift exchange was the highlight of the night; we laughed SOO hard! I am so thankful for the friends that the Lord has provided for us since we had to leave precious friends and family behind.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Enjoying our "Christmas "dinner</div><br /><div align="left">with great friends...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496080323530216114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfYLMI-9hD7BGozWYci_mngiPUz-ahXAYmlD1j-rxqaut6TsO1fBa-8N2Axr_ifmmdq3GCxFgMOv-U-VUY2M5W6n8YSOP2xyXmqQiChOclJjx2QjCSRIB3t2zq_huHEp2dva7p1-X75w/s320/011.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Christmas in July party!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48Wz4sonNo3Q01jNeGotCZBMKzKJcTYPaX7Tk-zKqP5jAR00QT_ntd7cItoxoDQQqVMnYUzNBzrqP6nS0nOsuCcnd0H5heKbLW04sSMJLxRNqgEIi_x30I7p0jT2EwUSJP8R9O8NrhDs/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496071195866915666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48Wz4sonNo3Q01jNeGotCZBMKzKJcTYPaX7Tk-zKqP5jAR00QT_ntd7cItoxoDQQqVMnYUzNBzrqP6nS0nOsuCcnd0H5heKbLW04sSMJLxRNqgEIi_x30I7p0jT2EwUSJP8R9O8NrhDs/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714908640252988803.post-76885835834449308402010-07-14T20:34:00.000+02:002010-07-17T19:46:09.880+02:00Winter Break in ReviewThere are so many things to write about, I don't know where to begin. But, since I can't really ever get caught up on all of the amazing experiences that we have had since we have been here, I will start this journey by sharing about the extended "holiday" (school break) that we just had. Our kids go to school year round and have a break at the end of each term. The winter break that we just finished is usually for three weeks but it was four and a half weeks due to the World Cup. It was so nice to have that long of a break; but it went by very quickly. We balanced <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ministry</span> and taking time off as well as we could during this time. While we are in school session, Chris and I are extremely busy. Since life is so demanding during this time, we really make and effort to spend a lot of quality time with the kids while we do not have to prepare for classes and be on campus everyday. It is a welcomed change!<br />We have had a missionary associate here assisting us from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bedford</span>, Indiana named Chelsea Flynn. She has just finished her undergrad degree in intercultural studies and she came to help us out and fulfill her internship requirements for graduation. She has been such an incredible blessing to our family. We wanted to give her as much exposure to ministry while she was here as we could even though we were out of our normal routine. She worked hard the first week after she arrived as we hosted a team at the school that ran a soccer clinic in the community close to the Bible school as well as painting a building and yard work on the campus. We cooked for the team of 30 something (the number fluctuated) plus our students...so, over 40 for 3 meals a day for 8 days; it was exhausting but we had a great time with the team as well as the South Africans. Then, we took time to go out to the feeding center in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Phokeng</span> that the kids and myself go out and help serve and donate fruits and vegetables regularly. Agnes is a "mama" to the approximately 60 or more children that she feeds as they pass her place on the way home from school. These children are neglected and very poor; Agnes provides the only love and stability that most of these children ever receive. Her heart is opened to them and there is nothing that she is not willing to give to them. I don't think I have ever seen Christ's love demonstrated more accurately than I have in Agnes. She is literally His hands extended. I admire her for that and she challenges me to consider the things that really matter and her example pushes me to do all that I can to further His kingdom. We went out to her place one day and fed the kids a special meal as a treat on their holiday and then did a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">vbs</span> of sorts for them after they ate. One evening we went out and showed a movie (one that Athletes in Action put out that told the testimonies of several of the World Cup athletes) on a screen and served popcorn and hot chocolate. After the movie, Chris took the opportunity to pray with several for salvation. It was an amazing experience.<br />We also took the time to have some fun! We went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pilanesburg</span> which is an animal reserve/game viewing park that is less than an hour from our house on a drive and picnic one day. The kids love to go to the park and it was extra fun because Chelsea went for the first time. Also, we got involved in the World Cup madness! Chris absolutely loves soccer and so the fact that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rustenburg</span> was one of the host cities was pretty cool for him. He managed to go to three of the games thanks to different individuals who offered us tickets at either very discounted rates or gave them to us free of charge. The excitement at the games was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exhilarating</span> and it really was a once in a lifetime dream that was realized, especially for Chris. The boys went to the New Zealand v. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Slovokia</span> game and the USA v. Ghana game while the girls went to the USA v. Algeria game. It will go down as one of my favorite life experiences so far.<br />Chelsea and I helped host a girls purity retreat at the Bible School for the youth of the area. It was mainly attended by the girls that I brought from Agnes' ministry. These girls had never had the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">opportunity</span> to leave their village and this was such a special experience for them. Sarah <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Careins</span> and Jessica White are both <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">AGWM</span> missionaries to the youth of South Africa and they planned and executed one top notch retreat. We spoiled the girls as much as possible while we taught them, loved on them, and prayed for them. There were intimate times of healing that took place as many or most of them expressed seemingly unreal living conditions where abuse is the norm...please pray that God continues the work that He began in them almost 3 weeks ago.<br />We ended our holiday by going up to the Limpopo province to a place called <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Giyani</span> where Chris was invited to do some teaching and preaching at the youth winter camp that was held there. This was the first time that we have been to SA camp and it was different but awesome! Other than the bat that roomed with me and the roosters that kept us awake a good portion of the night, it was a blast! I so enjoy experiencing the passion that the SA young people have for the Lord; worshipping and dancing with them is incredible and impossible to express in words. We feel so privileged to be able to minister here in so many different ways and with so many different people. I am thankful that we had a chance to relax and rest during the winter break as well as utilize the extra time we had to do ministry. 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I am not really that computer savvy, but I love to write and this represents another opportunity to connect with people that we love around the world. So, here it goes! I am not sure how I will take the time to do yet another thing, but I have been told that in the long run it will save me time as I can "tell the story" one time to everyone on my blog instead of several times to different people. My goal is to share life experiences here on this blog; I plan to share victories and struggles alike. I will tell family tales and give ministry updates at least once a week. Please join our family on this journey that we call life and learn what it is like to live in Rustenburg, South Africa!</div>............................http://www.blogger.com/profile/04154639001006737188noreply@blogger.com1