Happy New Year 2008!
It's been a busy week. I have been sick. I helped with the Christmas meal. I taught the Christmas story to the 3 children's clubs. And I moved into my apartment. I’ve been cleaning and organizing. It’s nice to have space. The dust and lack of sleep this past week made me a little sick (sore throat), so pray that the Lord heals my body, because January 2-6, my team is going on a river trip to minister to 3 communities with an American mission group. I pray God’s blessing on you. Have a Happy New Year! Love in Christ, Rachel
PS. Thanks to those who have mailed me cards and little packages to my Post Office Box. It means the world to me--Josue likes to go to check the PO for me, and is happy when he gets something in the mail!
Updates, poems, and stories of Rachel's missionary journey.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Happy New Year 2008!
I hope you had a Merry Chrismas. I spent it well--although I was sick and in the hospital the weekend before, but God gave me strength to teach at the three children´s clubs the Story of Christmas--it went really well, we have about 150. Thanks for the extra support you sent to help with presents and food. I am feeling better. I have moved into an apartment with a living room, bath, kitchen, bedroom, and patio. I bought a bed (I didn´t own one before). It feels good to be more settled and organized. My dad´s brother, who had kidney cancer, died Christmas Eve, so this has been a difficult year altogether. I look forward to the New Year. I am going on a river trip to do mission work January 2-6 with my team. Thanks for continued prayers for my health, heart, work, and relationship with Josue, who is fine--busy, and a big support to me. Blessings.
I hope you had a Merry Chrismas. I spent it well--although I was sick and in the hospital the weekend before, but God gave me strength to teach at the three children´s clubs the Story of Christmas--it went really well, we have about 150. Thanks for the extra support you sent to help with presents and food. I am feeling better. I have moved into an apartment with a living room, bath, kitchen, bedroom, and patio. I bought a bed (I didn´t own one before). It feels good to be more settled and organized. My dad´s brother, who had kidney cancer, died Christmas Eve, so this has been a difficult year altogether. I look forward to the New Year. I am going on a river trip to do mission work January 2-6 with my team. Thanks for continued prayers for my health, heart, work, and relationship with Josue, who is fine--busy, and a big support to me. Blessings.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Merry Christmas 2007!
God is never in a hurry but spends years of preparation with those He expects to greatly use.
Just as God spent many years preparing the world for Jesus’ arrival, and just as He is preparing His children for our eternal Home, He continues to prepare me for His purposes. It’s hard to remember that His highest purpose for me is to know Him and obey Him, not to save souls—although that is my calling and the desire of my heart. I know He is doing a good work in me, and I will hold on to hope.
It has been a sad year for me, overall, due to my dad’s battle with cancer and death. I am returning slowly into my work with the children’s ministry. To have a routine for the next year, I am in the process of getting a job (and a work visa) to teach English part-time at a private institute. Another change I’m taking to help me emotionally is to move to a small apartment close to the institute and to Josué’s house. It is in a nicer, quieter part of town. It has its own entrance (helpful in storing the motorcycle). For safety, the windows and doors are barred and there is a night guard. And I’ll have more space: living room (to teach English classes), kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and back patio (to hang a hammock and stargaze at night!). I will have telephone and Internet access, which will help me connect more to my friends and family in the States. If I get the job, it will pay the extra $100 per month I’m spending on the apartment that is not covered by my present budget.
Meanwhile, Josué and I along with our team are ministering weekly with the children’s clubs. On December 22, 23, and 24, we will host a party for each of our three clubs (more than 100 children)—the Christmas story; a Christian children’s dance group (Vasti, Josué’s niece, is in that group); songs; games; a special meal of chicken, bread, and hot chocolate; and gifts for each kid.
I will be celebrating Christmas with Josué’s family, which will be a turkey meal with a few shared gifts. I ask for prayer for my emotions and health, and for wisdom in Josué’s and my decisions. God bless you. Thank you for your monthly support, emails, and prayers.
Have a blessed Christmas! Love in Christ, Rachel :)
“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart.
And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” –Jesus (John 14:27)
God is never in a hurry but spends years of preparation with those He expects to greatly use.
Just as God spent many years preparing the world for Jesus’ arrival, and just as He is preparing His children for our eternal Home, He continues to prepare me for His purposes. It’s hard to remember that His highest purpose for me is to know Him and obey Him, not to save souls—although that is my calling and the desire of my heart. I know He is doing a good work in me, and I will hold on to hope.
It has been a sad year for me, overall, due to my dad’s battle with cancer and death. I am returning slowly into my work with the children’s ministry. To have a routine for the next year, I am in the process of getting a job (and a work visa) to teach English part-time at a private institute. Another change I’m taking to help me emotionally is to move to a small apartment close to the institute and to Josué’s house. It is in a nicer, quieter part of town. It has its own entrance (helpful in storing the motorcycle). For safety, the windows and doors are barred and there is a night guard. And I’ll have more space: living room (to teach English classes), kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and back patio (to hang a hammock and stargaze at night!). I will have telephone and Internet access, which will help me connect more to my friends and family in the States. If I get the job, it will pay the extra $100 per month I’m spending on the apartment that is not covered by my present budget.
Meanwhile, Josué and I along with our team are ministering weekly with the children’s clubs. On December 22, 23, and 24, we will host a party for each of our three clubs (more than 100 children)—the Christmas story; a Christian children’s dance group (Vasti, Josué’s niece, is in that group); songs; games; a special meal of chicken, bread, and hot chocolate; and gifts for each kid.
I will be celebrating Christmas with Josué’s family, which will be a turkey meal with a few shared gifts. I ask for prayer for my emotions and health, and for wisdom in Josué’s and my decisions. God bless you. Thank you for your monthly support, emails, and prayers.
Have a blessed Christmas! Love in Christ, Rachel :)
“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart.
And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” –Jesus (John 14:27)
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Hope
Death is a birthing canal into a greater part of the same life. Truly as a baby exits the womb. The baby is the same person before and after but living in two distinct worlds. We all die. And we all live forever. Can a man shorten his days? They are in God’s hands. One must be hopeless to take his life. With even a spark of hope, one lives. Each of us has the Spirit of God breathed into us. It’s what makes us different from animals. The greatest joy is assurance of eternity from the day of salvation. Even in my despair concerning the death of my daddy, whom I miss so much, I believe. I believe in God, in His love, in His control, in Heaven. I believe my daddy is there with God. I believe I have a purpose. I believe I have been chosen as His daughter. I believe I have been called to serve Him all the days of my life. Today, 2 months after the death of my daddy, I mourn, I weep, I grieve from the deepest part of my soul. But I am not without hope.
1 Thessalonians 4:13, “But we do not want you to be ignorant, brothers, about those who have died, so that you may not grieve like other people who have no hope.”
Prayer Requests:
a new apartment where I can get better rest
my relationship with Josue
health (feeling a little sick: stomach, back)
safety (in house, on motorcycle)
Christmas ministry with the kids (additional money to provide food and gifts)
Death is a birthing canal into a greater part of the same life. Truly as a baby exits the womb. The baby is the same person before and after but living in two distinct worlds. We all die. And we all live forever. Can a man shorten his days? They are in God’s hands. One must be hopeless to take his life. With even a spark of hope, one lives. Each of us has the Spirit of God breathed into us. It’s what makes us different from animals. The greatest joy is assurance of eternity from the day of salvation. Even in my despair concerning the death of my daddy, whom I miss so much, I believe. I believe in God, in His love, in His control, in Heaven. I believe my daddy is there with God. I believe I have a purpose. I believe I have been chosen as His daughter. I believe I have been called to serve Him all the days of my life. Today, 2 months after the death of my daddy, I mourn, I weep, I grieve from the deepest part of my soul. But I am not without hope.
1 Thessalonians 4:13, “But we do not want you to be ignorant, brothers, about those who have died, so that you may not grieve like other people who have no hope.”
Prayer Requests:
a new apartment where I can get better rest
my relationship with Josue
health (feeling a little sick: stomach, back)
safety (in house, on motorcycle)
Christmas ministry with the kids (additional money to provide food and gifts)
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My Citizenship is in Heaven (Phil. 3:20)
O Lord I live here as a fish in a vessel of water, only enough to keep me alive, but in heaven I shall swim in the ocean. (A Puritan prayer)
As I live more in another country which calls me, I realize that my citizenship, my heart, is not completely at home here; rather another country, the heavenly one, is calling me. I am a spiritual being having a physical experience. Now after experiencing my dad's illness and death, and reading a few books on Heaven, I understand a little better what it means to store treasures in Heaven, for where my treasure is there my heart is (Mat. 6:21).
O Lord I live here as a fish in a vessel of water, only enough to keep me alive, but in heaven I shall swim in the ocean. (A Puritan prayer)
As I live more in another country which calls me, I realize that my citizenship, my heart, is not completely at home here; rather another country, the heavenly one, is calling me. I am a spiritual being having a physical experience. Now after experiencing my dad's illness and death, and reading a few books on Heaven, I understand a little better what it means to store treasures in Heaven, for where my treasure is there my heart is (Mat. 6:21).
Monday, October 15, 2007
Louisville, KY
Where do I start? I spent 6 weeks with my dad here at home, before returning to minister in Iquitos and a nearby community "Samito" for three weeks. Then the call came to come home as my dad was really bad. He went to dance with the angels a week later. I have been in shock, trying to understand my world without my dad. It has been a traumatic year, but "God is with us." May He receive glory and may we see His face ever nearer.
Where do I start? I spent 6 weeks with my dad here at home, before returning to minister in Iquitos and a nearby community "Samito" for three weeks. Then the call came to come home as my dad was really bad. He went to dance with the angels a week later. I have been in shock, trying to understand my world without my dad. It has been a traumatic year, but "God is with us." May He receive glory and may we see His face ever nearer.
Heaven Near
Rachel C. Deal
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Norton Suburban Hospital, room 512, cancer ward
I can’t believe your time has come
That it has come so soon
I watch you and I can’t do anything to help
In this hospital room
Life doesn’t seem to be very fair
It’s hard to let you go
I selfishly want to keep you here
So your wisdom can help me on
This is a valley with shadows of death
Shadows that will soon pass
Light—so real—will fill you up
And guide you to a place of rest
You are brave and have fought so well
I don’t know how you’ve coped
Although you knew you had few days left
You’ve let us focus on hope
I love you so much and I’ll miss you greatly
But I don’t want you to be in pain
Eternity is at hand
My loss is heaven’s gain
I grieve that we won’t have more time together
I don’t understand God’s ways
But I do believe that in your life and death
God’s receiving glory and praise
Because I know you love the Lord
I have nothing to fear
It’s as you said in these last days:
Heaven Near
"Cielo Cerca"
Domingo, 30 Septiembre, 2007
Hospital de cáncer, cuarto 512
No puedo creer que tu tiempo haya llegado
Que haya llegado tan rápido
Te miro y no puedo hacer nada para ayudar
En este cuarto de hospital
La vida no se parece ser justa
Es difícil soltarte
Egoístamente deseo que te quedes aquí
Para darme más sabiduría
Esto es un valle con sombra de muerte
Sombras que pronto desaparecerán
Luz—tan verdadero—te llenará
Y te guiará a un lugar de descanso
Eres valiente y has luchado muy bien
No se como lo has hecho
Aunque sabias que tenías pocos días de vivir
Nos dejaste enfocarnos en esperanza
Te amo muchísimo y te faltaré un montón
Pero no quiero que sufras
La eternidad esta cerca
Mi perdida es la ganancia del cielo
Me aflijo que no tendremos más tiempo juntos
No entiendo a Dios
Pero si creo que en tu vida y muerte
Dios esta recibiendo la gloria y alabanza
Porque sé que amas al Señor
No tengo nada temer
Es como dijiste en estos últimos días:
“Cielo cerca”
Rachel C. Deal
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Norton Suburban Hospital, room 512, cancer ward
I can’t believe your time has come
That it has come so soon
I watch you and I can’t do anything to help
In this hospital room
Life doesn’t seem to be very fair
It’s hard to let you go
I selfishly want to keep you here
So your wisdom can help me on
This is a valley with shadows of death
Shadows that will soon pass
Light—so real—will fill you up
And guide you to a place of rest
You are brave and have fought so well
I don’t know how you’ve coped
Although you knew you had few days left
You’ve let us focus on hope
I love you so much and I’ll miss you greatly
But I don’t want you to be in pain
Eternity is at hand
My loss is heaven’s gain
I grieve that we won’t have more time together
I don’t understand God’s ways
But I do believe that in your life and death
God’s receiving glory and praise
Because I know you love the Lord
I have nothing to fear
It’s as you said in these last days:
Heaven Near
"Cielo Cerca"
Domingo, 30 Septiembre, 2007
Hospital de cáncer, cuarto 512
No puedo creer que tu tiempo haya llegado
Que haya llegado tan rápido
Te miro y no puedo hacer nada para ayudar
En este cuarto de hospital
La vida no se parece ser justa
Es difícil soltarte
Egoístamente deseo que te quedes aquí
Para darme más sabiduría
Esto es un valle con sombra de muerte
Sombras que pronto desaparecerán
Luz—tan verdadero—te llenará
Y te guiará a un lugar de descanso
Eres valiente y has luchado muy bien
No se como lo has hecho
Aunque sabias que tenías pocos días de vivir
Nos dejaste enfocarnos en esperanza
Te amo muchísimo y te faltaré un montón
Pero no quiero que sufras
La eternidad esta cerca
Mi perdida es la ganancia del cielo
Me aflijo que no tendremos más tiempo juntos
No entiendo a Dios
Pero si creo que en tu vida y muerte
Dios esta recibiendo la gloria y alabanza
Porque sé que amas al Señor
No tengo nada temer
Es como dijiste en estos últimos días:
“Cielo cerca”
My Daddy
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.
Jesus came to take my daddy home last night at 6:30 PM ( Thursday, October 4, 2007 ). Denise, Angie, and I had the privilege of experiencing the sacred moment of his last peaceful breaths on earth. As we wept, Denise read him a love letter, and I read Psalm 23. Then he was welcomed home by the angels and those who have gone before him. As much as we will miss him and long for his wisdom, humor, and presence, it is a relief to know that he is not suffering anymore, that he feels no pain or sorrow, and that to him it will seem like minutes when he is meeting us with the angels when our own appointed time comes. Our prayers were answered and he is completely and forever healed.
The obituary, along with sympathy expressions, will be in the Sunday paper:
Visitation: Monday, October 8, 2-8 PM at Highlands Funeral Home, Taylorsville Road and Dutchmans Lane. Visitation: Tuesday, October 9, 11 AM- 1 PM , Southeast Christian Church. Followed by Service: 1 PM , Chapel
Disappointingly for both of us, Josué was denied a visa, as he does not have the financial stability to show that he is returning and we are not (yet) family—I did get a ring September 26, the day before I came home! But as He has been always, God is with me, as my Father and Lover.
This is a surreal, bittersweet time for me and my family. Thank you for your love, prayers, and kindness.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.
Jesus came to take my daddy home last night at 6:30 PM ( Thursday, October 4, 2007 ). Denise, Angie, and I had the privilege of experiencing the sacred moment of his last peaceful breaths on earth. As we wept, Denise read him a love letter, and I read Psalm 23. Then he was welcomed home by the angels and those who have gone before him. As much as we will miss him and long for his wisdom, humor, and presence, it is a relief to know that he is not suffering anymore, that he feels no pain or sorrow, and that to him it will seem like minutes when he is meeting us with the angels when our own appointed time comes. Our prayers were answered and he is completely and forever healed.
The obituary, along with sympathy expressions, will be in the Sunday paper:
Visitation: Monday, October 8, 2-8 PM at Highlands Funeral Home, Taylorsville Road and Dutchmans Lane. Visitation: Tuesday, October 9, 11 AM- 1 PM , Southeast Christian Church. Followed by Service: 1 PM , Chapel
Disappointingly for both of us, Josué was denied a visa, as he does not have the financial stability to show that he is returning and we are not (yet) family—I did get a ring September 26, the day before I came home! But as He has been always, God is with me, as my Father and Lover.
This is a surreal, bittersweet time for me and my family. Thank you for your love, prayers, and kindness.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
I've been at home 2 weeks and am still not feeling well. I appreciate your prayers so that I can be a blessing here at home, as well as recover fully to be able to return next month to the Amazon. My dad took his first intravenous chemo and is doing better than expected, although still struggling with side effects. We appreciate your continued prayers for him, especially for the health of his left kidney and a lessening of nausea. Thanks.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
USA
I have been so busy (and then sick) that I haven't been able to update my blog. A lot happened during the week that I spent in Iquitos. I hung out with Josué and with friends (I made 2 new friends--girls with whom I work in the ministry). I also translated for an American team and taught a Bible story at the children's club--it's just what I love doing, and I was able to apply some things I learned at the Bogota school--I realized that Josué and I have very similar visions with the street kid ministry. Right before I left I ate something bad on the street and got salmanella and have been sick ever since. I got home Friday, July 20 and my dad went to the hospital Saturday. I couldn't go visit him as I was contagious (with fever and diarrhea), in fact I was in bed all last week, but now my dad is home and I am feeling better, although my stomach hurts and I am tired (probably the antibiotics). My dad is happy to be home, and resting. He starts the 2nd round of chemo Friday. Please pray for his healing (and mine!) and for our time together. I plan to return to Iquitos early September to work (translate) at a pastor's conference which will be held 10 hours away in a village in the Amazon River; we are expecting 40 pastors from 12 communities--some as much as a day away by boat. We will also be doing a children's event as well for several hundred kids. It should a powerful event. I will also be working with the children's clubs and teaching English. I will not have a fund raiser, but do ask that you consider supporting me monthly or one-time. I do have a short wish list:
gift certificate to Walmart for medicines, foods, and clothes
semi-nice light jacket/ pant suit (for airplane/ church)
rain jacket
RVR 1960/ KJV bilingual Bible
comfortable walking sandals (perhaps from a store like Quest)
Thank you! I hope to be able to see many of you while here, although my main purpose is to spend time with my dad at home. Thanks for understanding and supporting and praying for me.
I have been so busy (and then sick) that I haven't been able to update my blog. A lot happened during the week that I spent in Iquitos. I hung out with Josué and with friends (I made 2 new friends--girls with whom I work in the ministry). I also translated for an American team and taught a Bible story at the children's club--it's just what I love doing, and I was able to apply some things I learned at the Bogota school--I realized that Josué and I have very similar visions with the street kid ministry. Right before I left I ate something bad on the street and got salmanella and have been sick ever since. I got home Friday, July 20 and my dad went to the hospital Saturday. I couldn't go visit him as I was contagious (with fever and diarrhea), in fact I was in bed all last week, but now my dad is home and I am feeling better, although my stomach hurts and I am tired (probably the antibiotics). My dad is happy to be home, and resting. He starts the 2nd round of chemo Friday. Please pray for his healing (and mine!) and for our time together. I plan to return to Iquitos early September to work (translate) at a pastor's conference which will be held 10 hours away in a village in the Amazon River; we are expecting 40 pastors from 12 communities--some as much as a day away by boat. We will also be doing a children's event as well for several hundred kids. It should a powerful event. I will also be working with the children's clubs and teaching English. I will not have a fund raiser, but do ask that you consider supporting me monthly or one-time. I do have a short wish list:
gift certificate to Walmart for medicines, foods, and clothes
semi-nice light jacket/ pant suit (for airplane/ church)
rain jacket
RVR 1960/ KJV bilingual Bible
comfortable walking sandals (perhaps from a store like Quest)
Thank you! I hope to be able to see many of you while here, although my main purpose is to spend time with my dad at home. Thanks for understanding and supporting and praying for me.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Graduation--I made it!!!! Pictures have been updated--from throughout the school, the month practice, and my graduation. I am so happy to be finished and to have learned a lot about how to minister to children at risk. It was very challenging and I discovered that I still need to learn more about working in a team; especially with other cultures. However I also discovered that I have grown in responses to conflict, that I definately have a gift in working with children, and that my ministry is teaching children to know God more and experience inner healing from past hurts. One life goal is to pray and intercede for transformation in the lives of those with whom I work, fighting in the spiritual realm, and to be faithful in my personal time with the Lord. This will give me strength and wisdom to teach and minister to others. Thanks for your prayers and support during these past four months. I will be in Peru next week to update further.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
George Müller: Man of Faith and Miracles
By Basil Miller
Advice to strengthen one’s faith (p.58-59):
1. Read the Bible and meditate upon it. God will become known to you through prayer and meditation upon His Word.
2. Seek to maintain an upright heart and a good conscience.
3. Do not shrink from opportunities where your faith may be tried, and therefore through trials, be strengthened.
4. Let God work for you, when the hour of trail of your faith comes, and do not work to a deliverance of your own.
“Would the believer therefore have his faith strengthened, he must give God time to work.”
Avisos para esforzarse la fe:
1. Lee la Biblia y medita en ella. Dios está conocido a través de la oración y la meditación en su Palabra.
2. Busca mantener un corazón justo y una consciencia limpia.
3. No huyas de las oportunidades donde tu fe podría ser probada, y entonces a través de las pruebas, será esforazada.
4. Deja que Dios trabaje para ti, cuando la hora de la prueba de tu fe venga, y no trabajes para rescatarte solo.
“Que el creyente entonces tenga su fe esforzada, tendrá que dar a Dios tiempo para trabajar.”
By Basil Miller
Advice to strengthen one’s faith (p.58-59):
1. Read the Bible and meditate upon it. God will become known to you through prayer and meditation upon His Word.
2. Seek to maintain an upright heart and a good conscience.
3. Do not shrink from opportunities where your faith may be tried, and therefore through trials, be strengthened.
4. Let God work for you, when the hour of trail of your faith comes, and do not work to a deliverance of your own.
“Would the believer therefore have his faith strengthened, he must give God time to work.”
Avisos para esforzarse la fe:
1. Lee la Biblia y medita en ella. Dios está conocido a través de la oración y la meditación en su Palabra.
2. Busca mantener un corazón justo y una consciencia limpia.
3. No huyas de las oportunidades donde tu fe podría ser probada, y entonces a través de las pruebas, será esforazada.
4. Deja que Dios trabaje para ti, cuando la hora de la prueba de tu fe venga, y no trabajes para rescatarte solo.
“Que el creyente entonces tenga su fe esforzada, tendrá que dar a Dios tiempo para trabajar.”
June 8: The ambassador of Norway came today. We chatted briefly. He was nice. I spent most of the afternoon cooking and cleaning. Then I worked with some of the kids on a poetry activity. I read a little and spent some time reflecting on the past year—that has included many changes. I am feeling better being here and haven’t had problems with the program; I’m just not in agreement with it being a program. But I think the staff try, more than I realized. They are really hard with the kids, but if they aren’t, the kids get into trouble. They get into trouble anyway. I think there’s a balance between being firm and loving—you can’t really have one without the other—otherwise it’s abuse.
June 10: On Thursday morning the leaders left for a meeting and spent the night in order to go to the market, returning at 5pm Friday evening. Jessica and I, with the help of some others, were in charge of 23 former street kids!!! Many are responsible and helpful, leaving us to deal with a few real problem kids, who are stubborn, disrespectful, and disobedient. But the Lord has been kind and helped us to maintain control from morning to evening to complete the chores (I collaborated with cleaning the kitchen—it was so dirty—and homework (I helped with English), do a devotional, and play with the kids. It is not something a person can do every day and not get burned out quickly. It is not a job I would want, but I with my family and team could help children like this, along with their families if possible, but in a different manner—in love. Being firm is necessary, but yelling unkind words or commands only continues the pattern these kids received from childhood.
Right now, it’s 5:00pm, the kids are all playing nicely, no one is yelling or putting them down. We are dealing individually with the problem kids (two at present). It’s a big responsibility, but the cook and gardener (with their 3 kids) live here on the farm, and an older man is here helping out (he’s with my problem kid who has been rebellious all day). Jessica is helping her problem kid wash clothes. He just punched one of my kids, who has returned to playing soccer with the other kids. I am tired. We are going to celebrate the birthday of one of the girls, and after dinner, I’m going to put the little ones to bed and hopefully watch Shrek 3 with the older kids, and then fall into bed—exhausted. What an experience. I learned that in letting them play and let out their frustrations and not being so on top of them that they suffocate, loving them and being firm. Being in charge of the younger kids and the girls was a little better than Jessica’s house, as the boys didn’t listen to her at all. The staff has not been kind to us, and I rather enjoyed the time alone, but I didn’t sleep well, due to the extra responsibility. I cannot think it was the best decision, but last night, a staff came to help out. He went on a school field trip today, so Jessica and I could stay with five kids at the farm—we played ball, and swung, and I read and got a little sun. Jessica and I are extremely tired, and I’m just here to love and help the kids.
June 11: It has been a challenging week. I have had the opportunity to love, listen to, play with, pray with, and do poetry activities with the kids. I swung with a couple kids, prayed with one for a while last night, held one on my lap while we watched a movie today—the little things are big to them. However, the staff are very hard on the kids—this is a rehabilitation center, not a ministry or family. One kid ran away on Friday and there hasn’t been a lot of concern for him, although the staff looked around for him and I believe talked to the police today (Monday). I wanted to go to La Vega today to email, but it was a holiday and one staff wasn’t here, so I stayed. However, I felt sick in the afternoon and slept. I have a lot of physical comforts, bed, food, water, sunlight; I don’t even mind the cold water. But the way the institution is run makes me sad. I am learning some good things, and I enjoy working with the kids—they usually listen to me—I don’t yell. Occasionally I raise my voice, but very rarely. And if I say something, I carry it out—I don’t make empty threats. Today I cried, because of the yelling and constant correcting—it’s not done in love. I got yelled at by the cook for something a kid was doing, then Jessica comes crying because the staff at her house yelled at the kids for playing outside, when she told Jessica that they should play outside. She and the staff girl at my house have taken advantage of our presence and left, leaving us in charge—not really the point of our time here, but I’m sure they are tired. However after 3 months of school, and many stresses, this past week hasn’t been easy. I will truly be glad for this school to end. I have indeed learned what NOT to do! I trust God has led me here and continues to teach me more about Him—and to depend on Him completely. Thanks for praying for me (and Jessica) over these next two weeks—for health, patience, and sanity (with the staff more than with the kids—sadly)! Please keep in touch.
June 12: The prodigal boy came home today—brought by police. He was found staying in a hotel, they called the police when they heard the news report about him via radio. Since he came home, the tension has left and everyone is breathing easier. I played with the kids and had a more enjoyable afternoon. My stomach stopped hurting, and my headache diminished (it never completely goes away—the altitude really bothers me). I finished an interesting and sad book about street kids in Brasil called Asphalt Angels. It was a beautiful day. Several times today, the very staff girl that I prejudged that I would have problems with made jokes with me, talked to me, and included me—amazing! God taught me yet another lesson in listening and seeing deeper than outward appearances.
Tomorrow, June 13, I go to La Vega to the Internet café and to eat out with Jessica. I am tired—it’s once again 9pm and the alarm sounds way too early—at 5am. Goodnight!
I´ll be sending out photos soon.
June 10: On Thursday morning the leaders left for a meeting and spent the night in order to go to the market, returning at 5pm Friday evening. Jessica and I, with the help of some others, were in charge of 23 former street kids!!! Many are responsible and helpful, leaving us to deal with a few real problem kids, who are stubborn, disrespectful, and disobedient. But the Lord has been kind and helped us to maintain control from morning to evening to complete the chores (I collaborated with cleaning the kitchen—it was so dirty—and homework (I helped with English), do a devotional, and play with the kids. It is not something a person can do every day and not get burned out quickly. It is not a job I would want, but I with my family and team could help children like this, along with their families if possible, but in a different manner—in love. Being firm is necessary, but yelling unkind words or commands only continues the pattern these kids received from childhood.
Right now, it’s 5:00pm, the kids are all playing nicely, no one is yelling or putting them down. We are dealing individually with the problem kids (two at present). It’s a big responsibility, but the cook and gardener (with their 3 kids) live here on the farm, and an older man is here helping out (he’s with my problem kid who has been rebellious all day). Jessica is helping her problem kid wash clothes. He just punched one of my kids, who has returned to playing soccer with the other kids. I am tired. We are going to celebrate the birthday of one of the girls, and after dinner, I’m going to put the little ones to bed and hopefully watch Shrek 3 with the older kids, and then fall into bed—exhausted. What an experience. I learned that in letting them play and let out their frustrations and not being so on top of them that they suffocate, loving them and being firm. Being in charge of the younger kids and the girls was a little better than Jessica’s house, as the boys didn’t listen to her at all. The staff has not been kind to us, and I rather enjoyed the time alone, but I didn’t sleep well, due to the extra responsibility. I cannot think it was the best decision, but last night, a staff came to help out. He went on a school field trip today, so Jessica and I could stay with five kids at the farm—we played ball, and swung, and I read and got a little sun. Jessica and I are extremely tired, and I’m just here to love and help the kids.
June 11: It has been a challenging week. I have had the opportunity to love, listen to, play with, pray with, and do poetry activities with the kids. I swung with a couple kids, prayed with one for a while last night, held one on my lap while we watched a movie today—the little things are big to them. However, the staff are very hard on the kids—this is a rehabilitation center, not a ministry or family. One kid ran away on Friday and there hasn’t been a lot of concern for him, although the staff looked around for him and I believe talked to the police today (Monday). I wanted to go to La Vega today to email, but it was a holiday and one staff wasn’t here, so I stayed. However, I felt sick in the afternoon and slept. I have a lot of physical comforts, bed, food, water, sunlight; I don’t even mind the cold water. But the way the institution is run makes me sad. I am learning some good things, and I enjoy working with the kids—they usually listen to me—I don’t yell. Occasionally I raise my voice, but very rarely. And if I say something, I carry it out—I don’t make empty threats. Today I cried, because of the yelling and constant correcting—it’s not done in love. I got yelled at by the cook for something a kid was doing, then Jessica comes crying because the staff at her house yelled at the kids for playing outside, when she told Jessica that they should play outside. She and the staff girl at my house have taken advantage of our presence and left, leaving us in charge—not really the point of our time here, but I’m sure they are tired. However after 3 months of school, and many stresses, this past week hasn’t been easy. I will truly be glad for this school to end. I have indeed learned what NOT to do! I trust God has led me here and continues to teach me more about Him—and to depend on Him completely. Thanks for praying for me (and Jessica) over these next two weeks—for health, patience, and sanity (with the staff more than with the kids—sadly)! Please keep in touch.
June 12: The prodigal boy came home today—brought by police. He was found staying in a hotel, they called the police when they heard the news report about him via radio. Since he came home, the tension has left and everyone is breathing easier. I played with the kids and had a more enjoyable afternoon. My stomach stopped hurting, and my headache diminished (it never completely goes away—the altitude really bothers me). I finished an interesting and sad book about street kids in Brasil called Asphalt Angels. It was a beautiful day. Several times today, the very staff girl that I prejudged that I would have problems with made jokes with me, talked to me, and included me—amazing! God taught me yet another lesson in listening and seeing deeper than outward appearances.
Tomorrow, June 13, I go to La Vega to the Internet café and to eat out with Jessica. I am tired—it’s once again 9pm and the alarm sounds way too early—at 5am. Goodnight!
I´ll be sending out photos soon.
Monday, June 04, 2007
La Vega, one hour outside of Bogota
Pacto Belen Children’s Ministry
Saturday, June 02, 2007
I learned something about myself the last couple of days—I’m changing. Thursday night at 7pm, the director, who has been disrespectful especially to the foreigners since the beginning of the school, told me and Jessica that we were going to the ministry NOW. Jessica was upset but I kept my cool and calmly asked her for a couple hours so we could finish getting ready and so I could keep my call date with my dad. She said fine, but at 8pm said she hadn’t understood me. Well, I talked to my dad and then we left at 9pm in a taxi, arrived at 9:30 at another ministry, and left around 5:30am to La Vega, a town an hour outside of town, where we will be working in a children’s ministry for the month of June (until the 27th). It is beautiful here and we should get one day a week off to go to a nearby pool and Internet and eat out and rest. The lady in charge of our practicum told us we would be in a room together and not in the house with a staff that is immature and unchristian. Guess where I am? When we arrived, the director of the two houses told us we would be split up. Jessica could not handle being in this house with this staff girl, who is not here this weekend due to our complaint. So I am here. I told the director that our leader had promised to not put either of us here and I would try and if I couldn’t handle it, I would let her know. She said that’s fine. This is the house with the younger boys and the 4 girls, which is fine with me. On Friday upon arriving, I prayed with them, played with them, and helped them with chores. So for now I’m fine.
Today I realized that my call and work requires many sacrifices and death to the flesh. If I trust in God’s love for me and allow Him to love through others, He will complete things in me that would lack if I had chosen to not obey His call. Jesus Himself for a time left His comfortable country and chose a difficult life to bring love. God sent Him and He obeyed. And because of His obedience, many were touched and changed. God has called me to the same, to let Him love through me, so that 1) I will be complete and 2) others will be touched and changed. It is a life of sacrifice, but also of blessing. I am happy and know that in God’s love for me, He will give me the desires of my heart—in marriage, work, children, travel. I love Him and want to worship and serve Him, in this month, and for the rest of my life.
So I’m learning and growing. I’m thankful for the work that God is doing in me—what He has started and called me to, He will finish and give me the strength to do. Please pray for me over these next 3 weeks here at La Vega—for peace, patience, self-control, love, gentleness—hahaha—well, that I will walk in the fruit of the Spirit! And for rest and concentrated times with the Lord, to meditate on His transforming Word and to hear His voice in my heart. Thank you. Blessings!
The poem The Real World was inspired by a book I am reading called Nothing But a Thief, the Street and her Children, by Danielle Speakman. If you want to understand the life and needs of street children and really all of us, I highly encourage this book.
Pacto Belen Children’s Ministry
Saturday, June 02, 2007
I learned something about myself the last couple of days—I’m changing. Thursday night at 7pm, the director, who has been disrespectful especially to the foreigners since the beginning of the school, told me and Jessica that we were going to the ministry NOW. Jessica was upset but I kept my cool and calmly asked her for a couple hours so we could finish getting ready and so I could keep my call date with my dad. She said fine, but at 8pm said she hadn’t understood me. Well, I talked to my dad and then we left at 9pm in a taxi, arrived at 9:30 at another ministry, and left around 5:30am to La Vega, a town an hour outside of town, where we will be working in a children’s ministry for the month of June (until the 27th). It is beautiful here and we should get one day a week off to go to a nearby pool and Internet and eat out and rest. The lady in charge of our practicum told us we would be in a room together and not in the house with a staff that is immature and unchristian. Guess where I am? When we arrived, the director of the two houses told us we would be split up. Jessica could not handle being in this house with this staff girl, who is not here this weekend due to our complaint. So I am here. I told the director that our leader had promised to not put either of us here and I would try and if I couldn’t handle it, I would let her know. She said that’s fine. This is the house with the younger boys and the 4 girls, which is fine with me. On Friday upon arriving, I prayed with them, played with them, and helped them with chores. So for now I’m fine.
Today I realized that my call and work requires many sacrifices and death to the flesh. If I trust in God’s love for me and allow Him to love through others, He will complete things in me that would lack if I had chosen to not obey His call. Jesus Himself for a time left His comfortable country and chose a difficult life to bring love. God sent Him and He obeyed. And because of His obedience, many were touched and changed. God has called me to the same, to let Him love through me, so that 1) I will be complete and 2) others will be touched and changed. It is a life of sacrifice, but also of blessing. I am happy and know that in God’s love for me, He will give me the desires of my heart—in marriage, work, children, travel. I love Him and want to worship and serve Him, in this month, and for the rest of my life.
So I’m learning and growing. I’m thankful for the work that God is doing in me—what He has started and called me to, He will finish and give me the strength to do. Please pray for me over these next 3 weeks here at La Vega—for peace, patience, self-control, love, gentleness—hahaha—well, that I will walk in the fruit of the Spirit! And for rest and concentrated times with the Lord, to meditate on His transforming Word and to hear His voice in my heart. Thank you. Blessings!
The poem The Real World was inspired by a book I am reading called Nothing But a Thief, the Street and her Children, by Danielle Speakman. If you want to understand the life and needs of street children and really all of us, I highly encourage this book.
The Real World
By Rachel C. Deal
June 2, 2007
Where do I live?
Where do I sleep?
What do I eat?
What do I know?
That’s my world
Where do you live?
Where do you sleep?
What do you eat?
What do you know?
That’s your world
Pain and hunger
Tears and fear
Happiness and love
Desires and hope
That’s our world
Can I understand you?
Can I walk in your shoes?
Can I see your point of view?
I choose to leave my world and live in…
The Real World
El Mundo Real
¿Dónde vivo?
¿Dónde duermo?
¿Qué como?
¿Qué sé?
Esto es mi mundo
¿Dónde vives?
¿Dónde duermes?
¿Qué comes?
¿Qué sabes?
Esto es tu mundo
Dolores, hambre
Soledad, lagrimas
Felicidades, amor
Deseos, esperanza
Esto es nuestro mundo
¿Puedo entenderte?
¿Puedo caminar en tus zapatos?
¿Puedo ver tu punto de vista?
Elijo a salir de mi mundo para vivir en…
El Mundo Real
By Rachel C. Deal
June 2, 2007
Where do I live?
Where do I sleep?
What do I eat?
What do I know?
That’s my world
Where do you live?
Where do you sleep?
What do you eat?
What do you know?
That’s your world
Pain and hunger
Tears and fear
Happiness and love
Desires and hope
That’s our world
Can I understand you?
Can I walk in your shoes?
Can I see your point of view?
I choose to leave my world and live in…
The Real World
El Mundo Real
¿Dónde vivo?
¿Dónde duermo?
¿Qué como?
¿Qué sé?
Esto es mi mundo
¿Dónde vives?
¿Dónde duermes?
¿Qué comes?
¿Qué sabes?
Esto es tu mundo
Dolores, hambre
Soledad, lagrimas
Felicidades, amor
Deseos, esperanza
Esto es nuestro mundo
¿Puedo entenderte?
¿Puedo caminar en tus zapatos?
¿Puedo ver tu punto de vista?
Elijo a salir de mi mundo para vivir en…
El Mundo Real
Monday, May 28, 2007
Scars
Rachel C. Deal
May 25, 2007
I have never felt such pain
Sobs that go down so deep
I have no words
How much can I bear?
I know God has not forsaken me
That He is in control
I am not angry
But I think my heart might break
Jesus understands
His heart did break
When those He loved
Took His life
He conquered death
And dwells in heaven
But one thing remains
The scars on His hands
God has been with me
Through all my sorrows
Through the valley of the shadow
I am not afraid
After a while
I won’t remember the sting
I will heal
But the scars will remain
Cicatrices
Nunca he sentido tal dolor
Sollozos que bajan al profundo
No tengo palabras
¿Cuánto más puedo aguantar?
Sé que Dios no me ha abondano
Que El está en control
No estoy enojada
Pero siento que mi corazón se va a quebrar
Jesús entiende
Su corazón se rompió
Cuando los que El amó
Le quitaron la vida
Venció la muerte
Y vive en el cielo
Pero hay algo que permanece--
Las cicatrices en sus manos
Dios ha estado conmigo
A través de la tristeza
A través del valle de sombra
No tengo miedo
Después de un tiempo
No recordaré la punzada
Sanaré
Pero las cicatrices permanecerán
Rachel C. Deal
May 25, 2007
I have never felt such pain
Sobs that go down so deep
I have no words
How much can I bear?
I know God has not forsaken me
That He is in control
I am not angry
But I think my heart might break
Jesus understands
His heart did break
When those He loved
Took His life
He conquered death
And dwells in heaven
But one thing remains
The scars on His hands
God has been with me
Through all my sorrows
Through the valley of the shadow
I am not afraid
After a while
I won’t remember the sting
I will heal
But the scars will remain
Cicatrices
Nunca he sentido tal dolor
Sollozos que bajan al profundo
No tengo palabras
¿Cuánto más puedo aguantar?
Sé que Dios no me ha abondano
Que El está en control
No estoy enojada
Pero siento que mi corazón se va a quebrar
Jesús entiende
Su corazón se rompió
Cuando los que El amó
Le quitaron la vida
Venció la muerte
Y vive en el cielo
Pero hay algo que permanece--
Las cicatrices en sus manos
Dios ha estado conmigo
A través de la tristeza
A través del valle de sombra
No tengo miedo
Después de un tiempo
No recordaré la punzada
Sanaré
Pero las cicatrices permanecerán
God's Promise
Isaiah 43: 1-5
This is what the Lord says--He who created you, O Rachel, He who formed you: Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior...you are precious and honored in My sight and I love you...Do not be afraid.
Psalm 27: 1-6
The Lord is my light and my salvation--whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be afraid? When evil advances against me to devour my flesh, when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall. Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident...For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle and set me high upon a rock...at His tabernacle I will sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the Lord.
God does not promised that I will not pass through hard times, but He has promised to be with me through them and not let me be harmed. So in tough situations, I will praise the Lord.
Isaiah 43: 1-5
This is what the Lord says--He who created you, O Rachel, He who formed you: Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior...you are precious and honored in My sight and I love you...Do not be afraid.
Psalm 27: 1-6
The Lord is my light and my salvation--whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be afraid? When evil advances against me to devour my flesh, when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall. Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident...For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle and set me high upon a rock...at His tabernacle I will sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the Lord.
God does not promised that I will not pass through hard times, but He has promised to be with me through them and not let me be harmed. So in tough situations, I will praise the Lord.
Friday, May 25, 2007
My Daddy
My dad is in the hospital after an operation to remove his kidney and a cancerous mass. We were praying that the surgery had removed all infected cells, but yesterday's results show that the cancer is outside the kidney in the fatty tissue and a couple lymph nodes. My dad and stepmom, who is a faithful and positive support, consulted with an oncologist and he will begin treatment in the next week or two, after my dad recovers more from the surgery. He goes home soon. Although this is sad news, my dad seems to be at peace and hopeful; he told the oncologist that "we look forward to the journey." It is a great shock for me and I am taking it pretty hard, being far away (although I talk to them daily). However, I know God is with my dad. The other morning in my devotions with God, He told me that God will be glorified. Later that day, my dad said the same. He is in the hands of the best Doctor, and I must trust Him.
My dad is in the hospital after an operation to remove his kidney and a cancerous mass. We were praying that the surgery had removed all infected cells, but yesterday's results show that the cancer is outside the kidney in the fatty tissue and a couple lymph nodes. My dad and stepmom, who is a faithful and positive support, consulted with an oncologist and he will begin treatment in the next week or two, after my dad recovers more from the surgery. He goes home soon. Although this is sad news, my dad seems to be at peace and hopeful; he told the oncologist that "we look forward to the journey." It is a great shock for me and I am taking it pretty hard, being far away (although I talk to them daily). However, I know God is with my dad. The other morning in my devotions with God, He told me that God will be glorified. Later that day, my dad said the same. He is in the hands of the best Doctor, and I must trust Him.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Bogotá, Colombia
A Ministry Outreach
On Monday, my team helped out a church to go to an isolated community that needs Jesus. We had been praying for this event for several weeks and all of us chose different groups to support--activities with children, cooking, nursing/ dentistry, beauty care (manicures and hair cuts), and evangelism. I wanted to be part of the evangelism, but when I arrived, I felt that God wanted me to serve. He put it in my heart to give hand massages with the manicurists. Every person who sat in front of me was an opportunity from the Lord to share the love of Jesus. God gave me wisdom to share the gospel, using the gospel bracelet (with the wordless book colors), and He gave strength to my hands to give massages from 10 am to 2 pm. Then we had lunch for 1000 people, along with some choreographies. It rained off and on, but the people stayed around and many heard and saw and felt the unconditional love of Jesus Christ. It was a good tired at the end of the day!
A Ministry Outreach
On Monday, my team helped out a church to go to an isolated community that needs Jesus. We had been praying for this event for several weeks and all of us chose different groups to support--activities with children, cooking, nursing/ dentistry, beauty care (manicures and hair cuts), and evangelism. I wanted to be part of the evangelism, but when I arrived, I felt that God wanted me to serve. He put it in my heart to give hand massages with the manicurists. Every person who sat in front of me was an opportunity from the Lord to share the love of Jesus. God gave me wisdom to share the gospel, using the gospel bracelet (with the wordless book colors), and He gave strength to my hands to give massages from 10 am to 2 pm. Then we had lunch for 1000 people, along with some choreographies. It rained off and on, but the people stayed around and many heard and saw and felt the unconditional love of Jesus Christ. It was a good tired at the end of the day!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Bogota, Colombia
YWAM Base
Entering the last week of classes...
Thank God!
It has been one hard school--three months of stones and walls to climb over (if I don't want to fall down). (It has been an emotional NIKO, the survival camp.) I almost have fallen several times, but God has been faithful to help me through and provide an out to give me just the strength I need to make it through the dark night. And joy comes in the morning!
It has been a challenging school from the week leading up to the start to the end. I have made friends and am learning to love people that do not understand me or are able to at present. I have received many tools to guide me and help me form a ministry based on the needs of the children to give them the love of the Father, and have suffered through some classes (because I either didn't understand, agree, or was just dealing with other problems and struggling to participate). I have reconciled with my friend Josué and encountered a difficulty with my friend Cecy. In every decision, every day, the Lord has shown Himself real to me.
I have had oportunities to minister and be ministered to. I have cried over sin, over past hurts, over my dad's sickness. I have worked through some wounds and found healing in Christ. I have read 10 books that have taught me more about leadership, children, ministry, and the Father-heart of God. I am creating a project that the Lord is developing in me to enable wounded children to express themselves through poetry to lead to inner healing and a closer knowledge of God.
The month of June I will be in a ministry to observe and apply what I have learned. Pray with me that the Lord leads me to the best location for me and what I want to do, in working locally with the community as well as in education.
It is very cold here as always, and I always appreciate the moments of sun. I struggle with the altitude, one reason that I have not felt well here. I long for Iquitos and its warmth--and my room and bathroom and bed! I know it was God's will that I complete this school, but living with 10 (very different) girls in one room, and being with them plus the one guy for 3 months straight has been difficult. Plus the director of the ministry hasn't been around much, and the director of the school has been another challenge--the way she has run the school, and there is no other staff (there's no team).
Thank you for your support, financially and prayerfully--for me as I finish this next month and make decisions afterward, and for my dad's health and all my family. These last two weeks have been really tough, but God has carried me in His peace and rest. I am grateful for His power and leading in my life.
YWAM Base
Entering the last week of classes...
Thank God!
It has been one hard school--three months of stones and walls to climb over (if I don't want to fall down). (It has been an emotional NIKO, the survival camp.) I almost have fallen several times, but God has been faithful to help me through and provide an out to give me just the strength I need to make it through the dark night. And joy comes in the morning!
It has been a challenging school from the week leading up to the start to the end. I have made friends and am learning to love people that do not understand me or are able to at present. I have received many tools to guide me and help me form a ministry based on the needs of the children to give them the love of the Father, and have suffered through some classes (because I either didn't understand, agree, or was just dealing with other problems and struggling to participate). I have reconciled with my friend Josué and encountered a difficulty with my friend Cecy. In every decision, every day, the Lord has shown Himself real to me.
I have had oportunities to minister and be ministered to. I have cried over sin, over past hurts, over my dad's sickness. I have worked through some wounds and found healing in Christ. I have read 10 books that have taught me more about leadership, children, ministry, and the Father-heart of God. I am creating a project that the Lord is developing in me to enable wounded children to express themselves through poetry to lead to inner healing and a closer knowledge of God.
The month of June I will be in a ministry to observe and apply what I have learned. Pray with me that the Lord leads me to the best location for me and what I want to do, in working locally with the community as well as in education.
It is very cold here as always, and I always appreciate the moments of sun. I struggle with the altitude, one reason that I have not felt well here. I long for Iquitos and its warmth--and my room and bathroom and bed! I know it was God's will that I complete this school, but living with 10 (very different) girls in one room, and being with them plus the one guy for 3 months straight has been difficult. Plus the director of the ministry hasn't been around much, and the director of the school has been another challenge--the way she has run the school, and there is no other staff (there's no team).
Thank you for your support, financially and prayerfully--for me as I finish this next month and make decisions afterward, and for my dad's health and all my family. These last two weeks have been really tough, but God has carried me in His peace and rest. I am grateful for His power and leading in my life.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Back to Bogota
The event Saturday morning at the Colombianita, a two-block shack town of 250 children plus the adults, was a success! (see photo)They are recyclers, going through trash to find cans, bottles, and plastics that can be recyled, so it is very dirty and ugly. But the children are beautiful. I was a clown and helped to draw a crowd, participated in the children's songs, one of the choreographies, and acted like a child during the Gospel presentation, asking questions and praying the salvation prayer with the children (and some adults)! The presence of God was present, especially during the prayer and I feel that God is there and has not forgotten "these untouchables."
Prayer Requests:
That the Lord will show us as a team how to deal with specific situation;
That I will be respectful, loving, and patient with my team;
That I will be given an outreach location for the month of June where I can observe Christian and family principles--working within the community and teaching and have a kind family with whom to stay;
and that I will rest better at night so as to not be tired during the day to learn everything I can in this last month of classes.
The event Saturday morning at the Colombianita, a two-block shack town of 250 children plus the adults, was a success! (see photo)They are recyclers, going through trash to find cans, bottles, and plastics that can be recyled, so it is very dirty and ugly. But the children are beautiful. I was a clown and helped to draw a crowd, participated in the children's songs, one of the choreographies, and acted like a child during the Gospel presentation, asking questions and praying the salvation prayer with the children (and some adults)! The presence of God was present, especially during the prayer and I feel that God is there and has not forgotten "these untouchables."
Prayer Requests:
That the Lord will show us as a team how to deal with specific situation;
That I will be respectful, loving, and patient with my team;
That I will be given an outreach location for the month of June where I can observe Christian and family principles--working within the community and teaching and have a kind family with whom to stay;
and that I will rest better at night so as to not be tired during the day to learn everything I can in this last month of classes.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Untouchable
By Rachel C. Deal
I came to Him, an untouchable
A lover of the world and its sin
I was dirty, ragged, snot-nosed
And still He let me in
Into His arms wide open I came
Broken and full of shame
But He never once turned down His nose
He didn’t shoo me away
The pain of my past had closed my heart
Yet I begged with open hands
I couldn’t look Him in the eyes
Who was this gentle man?
“Give! Give!” was all I knew to say
Take was all I did
But when I saw my ugliness
I ran from Him and hid
He searched for me and cleaned me up
With love unconditional
He showed me myself in the mirror of grace
His beauty is what I saw
He has made me a woman of value
A pearl of great price
And now He’s calling me to be
His arms open wide
La Intocable
Vine a El, una intocable
Amante del mundo y su pecado
Estaba sucia, mocosa, y con ropa rota
Y aun me dejo entrar
Adentro de sus brazos abiertos llegué
Quebrantada y llena de vergüenza
Pero ni una vez El agachó la mirada
Nunca me despreció
El dolor del pasado había cerrado mi corazón
Pero mendigué con manos abiertas
No pude mirarlo en sus ojos
¿Quién era este hombre?
“Dame! Dame!” fue todo lo que sabia decir
Tomar fue todo lo que hice
Pero yo cuando vi mi fealdad
Huí de El y me escondí
El me buscaba y me lavó
Con amor incondicional
Me mostró a mi misma en el espejo de la gracia
Su belleza fue lo que vi
El me hizo una mujer de valor
Una perla preciosa
Y ahora me está llamando a ser
Sus brazos abiertos
By Rachel C. Deal
I came to Him, an untouchable
A lover of the world and its sin
I was dirty, ragged, snot-nosed
And still He let me in
Into His arms wide open I came
Broken and full of shame
But He never once turned down His nose
He didn’t shoo me away
The pain of my past had closed my heart
Yet I begged with open hands
I couldn’t look Him in the eyes
Who was this gentle man?
“Give! Give!” was all I knew to say
Take was all I did
But when I saw my ugliness
I ran from Him and hid
He searched for me and cleaned me up
With love unconditional
He showed me myself in the mirror of grace
His beauty is what I saw
He has made me a woman of value
A pearl of great price
And now He’s calling me to be
His arms open wide
La Intocable
Vine a El, una intocable
Amante del mundo y su pecado
Estaba sucia, mocosa, y con ropa rota
Y aun me dejo entrar
Adentro de sus brazos abiertos llegué
Quebrantada y llena de vergüenza
Pero ni una vez El agachó la mirada
Nunca me despreció
El dolor del pasado había cerrado mi corazón
Pero mendigué con manos abiertas
No pude mirarlo en sus ojos
¿Quién era este hombre?
“Dame! Dame!” fue todo lo que sabia decir
Tomar fue todo lo que hice
Pero yo cuando vi mi fealdad
Huí de El y me escondí
El me buscaba y me lavó
Con amor incondicional
Me mostró a mi misma en el espejo de la gracia
Su belleza fue lo que vi
El me hizo una mujer de valor
Una perla preciosa
Y ahora me está llamando a ser
Sus brazos abiertos
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Bogota, Colombia
Lord, I have believed so many lies for so long. Today I declare the truth, your truth about me, a different story, where I am not afraid, where my life is for Your glory. I hear your voice calling to me and I will choose today to believe the truth, what you are singing over me, your love and goodness. I walk on water, on faith, fighting giants, knowing that You are with me, winning battles, doing well. I am surprised that you have brought me here and I am thankful for Your compassion and gentle, tender care over me. You are a good shepherd and I love You and trust You and give my life to You, whatever the cost, whatever the sacrifice, I will follow you, O Voice of Truth. Amen.
Lord, I have believed so many lies for so long. Today I declare the truth, your truth about me, a different story, where I am not afraid, where my life is for Your glory. I hear your voice calling to me and I will choose today to believe the truth, what you are singing over me, your love and goodness. I walk on water, on faith, fighting giants, knowing that You are with me, winning battles, doing well. I am surprised that you have brought me here and I am thankful for Your compassion and gentle, tender care over me. You are a good shepherd and I love You and trust You and give my life to You, whatever the cost, whatever the sacrifice, I will follow you, O Voice of Truth. Amen.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Bogota, Colombia
Week 7
Half way through the school. This week was the toughest as last weekend, I went to a ministry to help with drug addict or rebellious boys from ages 10-15. Then I returned to the base running, and we have not had a break--classes on fatherlessness and family violence, lots of homework, thinking, crying, a prophet who shared a word from God to us--just a heavy week.
Yesterday, I went to DAS to renew my visa (another worry although I felt in my heart that God would give me the days I needed to finish the school, which ends June 29). I was given until July 10, so that's a blessing!
Another blessing has been the folks who have been at my side though a process of healing, which is always hard but results in a more Christ-like character.
A recent word that God gave me is that He accepts me just as I am. And that I can rest in His acceptance even in the midst of busyness, chaos, and difficulties.
Today I cleaned house, helped with lunch (for 30 people), and am now going to read and rest and draw and write--things I like and need to do, and haven't had time for all week.
Thanks for prayers for strength, peace, patience, and love for others and myself. Thanks for your fiancial support and letters of encouragement, as well. I really appreciate hearing from you! May the God of peace dwell richly in your hearts!
Week 7
Half way through the school. This week was the toughest as last weekend, I went to a ministry to help with drug addict or rebellious boys from ages 10-15. Then I returned to the base running, and we have not had a break--classes on fatherlessness and family violence, lots of homework, thinking, crying, a prophet who shared a word from God to us--just a heavy week.
Yesterday, I went to DAS to renew my visa (another worry although I felt in my heart that God would give me the days I needed to finish the school, which ends June 29). I was given until July 10, so that's a blessing!
Another blessing has been the folks who have been at my side though a process of healing, which is always hard but results in a more Christ-like character.
A recent word that God gave me is that He accepts me just as I am. And that I can rest in His acceptance even in the midst of busyness, chaos, and difficulties.
Today I cleaned house, helped with lunch (for 30 people), and am now going to read and rest and draw and write--things I like and need to do, and haven't had time for all week.
Thanks for prayers for strength, peace, patience, and love for others and myself. Thanks for your fiancial support and letters of encouragement, as well. I really appreciate hearing from you! May the God of peace dwell richly in your hearts!
Sunday, April 08, 2007
NIKO Survival Camp
Bucaramanga, Colombia
George Matheson, the well-known blind preacher of Scotland, who has gone to be with the Lord, said: "My God, I have never thanked Thee for my thorn. I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but not once for my thorn. I have been looking forward to a world where I shall get compensation for my cross; but I have never thought of my cross as itself a present glory.”
Every week I must write a summary for the school of what I learned along with roses (pleasures) and thorns (challenges). I learn from both, but the thorns definitely prove and form my character.
Notes for Mercy School, April 1-5:
Roses:
I SURVIVED!!
Finding myself in better health than I had expected
Enjoying nature and singing praises as I hiked
When it was really hot, I prayed and it rained lightly
Working well with my team
Making friends with one of my Latina teammates
Learning that I need to respond better under stress or conflicts, taking special care when I’m tired or sick
Having my team support me when I was in pain
Being able to do more than I had thought
Thorns:
Getting really annoyed with some poor choices of other team members that affected me
Getting hurt
Knowing that my attitude at one time of frustration affected my team
Not being sufficiently prepared for NIKO
Personal Application:
Every decision made brings consequences—good decisions bring good consequences always, and bad decisions bring bad consequences always. In God’s world, I can’t make a bad decision and expect a good consequence. With God’s help, I will make good decisions that bless others, please God, and bring good consequences.
I want to improve in my responses in the midst of conflicts—when someone interrupts or questions me, I want to learn to explain calmly and listen, not get defensive, angry, or sullen (withdraw).
I want to continue to work out (stretch and walk) so that I can get into good shape.
I can go further than I think, so with God’s help and strength, I will stretch my limits.
Ministerial Application:
Team work is vital. I cannot survive real life with its stresses, pleasures, sadnesses, and needs independently. I must trust in God, leaders, and others to help me. I must ask when I need help to lighten my load, before it’s an emergency. I want to be aware of others’ needs and willing to help lighten their loads.
Helping others who need help, hard work, sacrifice is rewarding—I might not even receive thanks, but the satisfaction and joy that I feel is reward enough. I want to always be focused on loving and serving others.
Bucaramanga, Colombia
George Matheson, the well-known blind preacher of Scotland, who has gone to be with the Lord, said: "My God, I have never thanked Thee for my thorn. I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but not once for my thorn. I have been looking forward to a world where I shall get compensation for my cross; but I have never thought of my cross as itself a present glory.”
Every week I must write a summary for the school of what I learned along with roses (pleasures) and thorns (challenges). I learn from both, but the thorns definitely prove and form my character.
Notes for Mercy School, April 1-5:
Roses:
I SURVIVED!!
Finding myself in better health than I had expected
Enjoying nature and singing praises as I hiked
When it was really hot, I prayed and it rained lightly
Working well with my team
Making friends with one of my Latina teammates
Learning that I need to respond better under stress or conflicts, taking special care when I’m tired or sick
Having my team support me when I was in pain
Being able to do more than I had thought
Thorns:
Getting really annoyed with some poor choices of other team members that affected me
Getting hurt
Knowing that my attitude at one time of frustration affected my team
Not being sufficiently prepared for NIKO
Personal Application:
Every decision made brings consequences—good decisions bring good consequences always, and bad decisions bring bad consequences always. In God’s world, I can’t make a bad decision and expect a good consequence. With God’s help, I will make good decisions that bless others, please God, and bring good consequences.
I want to improve in my responses in the midst of conflicts—when someone interrupts or questions me, I want to learn to explain calmly and listen, not get defensive, angry, or sullen (withdraw).
I want to continue to work out (stretch and walk) so that I can get into good shape.
I can go further than I think, so with God’s help and strength, I will stretch my limits.
Ministerial Application:
Team work is vital. I cannot survive real life with its stresses, pleasures, sadnesses, and needs independently. I must trust in God, leaders, and others to help me. I must ask when I need help to lighten my load, before it’s an emergency. I want to be aware of others’ needs and willing to help lighten their loads.
Helping others who need help, hard work, sacrifice is rewarding—I might not even receive thanks, but the satisfaction and joy that I feel is reward enough. I want to always be focused on loving and serving others.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Bogota, Colombia
Week 2
Schedule:
6 am wake up
6:30 devotional
7:30 chores
8 am breakfast
8:30 group devotion (by a student)
9-1:15 lesson 1:30 lunch
2:30-4 pm lesson
4-7 time to walk, do homework, read, memorize Bible verse, prepare dinner (we take turns)
7 pm dinner
10 in rooms
Book reports--every 2 weeks, I´m on book 4 of required 8
Creative book--summary of week, what we learned
The lessons have been on the Bill Gothard Seminary character qualities, the psyche of the child from conception, and information on children´s needs and minstries. (I´ve been translating most of the teachings; another student takes notes for me.)
I have very little free time. Today we spent the day at a farm a couple hours from the base, a ministry with boys who have been rescued from heading to the streets, because of family problems. It´s an institution and I really see God putting it in my heart to encourage family not institution. It was a long day and I have the creative book to work on. I hope to visit Cecy and David on Sunday. There is a lot to talk about.
I am glad I am here, and my team of 10 is united. 9 girls sleep in one big room, and the boy shares a room with a staff. I am glad there are veggetables at some meals and I buy fruits. But there is still a lot of carbs (rice and potatoes) served. I am trying to exercise, to get back in shape from the surgery. In a couple weeks we are going to do a 5-day survival ropes course, and as much as I want to do it, and it´s required, I´m not in good shape right now.
So I ask for prayers for sleep, rest, strength, energy, motivation to work out and do my work, the ability to prioritize my time well, and the heart to hear God´s direction for my life. I will be faced with some decisions soon and really need prayers. Thanks. Many blessings on you all.
Week 2
Schedule:
6 am wake up
6:30 devotional
7:30 chores
8 am breakfast
8:30 group devotion (by a student)
9-1:15 lesson 1:30 lunch
2:30-4 pm lesson
4-7 time to walk, do homework, read, memorize Bible verse, prepare dinner (we take turns)
7 pm dinner
10 in rooms
Book reports--every 2 weeks, I´m on book 4 of required 8
Creative book--summary of week, what we learned
The lessons have been on the Bill Gothard Seminary character qualities, the psyche of the child from conception, and information on children´s needs and minstries. (I´ve been translating most of the teachings; another student takes notes for me.)
I have very little free time. Today we spent the day at a farm a couple hours from the base, a ministry with boys who have been rescued from heading to the streets, because of family problems. It´s an institution and I really see God putting it in my heart to encourage family not institution. It was a long day and I have the creative book to work on. I hope to visit Cecy and David on Sunday. There is a lot to talk about.
I am glad I am here, and my team of 10 is united. 9 girls sleep in one big room, and the boy shares a room with a staff. I am glad there are veggetables at some meals and I buy fruits. But there is still a lot of carbs (rice and potatoes) served. I am trying to exercise, to get back in shape from the surgery. In a couple weeks we are going to do a 5-day survival ropes course, and as much as I want to do it, and it´s required, I´m not in good shape right now.
So I ask for prayers for sleep, rest, strength, energy, motivation to work out and do my work, the ability to prioritize my time well, and the heart to hear God´s direction for my life. I will be faced with some decisions soon and really need prayers. Thanks. Many blessings on you all.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I encourage you to read more about the ministry where I am presently going to be studying for the next four months: www.colombiastreetkids.org/
It's an amazing ministry and I pray the Lord leads me into ministering to children in a way that 1) brings Him glory, 2) reaches many needy children, and 3) uses my strengthes and perhaps even more my weaknesses.
It's an amazing ministry and I pray the Lord leads me into ministering to children in a way that 1) brings Him glory, 2) reaches many needy children, and 3) uses my strengthes and perhaps even more my weaknesses.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Nightmare
I wake up drenched in sweat
In the middle of the night
I can hardly breathe
And long to see the light
Why am I so sad?
How long will the darkness last?
I can’t endure the pain
From a haunted past
Paralyzed on my bed
I wallow in hot tears
Oh God rescue me
Save me from my fears
Ah, I see the Light
Come to bring the day
I choose to rejoice in the One
Who takes the night away
Morning has arrived
Making me rise up and sing
In the sunshine I know
The joy of the Lord is my strength
Pesadilla
Me despierto sudando
En la medianoche
No puedo respirar
Anhelo ver la luz
¿Porque estoy tan triste?
¿Cuanto durará la oscuridad?
No aguanto el dolor
De un pasado angustiado
Paralizada en la cama
Me ahogo en mis lágrimas
Dios mió, rescátame
Sálvame de mis temores
Ah, veo la Luz
Trayéndome el día
Elijo regocijarme en El
Que quitó la noche
La mañana ha llegado
Haciendo levantarme y cantar
En el sol, yo sé
Que el gozo del Señor es mi fortaleza
By Rachel C. Deal
I wake up drenched in sweat
In the middle of the night
I can hardly breathe
And long to see the light
Why am I so sad?
How long will the darkness last?
I can’t endure the pain
From a haunted past
Paralyzed on my bed
I wallow in hot tears
Oh God rescue me
Save me from my fears
Ah, I see the Light
Come to bring the day
I choose to rejoice in the One
Who takes the night away
Morning has arrived
Making me rise up and sing
In the sunshine I know
The joy of the Lord is my strength
Pesadilla
Me despierto sudando
En la medianoche
No puedo respirar
Anhelo ver la luz
¿Porque estoy tan triste?
¿Cuanto durará la oscuridad?
No aguanto el dolor
De un pasado angustiado
Paralizada en la cama
Me ahogo en mis lágrimas
Dios mió, rescátame
Sálvame de mis temores
Ah, veo la Luz
Trayéndome el día
Elijo regocijarme en El
Que quitó la noche
La mañana ha llegado
Haciendo levantarme y cantar
En el sol, yo sé
Que el gozo del Señor es mi fortaleza
By Rachel C. Deal
Bogota, Colombia
It has been three weeks since I left the States. Upon arriving in Iquitos, I was very occupied with the preparations of the wedding as well as buying materials for the fence we have now put around the property in Iquitos. The cost to fence the 5 acres and hire workers (at $5 a day) was $650. This will keep people out and help people know that we will be building on the property soon. It is a big job to clean the brush and trees and maintain the property, as everything grows fast in the jungle. We want to build a large hut (“maloca”) of about 20 meters square. This will probably cost $2000 if we hire local workers. If we brought in a volunteer construction team, we would only need to hire a master who could teach the workers how to build the maloca and buy the materials. Please pray with me that God’s will be done. We want to build things that last and not cut corners, but at the same time get the best deal so as to not waste money.
The wedding was beautiful and sweet. David and Cecy are here in Bogotá, and will be settling down for a few months here, before returning to live in Iquitos. There are some big prayer requests concerning our beginning the ministry—a lot of questions and details to work out. God is in control and completely trustworthy. We just need to pray that we make the right decisions and make them as a team. There have been a lot of changes in my life in the last year, and I hope that these 4 months in Bogota help me clarify things in my heart. I want to be in Iquitos—I am excited and happy about the work to be done there. But right now, I need to focus on learning how to work with street kids and being open to what God has for me. This will be a great school for me.
I came a week early to Bogota with David, Cecy, and Cecy’s sister, Juliana, for a second “wedding” with David’s family; and I am staying at the YWAM base where I will be attending the school that starts March 4. I am living in the middle of the office space temporarily while the dorms are being constructed, However, I trust God and His plan for me. I want to use this extra time to rest, pray, write, read, and get to know the people at the base.
I am a little tired today because of the busyness before the wedding, being in the wedding, packing for Bogota, the 2 day boat ride to Leticia, conversations about future plans, a meeting with Pastor Jaime Useche to agree that I will be working in Iquitos not Leticia, but it is all working out fine. I am safe in the YWAM base. Change is always in front of me and I am content that I am in a good place spiritually and physically. Phil. 4:11
Prayer Requests:
Concentration, clarity, and organization
Confidence in what God is doing in and through me
During my time in Bogotá these next four months: safety, health, wisdom, rest, friendships, an open mind to God’s voice, and submission to authority
The team God is preparing for the street children ministry in Iquitos, Perú
Funds and wisdom in continued building plans
Praises:
The fence has been completed around our property in Iquitos
I am healing well from the operation and seem to have better health J
A good time in the 2 weeks I was in Iquitos—the wedding was beautiful, I hung out with my friends, and all my things I’d stored in my rented room are fine
An opportunity on the ship (“lancha”) to witness to a young Peruvian who accepted the Lord as Savior and Father!
A warm welcome here at the YWAM Bogotá base
Love in Christ, Rachel
February 23, 2007
I wrote the Nightmare today, not because I had a nightmare, but because I realized that living in the joy of the morning or the sorrow of night is my choice. I actually slept well, and have felt very welcomed here, the director talked to me for a long time about his vision of making the children part of the family not an institution. I am very happy that I will be here to learn more about how to work well with needy kids. Thanks for continued prayers and support.
It has been three weeks since I left the States. Upon arriving in Iquitos, I was very occupied with the preparations of the wedding as well as buying materials for the fence we have now put around the property in Iquitos. The cost to fence the 5 acres and hire workers (at $5 a day) was $650. This will keep people out and help people know that we will be building on the property soon. It is a big job to clean the brush and trees and maintain the property, as everything grows fast in the jungle. We want to build a large hut (“maloca”) of about 20 meters square. This will probably cost $2000 if we hire local workers. If we brought in a volunteer construction team, we would only need to hire a master who could teach the workers how to build the maloca and buy the materials. Please pray with me that God’s will be done. We want to build things that last and not cut corners, but at the same time get the best deal so as to not waste money.
The wedding was beautiful and sweet. David and Cecy are here in Bogotá, and will be settling down for a few months here, before returning to live in Iquitos. There are some big prayer requests concerning our beginning the ministry—a lot of questions and details to work out. God is in control and completely trustworthy. We just need to pray that we make the right decisions and make them as a team. There have been a lot of changes in my life in the last year, and I hope that these 4 months in Bogota help me clarify things in my heart. I want to be in Iquitos—I am excited and happy about the work to be done there. But right now, I need to focus on learning how to work with street kids and being open to what God has for me. This will be a great school for me.
I came a week early to Bogota with David, Cecy, and Cecy’s sister, Juliana, for a second “wedding” with David’s family; and I am staying at the YWAM base where I will be attending the school that starts March 4. I am living in the middle of the office space temporarily while the dorms are being constructed, However, I trust God and His plan for me. I want to use this extra time to rest, pray, write, read, and get to know the people at the base.
I am a little tired today because of the busyness before the wedding, being in the wedding, packing for Bogota, the 2 day boat ride to Leticia, conversations about future plans, a meeting with Pastor Jaime Useche to agree that I will be working in Iquitos not Leticia, but it is all working out fine. I am safe in the YWAM base. Change is always in front of me and I am content that I am in a good place spiritually and physically. Phil. 4:11
Prayer Requests:
Concentration, clarity, and organization
Confidence in what God is doing in and through me
During my time in Bogotá these next four months: safety, health, wisdom, rest, friendships, an open mind to God’s voice, and submission to authority
The team God is preparing for the street children ministry in Iquitos, Perú
Funds and wisdom in continued building plans
Praises:
The fence has been completed around our property in Iquitos
I am healing well from the operation and seem to have better health J
A good time in the 2 weeks I was in Iquitos—the wedding was beautiful, I hung out with my friends, and all my things I’d stored in my rented room are fine
An opportunity on the ship (“lancha”) to witness to a young Peruvian who accepted the Lord as Savior and Father!
A warm welcome here at the YWAM Bogotá base
Love in Christ, Rachel
February 23, 2007
I wrote the Nightmare today, not because I had a nightmare, but because I realized that living in the joy of the morning or the sorrow of night is my choice. I actually slept well, and have felt very welcomed here, the director talked to me for a long time about his vision of making the children part of the family not an institution. I am very happy that I will be here to learn more about how to work well with needy kids. Thanks for continued prayers and support.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Peru
It was a busy last week, but I am packed and ready to go to the airport. I'll be in Lima early tomorrow morning and will write soon to let you know of my arrival. I am excited and blessed to be sent to work in the Amazon. I ask for prayers for protection, wisdom, and peace--that I will rest in the plans God has for me, "plans to give me a future and a hope." Thanks for supporting me during this "emergency" trip home. It's been great to see everyone and receive a clearer vision of God's heart for the street kids of Iquitos.
It was a busy last week, but I am packed and ready to go to the airport. I'll be in Lima early tomorrow morning and will write soon to let you know of my arrival. I am excited and blessed to be sent to work in the Amazon. I ask for prayers for protection, wisdom, and peace--that I will rest in the plans God has for me, "plans to give me a future and a hope." Thanks for supporting me during this "emergency" trip home. It's been great to see everyone and receive a clearer vision of God's heart for the street kids of Iquitos.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
A Gift from God: Being a Street Child
By Webster Nhlanhla Nxele
Johannesburg, South Africa
What is this gift doing on the street?
Where does this gift sleep?
He sleeps on the street or on the bed like you?
What does this child eat?
This child has a dream but because he is on the street,
He cannot make his dream come true.
He is now using drugs to forget who he is.
What is he doing with his life?
What future does his life on the street have for him?
When the nights come,
He has to see where he is going to sleep.
He must drug himself so that he can pretend
He is inside the house like you,
Going to sleep on his bed with his warm blankets.
That’s only imagination
In truth he is going to sleep on the street
And all that strong wind and rain will end up on him.
When he suffers from all these pains,
Who is looking after him?
Who is taking care of him or to the doctor?
He has to wait until he gets better on his own.
These children are people like us.
Let us help them.
They are a gift from God.
Put them first.
~from No Turning Back: a novel of South Africa by Beverly Naidoo
By Webster Nhlanhla Nxele
Johannesburg, South Africa
What is this gift doing on the street?
Where does this gift sleep?
He sleeps on the street or on the bed like you?
What does this child eat?
This child has a dream but because he is on the street,
He cannot make his dream come true.
He is now using drugs to forget who he is.
What is he doing with his life?
What future does his life on the street have for him?
When the nights come,
He has to see where he is going to sleep.
He must drug himself so that he can pretend
He is inside the house like you,
Going to sleep on his bed with his warm blankets.
That’s only imagination
In truth he is going to sleep on the street
And all that strong wind and rain will end up on him.
When he suffers from all these pains,
Who is looking after him?
Who is taking care of him or to the doctor?
He has to wait until he gets better on his own.
These children are people like us.
Let us help them.
They are a gift from God.
Put them first.
~from No Turning Back: a novel of South Africa by Beverly Naidoo
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Dear Iquitos, Hidden Jewel
Dear Iquitos, beautiful city
You have welcomed me with open arms
Never have I known such intensity
You, who lie alongside the world’s longest river, have shown me true love and great need
A maze of streets, with fruit-sellers and sleeping children
You, with your glorious sunsets, hospitality, and sloths and snakes, captivate my heart
You, with your abandoned children, begging for food, searching through the dump, walking barefooted, make my heart cry
Dear Iquitos, hidden jewel
I will search for and find the precious children if it takes a life-time
Together we can give them a better future, free from the need of begging, working for nothing, prostitution, abuse, drugs, and fighting
Dear Iquitos, who has given me a place to call home
Take care of my babies, those who are old too soon, even those not yet born
Let’s give them a chance at life, hope, peace, and joy
Let’s give them a chance of safety, education, and self-worth
Let’s give them a chance to know Jesus’ love
According to the UN, children are supposed to be: “innocent, vulnerable and dependent, curious, active and full of hope, lives of joy, peace, playing, learning, and growing, with a future of harmony and cooperation, maturing as they broaden their perspectives and gain new experiences.”
Dear children of Iquitos
You who are made in God’s image and tenderly loved by Him
That is what I desire for you
Dear Iquitos, beautiful city
You have welcomed me with open arms
Never have I known such intensity
You, who lie alongside the world’s longest river, have shown me true love and great need
A maze of streets, with fruit-sellers and sleeping children
You, with your glorious sunsets, hospitality, and sloths and snakes, captivate my heart
You, with your abandoned children, begging for food, searching through the dump, walking barefooted, make my heart cry
Dear Iquitos, hidden jewel
I will search for and find the precious children if it takes a life-time
Together we can give them a better future, free from the need of begging, working for nothing, prostitution, abuse, drugs, and fighting
Dear Iquitos, who has given me a place to call home
Take care of my babies, those who are old too soon, even those not yet born
Let’s give them a chance at life, hope, peace, and joy
Let’s give them a chance of safety, education, and self-worth
Let’s give them a chance to know Jesus’ love
According to the UN, children are supposed to be: “innocent, vulnerable and dependent, curious, active and full of hope, lives of joy, peace, playing, learning, and growing, with a future of harmony and cooperation, maturing as they broaden their perspectives and gain new experiences.”
Dear children of Iquitos
You who are made in God’s image and tenderly loved by Him
That is what I desire for you
Prayers for Children
By Amy Carmichael
Father, hear us, we are praying
Hear the words of our hearts saying
We are praying for our children
Keep them from the powers of evil
From the secret, hidden peril
Father, hear us for our children
From the whirlpool that would suck them
From the treacherous quicksand pluck them
Father, hear us for our children
From the worldling’s hollow gladness
From the sting of faithless sadness
Father, Father, keep our children
Through life’s troubled waters steer them
Through life’s’ bitter battles cheer them
Father, Father, be Thou near them
Read the language of our longing
Read the wordless pleadings thronging
Holy Father, for our children
And wherever they may bide
Lead them home at eventide.
By Amy Carmichael
Father, hear us, we are praying
Hear the words of our hearts saying
We are praying for our children
Keep them from the powers of evil
From the secret, hidden peril
Father, hear us for our children
From the whirlpool that would suck them
From the treacherous quicksand pluck them
Father, hear us for our children
From the worldling’s hollow gladness
From the sting of faithless sadness
Father, Father, keep our children
Through life’s troubled waters steer them
Through life’s’ bitter battles cheer them
Father, Father, be Thou near them
Read the language of our longing
Read the wordless pleadings thronging
Holy Father, for our children
And wherever they may bide
Lead them home at eventide.
I am endangered
I am voiceless
I am invisible
I am of low esteem
I am a waste of time
I am hidden under poverty
I am hungry
I am alone
I am a silent emergency
My name does not matter
I am every child
Did you know?? *
•there are 2.2. billion children in the world, one billion of whom live in poverty?
•more than 11 million of us children die each year before reaching the age of five—that’s 210,000 every week?
•8 million of us die yearly from one or more of five diseases that move in on our bodies that have been weakened by hunger: pneumonia, diarrhea, measles, malaria, and malnutrition, most of which are preventable or treatable?
•we kids lose 443 million school days each year from water-related illness, a lack of water or a lack of sanitation and 1.8 million of our deaths result from diarrhea—that’s 3 children per minute?
•3000 of us die every day—that’s one kid every 30 seconds—from malaria in Africa alone due to a lack of programs to prevent and antimalarial to treat malaria?
•30,000 of us children die each day due to poverty? According to UNICEF, we “die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world. Being weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.”
•16,000 of us die from hunger-related causes every day—that’s one kid every five seconds?
•15 million of us were orphaned this year due to our parents’ dying from AIDS?
•200 of us are dying every day in Iraq, a number that has been increasing since the war started in 2003, from malnutrition, a lack of clean water, and a lack of medical equipment and drugs to cure easily treatable diseases?
•most of us are illiterate because we are fighting to survive (mostly working for a pittance in deplorable situations)—121 million of us have never been to school?
•more money is spent on ice cream every year than education and water sanitation together?
•in Brasil, killing children is a pastime for police: 4 to 5 adolescents are murdered daily, a child is beaten every 12 minutes, 4.5 million children under 12 are working, and 500,000 children are engaged in domestic labor?
•there are 150 million street kids, most of whom do not have a home to go to at night?
•in the United States, a million of us are abused yearly and four die daily?
•we are often sold into slavery or prostitution to pay off a family debt or because our family can’t afford to feed us?
•we are often forced to beg on the streets to buy drugs for our parents?
•most of us have never heard about Jesus’ love?
*Due to a lack of available information, not all stats are up-to-date.
I am voiceless
I am invisible
I am of low esteem
I am a waste of time
I am hidden under poverty
I am hungry
I am alone
I am a silent emergency
My name does not matter
I am every child
Did you know?? *
•there are 2.2. billion children in the world, one billion of whom live in poverty?
•more than 11 million of us children die each year before reaching the age of five—that’s 210,000 every week?
•8 million of us die yearly from one or more of five diseases that move in on our bodies that have been weakened by hunger: pneumonia, diarrhea, measles, malaria, and malnutrition, most of which are preventable or treatable?
•we kids lose 443 million school days each year from water-related illness, a lack of water or a lack of sanitation and 1.8 million of our deaths result from diarrhea—that’s 3 children per minute?
•3000 of us die every day—that’s one kid every 30 seconds—from malaria in Africa alone due to a lack of programs to prevent and antimalarial to treat malaria?
•30,000 of us children die each day due to poverty? According to UNICEF, we “die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world. Being weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.”
•16,000 of us die from hunger-related causes every day—that’s one kid every five seconds?
•15 million of us were orphaned this year due to our parents’ dying from AIDS?
•200 of us are dying every day in Iraq, a number that has been increasing since the war started in 2003, from malnutrition, a lack of clean water, and a lack of medical equipment and drugs to cure easily treatable diseases?
•most of us are illiterate because we are fighting to survive (mostly working for a pittance in deplorable situations)—121 million of us have never been to school?
•more money is spent on ice cream every year than education and water sanitation together?
•in Brasil, killing children is a pastime for police: 4 to 5 adolescents are murdered daily, a child is beaten every 12 minutes, 4.5 million children under 12 are working, and 500,000 children are engaged in domestic labor?
•there are 150 million street kids, most of whom do not have a home to go to at night?
•in the United States, a million of us are abused yearly and four die daily?
•we are often sold into slavery or prostitution to pay off a family debt or because our family can’t afford to feed us?
•we are often forced to beg on the streets to buy drugs for our parents?
•most of us have never heard about Jesus’ love?
*Due to a lack of available information, not all stats are up-to-date.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Only
By Rachel C. Deal
I only love God 7 days of the week
I only serve Him 24 hours a day
I only enjoy His beauty 60 seconds per hour
And only all the time do I—in the Spirit—pray
I’m only fully given to my Father in heaven
I only am His child 100%
I only know I’ll be with Him always and forever
And only do I trust in a love that’s permanent
I only find God’s grace a gift that never ceases
I only put my faith in a salvation that endures
I only worship Him the moments I am breathing
And only when my heart beats do I obey His Word
Solo
Solo amo a Dios 7 días de la semana
Solo le sirvo 24 horas por día
Solo disfruto su belleza 60 segundos por hora
Y solo siempre—en el Espíritu—oro
Solo completamente soy de mi Padre en el cielo
Solo soy su hija 100%
Solo sé que estaré con El para la eternidad
Y solo confío en un amor permanente
Solo encuentro la gracia de Dios un regalo que nunca cesa
Solo pongo mi fe en una salvación que endura
Solo le adoro los momentos que respiro
Y solo cuando late el corazón obedezco la Palabra
By Rachel C. Deal
I only love God 7 days of the week
I only serve Him 24 hours a day
I only enjoy His beauty 60 seconds per hour
And only all the time do I—in the Spirit—pray
I’m only fully given to my Father in heaven
I only am His child 100%
I only know I’ll be with Him always and forever
And only do I trust in a love that’s permanent
I only find God’s grace a gift that never ceases
I only put my faith in a salvation that endures
I only worship Him the moments I am breathing
And only when my heart beats do I obey His Word
Solo
Solo amo a Dios 7 días de la semana
Solo le sirvo 24 horas por día
Solo disfruto su belleza 60 segundos por hora
Y solo siempre—en el Espíritu—oro
Solo completamente soy de mi Padre en el cielo
Solo soy su hija 100%
Solo sé que estaré con El para la eternidad
Y solo confío en un amor permanente
Solo encuentro la gracia de Dios un regalo que nunca cesa
Solo pongo mi fe en una salvación que endura
Solo le adoro los momentos que respiro
Y solo cuando late el corazón obedezco la Palabra
Monday, January 15, 2007
the get together went well. thanks to bob for opening his house and to all who came and donated money toward my ministry in the amazon--to make the voice of the invisible children heard--to teach them the Truth. it's great to know i have a team behind me, supporting and praying for me. don't forget to consider being part of a building fund raiser in the fall (so we can begin to construct the children's home) and upcoming mission trips (construction/ medical/ service) starting summer 2008. many blessings.
WRITTEN IN FLESH
By Rachel C. Deal
The Word of God, Jesus Himself
Written on my heart
Etched in flesh, His revelations
From me will never depart
Meditating day and night
I delight to have Him close
The Great I AM, the sacrificial Lamb
He's what I want the most
The Word of God signed His Name in blood
The Life, the Truth, the Way
Hidden within so I might not sin
He lives on in my heart today
John 1:1-4, 14:6
Psalm 1:1-2, 119:11
By Rachel C. Deal
The Word of God, Jesus Himself
Written on my heart
Etched in flesh, His revelations
From me will never depart
Meditating day and night
I delight to have Him close
The Great I AM, the sacrificial Lamb
He's what I want the most
The Word of God signed His Name in blood
The Life, the Truth, the Way
Hidden within so I might not sin
He lives on in my heart today
John 1:1-4, 14:6
Psalm 1:1-2, 119:11
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Get Together at Bob's
This Friday evening, January 12, from 7-8:30, is the get-together, an opportunity for us to hang out, chat, and pray before I go back to the Amazon early February. I hope you come--it will really bless me. This is not per se a fund raiser, but there will be a basket available for any offerings you choose to give toward the street children ministry the Lord is building up in Iquitos. Directions are at the bottom of this page.
Thanks for viewing this blog. I hope you will continue to check in regularly and also leave comments, which is also a blessing to me.
This Friday evening, January 12, from 7-8:30, is the get-together, an opportunity for us to hang out, chat, and pray before I go back to the Amazon early February. I hope you come--it will really bless me. This is not per se a fund raiser, but there will be a basket available for any offerings you choose to give toward the street children ministry the Lord is building up in Iquitos. Directions are at the bottom of this page.
Thanks for viewing this blog. I hope you will continue to check in regularly and also leave comments, which is also a blessing to me.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
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