Last Day
I waited patiently for God to bring
The man of my dreams to me
And He gave me someone
Better than I could have hoped for
One this last day of singleness
After 32 years and 3 months
I smile and step forward in faith
Believing that I’ve made the best choice
Josué seems to know me
Inside and out
And he loves me
Unconditionally
He shows me God’s love
As my dad used to do
Whose absence, by the way,
Makes me sad
So tomorrow I say “I do”
With Papa Jorge giving me away
And marrying me to a man,
Strong, sensitive and funny
We are so different
But together we click
I’ve found, after all,
My perfect match!
Updates, poems, and stories of Rachel's missionary journey.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Prayer Requests:
Rest for Josué and me this week in our last week of singlehood!
Continued healing (his feet, my stomach and hip)
Final wedding details
The wedding this Saturday
Peace for Josué and me
Ceremony (fluency—Pastor Jorge Ahuite)
Special music and band
My comprehension and speaking Spanish in the wedding
Photography/ video (clearness)
Decorators and food/ cake preparation
Cooperation from flower girl (niece Greysi), ring-bearer (Abed) and Bible-bearer (nephew Jahasiel)
Shirley, who comes to study and live with Mama Luz soon
Abed’s parents allow him to stay with Mama Luz; money to pay for his schooling and room and board
Update:
I made it! 32 years and 3 months single and pure! I can’t believe the wedding is only six days away! Everything is paid for, planned, and ready to go. I’m practicing the ceremony and I hope to rehearse it with everyone, so that I understand the Spanish fully.
Abed wore his wedding clothes last week, the first time he’s ever dressed up; he didn’t like it too much (it made him hot—Josué was complaining as well!), and he ended up falling asleep in church! But he and Josué both looked handsome! My wedding dress only lacks the finishing touch; I like it—simple and pretty.
I’m still tired and have stomach problems and I’m not sure why (emotions? physical problem?), but I’m trying to eat right and walk daily. Josué is doing better, thank the Lord. We appreciate your prayers. We are feeling the nerves and need extra patience with one another.
Great news: Enough money came in to cover Shirley’s needs for this year, so that’s a blessing from God! Her room is already built and is now being readied for her stay.
This week I took Abed to VBS and helped out a little, as there were a couple hundred children. The team came to the club Sunday morning and performed a skit of Daniel and the Lion’s Den that they had done at the VBS. Josué and I were lions, but as we hadn’t practiced, our antics made the angel laugh. The kids enjoyed it.
Rest for Josué and me this week in our last week of singlehood!
Continued healing (his feet, my stomach and hip)
Final wedding details
The wedding this Saturday
Peace for Josué and me
Ceremony (fluency—Pastor Jorge Ahuite)
Special music and band
My comprehension and speaking Spanish in the wedding
Photography/ video (clearness)
Decorators and food/ cake preparation
Cooperation from flower girl (niece Greysi), ring-bearer (Abed) and Bible-bearer (nephew Jahasiel)
Shirley, who comes to study and live with Mama Luz soon
Abed’s parents allow him to stay with Mama Luz; money to pay for his schooling and room and board
Update:
I made it! 32 years and 3 months single and pure! I can’t believe the wedding is only six days away! Everything is paid for, planned, and ready to go. I’m practicing the ceremony and I hope to rehearse it with everyone, so that I understand the Spanish fully.
Abed wore his wedding clothes last week, the first time he’s ever dressed up; he didn’t like it too much (it made him hot—Josué was complaining as well!), and he ended up falling asleep in church! But he and Josué both looked handsome! My wedding dress only lacks the finishing touch; I like it—simple and pretty.
I’m still tired and have stomach problems and I’m not sure why (emotions? physical problem?), but I’m trying to eat right and walk daily. Josué is doing better, thank the Lord. We appreciate your prayers. We are feeling the nerves and need extra patience with one another.
Great news: Enough money came in to cover Shirley’s needs for this year, so that’s a blessing from God! Her room is already built and is now being readied for her stay.
This week I took Abed to VBS and helped out a little, as there were a couple hundred children. The team came to the club Sunday morning and performed a skit of Daniel and the Lion’s Den that they had done at the VBS. Josué and I were lions, but as we hadn’t practiced, our antics made the angel laugh. The kids enjoyed it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Prayer Requests:
Patience and energy for Mama Luz as she is working on my wedding dress
Health—Josué and I are tired from the trip, although we spent the weekend resting and are feeling better. Josué has a problem with one foot (severe athlete's foot?), and I am still recovering from the surgery and parasites.
Abed—see below
Shirley—see below
Children’s Ministry:
The river trip went wonderfully; I know you were praying. I felt better and was more in control of my digestive system! It rained enough to fill the river Momón, so we could arrive, and cooled down the village of Punto Alegre, so we didn’t sweat too much. We were able to show two movies, preach the Gospel, and hold a couple of morning devotionals. The children’s program Thursday afternoon was amazing. After songs led by Mama Luz, games led by Josué’s sister-in-law, and a special visit from two costumed characters (Josué’s brother and niece), I shared about giving to Jesus in the way that the Wise Men did (their day is actually celebrated in January).
Seventy-one children, plus many parents, attended and listened attentively; at the end they closed their eyes and gave Jesus something special (a talent, time, obedience to parents, kindness to siblings, studying hard, keeping their room neat, etc). It was sweet. They colored the picture of the wise men, and then accepted their gifts. There were 55 gift bags left over from the children’s clubs in Iquitos. Forty-five children were on the list as regular attendees of Sunday school. Six kids were not present. We gave out the 39 gift bags. Then we counted the rest of the kids, who live in the village but don’t attend the church…32. And there were 16 gift bags remaining; so we split them in half, giving the wrapped presents (cars) to the boys and the gift bags (food, school, and hygiene items) to the girls. Thus, every single child received a present. It was miraculous!
Abed:
A month ago, my precious four-year-old baby fell from his hut in Punto Alegre to the ground ten feet below. He fell on his face and his eyes swelled up and bled so that he couldn’t see and his face was swollen and black for three days. His adoptive parents did nothing for him (lack of money they say). He could have gone blind and actually still could. His eyes were red and pussy. The moment we arrived back to Iquitos , Josué and I took Abed to an eye specialist, who says that the infection is serious, and that his corneas might be damaged. We bought the antibiotic and anti-bacterial eye drops that the doctor prescribed and began applying them immediately. He cried—I’m sure it stung—but was brave, as I kept saying, “This will help your eyes heal.” He is very smart and knows that something is wrong with his eyes. Even crying, he helped the doctor by prying open his eyes. So adorable, it breaks your heart. I bought him an ice cream cone afterward, which helped him feel better. Every day he seems to be improving.
The cost for the medicines and doctor’s visit was $50. I also spent about $20 on a couple complete outfits and sunglasses—he can’t be in direct sunlight or bright lights, smoke or dust (all of which he was around for the last month in his village, plus bathing in the dirty river). I would like to buy him some educational toys, new shoes, a bath towel, and more clothes. If you would like to donate to help with these costs, please write “Rachel’s children’s ministry: Abed” on a post-it note and include it with your check. Thanks.
His poor treatment from his family in the village worries me. He is becoming disobedient because of lack of healthy attention, clear boundaries, and adequate care. Pray for him, that his parents will let him stay more and more with us, and eventually keep him (during his school years). For now, he is with us for three weeks. He is already enjoying the television, his friends and “family,” the baby pool and toys, his peach drink, and motorcycle rides. He sleeps at Josué’s house and spends part of the days with me (and often Josué). He will be our ring-bearer in the wedding.
Shirley:
I introduce you to another child that has captured my heart. 14-year-old Shirley is also from Punto Alegre. You will remember her picture on my last newsletter, where I’m teaching her English. She was living in Iquitos to go to school; there is really no schooling in the villages. She is bright and hungry to learn. She wants to become a lawyer, and has a desire to work in the ministry. Last year, she was faithfully attending church, the children’s club, and my English classes. But the lady with whom she was living beat her and forced her to do all the household chores, starting at 4 a.m., so that she was often late to school and thus in trouble. She called Mama Luz to rescue her, but the Ahuite family doesn’t have the resources to send another child to school. They sacrifice to send Josué’s niece Vasti to school. So Mama Luz’s only advice was “call your dad.” She did and her dad came to Iquitos from Punto Alegre, 8 hours away—but he says she’s rebellious (because that’s what the lady said); I argue that being beat will cause anyone to rebel. Shirley’s mom died in childbirth to a younger sibling who also died. A few years back, her dad, who loves her but is not in tune with her needs, began a relationship with a young adult, and they have two girls. (Marriage is uncommon in the villages.) The step-mom yells at, mistreats, and beats Shirley, and expects her to cook and take care of the two girls while she and Shirley’s dad work in the fields (they grow pineapple, coconut, yucca, limes, etc). We saw her hit Shirley when we were there. I longed to rescue her—it seems to be part of my ministry. I talked to Josué and his parents, who in turn talked to her dad and convinced him to let her live with them for this coming school year (March-December). If things go well, she will continue for two additional years, when she will graduate from high school.
The cost for her schooling for 10 months is $850 includes:
Tuition, 10 months (includes registration, agenda, yearbook) $215
Books (dictionaries and Bible) $15
School supplies (art, notebooks, pencils, backpack, etc) $65
Uniform (school and PE, shoes, socks) $50
Food $130
School outings $15
Bus fare $25
Room (with table, bed, and wardrobe) $175
Clothes, medicines, personal needs $160
I am so grateful for all of you who support me. However, the monthly donations (apart from the Christmas party donations) average $600. My proposed budget is $1500. Therefore, I am currently able to cover $300 ($30/ 10 months) from money received for the ministry budget. If you would like to contribute to the rest, please write: “Rachel’s children's ministry: Shirley” on a post-it note and include it with your donation.
Please pray for Shirley, that she would learn to be loved and to love, to heal from past losses and abuses, and to seek God with all her heart. Pray that she will fit into the Ahuite household, without major disruptions. Pray for Mama Luz who will be the one mostly involved in her upbringing and discipline. The Ahuite house is a ministry in itself and I’m blessed to be a part.
Thank you for partnering with me to give opportunities to children who would otherwise be overlooked and thrown away. This is a wonderful life and livelihood!
New pictures in My Photos--See River trip Jan 09, Abed, Clubs 09
Patience and energy for Mama Luz as she is working on my wedding dress
Health—Josué and I are tired from the trip, although we spent the weekend resting and are feeling better. Josué has a problem with one foot (severe athlete's foot?), and I am still recovering from the surgery and parasites.
Abed—see below
Shirley—see below
Children’s Ministry:
The river trip went wonderfully; I know you were praying. I felt better and was more in control of my digestive system! It rained enough to fill the river Momón, so we could arrive, and cooled down the village of Punto Alegre, so we didn’t sweat too much. We were able to show two movies, preach the Gospel, and hold a couple of morning devotionals. The children’s program Thursday afternoon was amazing. After songs led by Mama Luz, games led by Josué’s sister-in-law, and a special visit from two costumed characters (Josué’s brother and niece), I shared about giving to Jesus in the way that the Wise Men did (their day is actually celebrated in January).
Seventy-one children, plus many parents, attended and listened attentively; at the end they closed their eyes and gave Jesus something special (a talent, time, obedience to parents, kindness to siblings, studying hard, keeping their room neat, etc). It was sweet. They colored the picture of the wise men, and then accepted their gifts. There were 55 gift bags left over from the children’s clubs in Iquitos. Forty-five children were on the list as regular attendees of Sunday school. Six kids were not present. We gave out the 39 gift bags. Then we counted the rest of the kids, who live in the village but don’t attend the church…32. And there were 16 gift bags remaining; so we split them in half, giving the wrapped presents (cars) to the boys and the gift bags (food, school, and hygiene items) to the girls. Thus, every single child received a present. It was miraculous!
Abed:
A month ago, my precious four-year-old baby fell from his hut in Punto Alegre to the ground ten feet below. He fell on his face and his eyes swelled up and bled so that he couldn’t see and his face was swollen and black for three days. His adoptive parents did nothing for him (lack of money they say). He could have gone blind and actually still could. His eyes were red and pussy. The moment we arrived back to Iquitos , Josué and I took Abed to an eye specialist, who says that the infection is serious, and that his corneas might be damaged. We bought the antibiotic and anti-bacterial eye drops that the doctor prescribed and began applying them immediately. He cried—I’m sure it stung—but was brave, as I kept saying, “This will help your eyes heal.” He is very smart and knows that something is wrong with his eyes. Even crying, he helped the doctor by prying open his eyes. So adorable, it breaks your heart. I bought him an ice cream cone afterward, which helped him feel better. Every day he seems to be improving.
The cost for the medicines and doctor’s visit was $50. I also spent about $20 on a couple complete outfits and sunglasses—he can’t be in direct sunlight or bright lights, smoke or dust (all of which he was around for the last month in his village, plus bathing in the dirty river). I would like to buy him some educational toys, new shoes, a bath towel, and more clothes. If you would like to donate to help with these costs, please write “Rachel’s children’s ministry: Abed” on a post-it note and include it with your check. Thanks.
His poor treatment from his family in the village worries me. He is becoming disobedient because of lack of healthy attention, clear boundaries, and adequate care. Pray for him, that his parents will let him stay more and more with us, and eventually keep him (during his school years). For now, he is with us for three weeks. He is already enjoying the television, his friends and “family,” the baby pool and toys, his peach drink, and motorcycle rides. He sleeps at Josué’s house and spends part of the days with me (and often Josué). He will be our ring-bearer in the wedding.
Shirley:
I introduce you to another child that has captured my heart. 14-year-old Shirley is also from Punto Alegre. You will remember her picture on my last newsletter, where I’m teaching her English. She was living in Iquitos to go to school; there is really no schooling in the villages. She is bright and hungry to learn. She wants to become a lawyer, and has a desire to work in the ministry. Last year, she was faithfully attending church, the children’s club, and my English classes. But the lady with whom she was living beat her and forced her to do all the household chores, starting at 4 a.m., so that she was often late to school and thus in trouble. She called Mama Luz to rescue her, but the Ahuite family doesn’t have the resources to send another child to school. They sacrifice to send Josué’s niece Vasti to school. So Mama Luz’s only advice was “call your dad.” She did and her dad came to Iquitos from Punto Alegre, 8 hours away—but he says she’s rebellious (because that’s what the lady said); I argue that being beat will cause anyone to rebel. Shirley’s mom died in childbirth to a younger sibling who also died. A few years back, her dad, who loves her but is not in tune with her needs, began a relationship with a young adult, and they have two girls. (Marriage is uncommon in the villages.) The step-mom yells at, mistreats, and beats Shirley, and expects her to cook and take care of the two girls while she and Shirley’s dad work in the fields (they grow pineapple, coconut, yucca, limes, etc). We saw her hit Shirley when we were there. I longed to rescue her—it seems to be part of my ministry. I talked to Josué and his parents, who in turn talked to her dad and convinced him to let her live with them for this coming school year (March-December). If things go well, she will continue for two additional years, when she will graduate from high school.
The cost for her schooling for 10 months is $850 includes:
Tuition, 10 months (includes registration, agenda, yearbook) $215
Books (dictionaries and Bible) $15
School supplies (art, notebooks, pencils, backpack, etc) $65
Uniform (school and PE, shoes, socks) $50
Food $130
School outings $15
Bus fare $25
Room (with table, bed, and wardrobe) $175
Clothes, medicines, personal needs $160
I am so grateful for all of you who support me. However, the monthly donations (apart from the Christmas party donations) average $600. My proposed budget is $1500. Therefore, I am currently able to cover $300 ($30/ 10 months) from money received for the ministry budget. If you would like to contribute to the rest, please write: “Rachel’s children's ministry: Shirley” on a post-it note and include it with your donation.
Please pray for Shirley, that she would learn to be loved and to love, to heal from past losses and abuses, and to seek God with all her heart. Pray that she will fit into the Ahuite household, without major disruptions. Pray for Mama Luz who will be the one mostly involved in her upbringing and discipline. The Ahuite house is a ministry in itself and I’m blessed to be a part.
Thank you for partnering with me to give opportunities to children who would otherwise be overlooked and thrown away. This is a wonderful life and livelihood!
New pictures in My Photos--See River trip Jan 09, Abed, Clubs 09
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Children's Club
Today at the club, I taught on the book of Ruth: how she left her home for a foreign country, language, and religion, how she followed her mother-in-law out of love, and how, because of her obedience, God blessed her abundantly (with food, a husband, and a heritage). This is what we are called to do: be faithful to God’s leading, no matter where or what it is. And blessing always follows.
Today at the club, I taught on the book of Ruth: how she left her home for a foreign country, language, and religion, how she followed her mother-in-law out of love, and how, because of her obedience, God blessed her abundantly (with food, a husband, and a heritage). This is what we are called to do: be faithful to God’s leading, no matter where or what it is. And blessing always follows.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Wedding Update:
Ruth 1:16-17, “Do not beg me to leave you, to return from following after you. For where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay. Your people shall be my people and your God my God. Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried.”
This passage is the verse that God gave Josué to represent our wedding/ marriage. It is on our invitations and unity candle, and will be part of the pastor’s message.
Josué and I continue our counseling sessions. We are currently discussing “how to be a faithful spouse” and “how to communicate: dialogue not argue.” We also read marriage books together and discuss them every day.
We found a place that does invitations and we were able to make a special order—with our wedding’s theme: red and white interconnected hearts; we distributed them last week, mostly on Saturday, when Josué officially presented me to his relatives (a custom here). He surprised me by giving me an engagement ring, which was special.
A relative of Josué is a hair and makeup stylist. She’s been working with me on hairdos and makeup ideas for the wedding.
After searching for two days for the locale for the wedding, Josué and I found a large open room that rents for special events. It is a second story that overlooks the Plaza of Armas with its trees, a colored fountain, statues, and an array of people enjoying the night air (the wedding will take place the evening of February 7). A fresh breeze passes through the large open balcony, and fans dot the walls.
We will have 17 decorated tables, to seat the 100 guests—mostly Josué's family, church, and classmates from school; also a few YWAM friends). There will be a table for the cake, our verse in calligraphy, and a candle by which to remember my dad. The American and Peruvian flags will hang above the table.
I hired a caterer and a decorator, who will work together to create a paradise; the caterer provides the waiters to serve the dinner (chicken, rice, a salad, and a local fruit juice) and the red and white heart-shaped cake as well.
A carpenter is making us a 6-foot wooden cross with a heart in the center and a little platform for the Lord’s Supper. The cross will stand under an arch of flowers and the unity candles will be on a nearby stand.
We got our medical tests (we don’t have AIDS—smile!).
We signed the legal paperwork; everything is in order. We continue to work on visa regulations.
Friday, February 6, is our “civil wedding”—the one that counts for our governments. That’s where we complete the paperwork. It will be at a church member’s home; she has a pool and a grill—so after the ceremony, we (with close family members and friends) will grill out and swim. We will also have the rehearsal that day.
We reserved a hotel room for 3 nights (the 7-9); it’s one block from the plaza, so very convenient. I will go early on the 7th and spend the day there, keeping tabs on the decorations and trying to rest. Josué will be following the tradition of not seeing me the whole day before the wedding.
February 9 and 10 we will work on visa requirements, both for my residency in Perú and Josué’s visa to the States. We leave February 11 for Lima , where we will spend a couple more days on visa paperwork (embassy). When everything is in order, we will travel by bus for a month to the southern countries—southern Perú, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay, and Bolivia.
We had a meeting with the musical band and singer.
Josué is working on the music, photographer, and rings. Next week we will concentrate on the vows and ceremony. We will also focus on honeymoon plans—plane tickets to Lima and the timetable/ route.
Mama Luz, Josué’s mom is sewing daily. She has completed the flower girl’s dress and my maid of honor Vasti’s; these dresses are red with a short white train; the embroidered flowers have red pearls sown onto them; they will wear pearl headbands. She has also finished the detailed decorations (knife set, ring bearer’s pillow, etc), her dress, and Josué’s tuxedo and white shirt. She is now working on the ring bearer’s and Bible bearer’s red shirts with white ties, and my dress for the civil wedding.
Next week she will start on my dress, which is white with a low back, with crisscross tie-up ribbon, and a red train; on the embroidered flowers will be white pearls (it’s the exact opposite of the two girls’ dresses). My tiara, veil, and jewelry are a pearl and diamond theme.
Ruth 1:16-17, “Do not beg me to leave you, to return from following after you. For where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay. Your people shall be my people and your God my God. Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried.”
This passage is the verse that God gave Josué to represent our wedding/ marriage. It is on our invitations and unity candle, and will be part of the pastor’s message.
Josué and I continue our counseling sessions. We are currently discussing “how to be a faithful spouse” and “how to communicate: dialogue not argue.” We also read marriage books together and discuss them every day.
We found a place that does invitations and we were able to make a special order—with our wedding’s theme: red and white interconnected hearts; we distributed them last week, mostly on Saturday, when Josué officially presented me to his relatives (a custom here). He surprised me by giving me an engagement ring, which was special.
A relative of Josué is a hair and makeup stylist. She’s been working with me on hairdos and makeup ideas for the wedding.
After searching for two days for the locale for the wedding, Josué and I found a large open room that rents for special events. It is a second story that overlooks the Plaza of Armas with its trees, a colored fountain, statues, and an array of people enjoying the night air (the wedding will take place the evening of February 7). A fresh breeze passes through the large open balcony, and fans dot the walls.
We will have 17 decorated tables, to seat the 100 guests—mostly Josué's family, church, and classmates from school; also a few YWAM friends). There will be a table for the cake, our verse in calligraphy, and a candle by which to remember my dad. The American and Peruvian flags will hang above the table.
I hired a caterer and a decorator, who will work together to create a paradise; the caterer provides the waiters to serve the dinner (chicken, rice, a salad, and a local fruit juice) and the red and white heart-shaped cake as well.
A carpenter is making us a 6-foot wooden cross with a heart in the center and a little platform for the Lord’s Supper. The cross will stand under an arch of flowers and the unity candles will be on a nearby stand.
We got our medical tests (we don’t have AIDS—smile!).
We signed the legal paperwork; everything is in order. We continue to work on visa regulations.
Friday, February 6, is our “civil wedding”—the one that counts for our governments. That’s where we complete the paperwork. It will be at a church member’s home; she has a pool and a grill—so after the ceremony, we (with close family members and friends) will grill out and swim. We will also have the rehearsal that day.
We reserved a hotel room for 3 nights (the 7-9); it’s one block from the plaza, so very convenient. I will go early on the 7th and spend the day there, keeping tabs on the decorations and trying to rest. Josué will be following the tradition of not seeing me the whole day before the wedding.
February 9 and 10 we will work on visa requirements, both for my residency in Perú and Josué’s visa to the States. We leave February 11 for Lima , where we will spend a couple more days on visa paperwork (embassy). When everything is in order, we will travel by bus for a month to the southern countries—southern Perú, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay, and Bolivia.
We had a meeting with the musical band and singer.
Josué is working on the music, photographer, and rings. Next week we will concentrate on the vows and ceremony. We will also focus on honeymoon plans—plane tickets to Lima and the timetable/ route.
Mama Luz, Josué’s mom is sewing daily. She has completed the flower girl’s dress and my maid of honor Vasti’s; these dresses are red with a short white train; the embroidered flowers have red pearls sown onto them; they will wear pearl headbands. She has also finished the detailed decorations (knife set, ring bearer’s pillow, etc), her dress, and Josué’s tuxedo and white shirt. She is now working on the ring bearer’s and Bible bearer’s red shirts with white ties, and my dress for the civil wedding.
Next week she will start on my dress, which is white with a low back, with crisscross tie-up ribbon, and a red train; on the embroidered flowers will be white pearls (it’s the exact opposite of the two girls’ dresses). My tiara, veil, and jewelry are a pearl and diamond theme.
Prayer Requests:
The 4-day trip (January 14-17) to a village 7 hours from Iquitos to take the rest of the gift baskets and to tell the Christmas story to the children, and show Christian movies and teach the church
My team—health and energy to share the Word of God with the children and the churches
Rain to cool things down and fill the rivers so that we can reach the village
Abed's time with us in Iquitos (ring bearer)
Energy for Josue's mom Mama Luz who has been sewing daily for the wedding the last two weeks
Me—my stomach still hurts and I have headaches and fatigue. I vomited and had diarhea all day Friday; that night I went to the hospital, where, after three hours of liquid drips for dehydration, the doctor told me that I have an intestinal infection (possibly parasites or food poisoning); he gave me another round of antibiotics (the 4th in the last few months). I have been in bed all weekend. Pray that I am well enough for the river trip and that God heals me completely
The 4-day trip (January 14-17) to a village 7 hours from Iquitos to take the rest of the gift baskets and to tell the Christmas story to the children, and show Christian movies and teach the church
My team—health and energy to share the Word of God with the children and the churches
Rain to cool things down and fill the rivers so that we can reach the village
Abed's time with us in Iquitos (ring bearer)
Energy for Josue's mom Mama Luz who has been sewing daily for the wedding the last two weeks
Me—my stomach still hurts and I have headaches and fatigue. I vomited and had diarhea all day Friday; that night I went to the hospital, where, after three hours of liquid drips for dehydration, the doctor told me that I have an intestinal infection (possibly parasites or food poisoning); he gave me another round of antibiotics (the 4th in the last few months). I have been in bed all weekend. Pray that I am well enough for the river trip and that God heals me completely
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Supporters
According to Steven C. Hawthorne, the only heroes who operate alone are figures of fiction. The true stories of accomplishment and significance always unfold as stories of teamwork. In Christ, one's life is multiplied by others. The only way to exchange the illusions of fame and self-importance for God-granted greatness and blessing is by walking in partnership with others.
The core activities of sending are serving, giving, and praying.
Serving: Senders find relational ways to support frontline missionaries and those who are part of the mission infrastructure that enables frontline missionaries. (For example, visits, cards, packages)
Giving: Senders give financially and regularly with a sense of partnership toward accomplishing specific strategic goals.
Praying: Senders pray with missionaries instead of merely praying for them. In this way, they come to enjoy a sense of partnership in the task instead of responding passively as an occasional donor. (My hope is that my weekly prayer requests give you a guideline to help you know what to pray for and remember to pray for me and Josué and our team.)
Thank you for being part of my team, your partnership is vital to my mission work with the children of Iquitos , Perú.
According to Steven C. Hawthorne, the only heroes who operate alone are figures of fiction. The true stories of accomplishment and significance always unfold as stories of teamwork. In Christ, one's life is multiplied by others. The only way to exchange the illusions of fame and self-importance for God-granted greatness and blessing is by walking in partnership with others.
The core activities of sending are serving, giving, and praying.
Serving: Senders find relational ways to support frontline missionaries and those who are part of the mission infrastructure that enables frontline missionaries. (For example, visits, cards, packages)
Giving: Senders give financially and regularly with a sense of partnership toward accomplishing specific strategic goals.
Praying: Senders pray with missionaries instead of merely praying for them. In this way, they come to enjoy a sense of partnership in the task instead of responding passively as an occasional donor. (My hope is that my weekly prayer requests give you a guideline to help you know what to pray for and remember to pray for me and Josué and our team.)
Thank you for being part of my team, your partnership is vital to my mission work with the children of Iquitos , Perú.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Christmas Children's Clubs
Saturday, December 20: Children, ages 4-14, some shabbily dressed, others in their best (if old) clothes, arrive to the Christmas party, ticket in hand. Under a ceiling of balloons and streamers, they squeeze onto narrow benches, 65 in all. Parents take chairs on one side. After a prayer, that the children repeat, as is customary, the leaders lead the children in a few songs and games with prizes. Then arrive costumed characters (Barney, Tigger, and Pucca (my niece Vasti) with her train) who get the children moving and laughing, as they dance to upbeat music. The children, eyes sparkling, are for the moment care-free.
I teach a lesson on giving ourselves to Jesus, like God did for us, like the wise men did for Jesus--giving the best. God helps me with my Spanish, so that I can present the lesson clearly. The older kids seem to take to heart the story and reflection, although the littlest ones whisper and wiggle. They memorize Matthew 2:11, and then color a picture of the 3 wise men. Afterward, they enjoy a meal of chicken and rice with carrot and peas and potatoes, bread, and hot chocolate (this is not for the cholesterol-obsessed!). Lastly, they are presented with gift bags filled with sugar, fruit cake, hot chocolate, milk, school supplies, colored pencils, yoyo, candy, shampoo, soap, toothbrush and paste, and toilet paper. In addition each gift bag has a wrapped gift according to the child's age--a car of plastic tools or a doll for those aged 4-6, a sports car or hair clips for those aged 7-10, and a soccer ball or volleyball for those aged 11-14. They offer thanks with huge smiles.
Those smiles make every penny, every drop of sweat, every minute--complete worth while!
Sunday, December 21: The celebration of Jesus’ birth is well attended. Over 100 children and their parents heard the message of love. First "Caminando Con Jesus," a ministry of young people that we often partner with, presents their program—dressed up as cartoon characters, they sing dance, and interacte with the children. I teach the message on giving to Jesus as the wise men did, trying to make it even clearer and briefer than the day before. The children pray with me, and then we sing happy birthday to Jesus and blow out candles on two large vanilla cakes, heavy with icing.
The children’s choir sing a few Christmas tunes, and then the children are served their dinner and cake. Lastly they receive their gifts. It is true what I taught in my lesson: it’s more blessed to give than to receive (because when one gives, one does indeed receive—joy and satisfaction)!
Thanks for making so many children smile! Thank you for being a part--for your financial support and prayers! God richly answered our prayers!
See photos in My Photos (photobucket): Christmas Clubs 2008.
Saturday, December 20: Children, ages 4-14, some shabbily dressed, others in their best (if old) clothes, arrive to the Christmas party, ticket in hand. Under a ceiling of balloons and streamers, they squeeze onto narrow benches, 65 in all. Parents take chairs on one side. After a prayer, that the children repeat, as is customary, the leaders lead the children in a few songs and games with prizes. Then arrive costumed characters (Barney, Tigger, and Pucca (my niece Vasti) with her train) who get the children moving and laughing, as they dance to upbeat music. The children, eyes sparkling, are for the moment care-free.
I teach a lesson on giving ourselves to Jesus, like God did for us, like the wise men did for Jesus--giving the best. God helps me with my Spanish, so that I can present the lesson clearly. The older kids seem to take to heart the story and reflection, although the littlest ones whisper and wiggle. They memorize Matthew 2:11, and then color a picture of the 3 wise men. Afterward, they enjoy a meal of chicken and rice with carrot and peas and potatoes, bread, and hot chocolate (this is not for the cholesterol-obsessed!). Lastly, they are presented with gift bags filled with sugar, fruit cake, hot chocolate, milk, school supplies, colored pencils, yoyo, candy, shampoo, soap, toothbrush and paste, and toilet paper. In addition each gift bag has a wrapped gift according to the child's age--a car of plastic tools or a doll for those aged 4-6, a sports car or hair clips for those aged 7-10, and a soccer ball or volleyball for those aged 11-14. They offer thanks with huge smiles.
Those smiles make every penny, every drop of sweat, every minute--complete worth while!
Sunday, December 21: The celebration of Jesus’ birth is well attended. Over 100 children and their parents heard the message of love. First "Caminando Con Jesus," a ministry of young people that we often partner with, presents their program—dressed up as cartoon characters, they sing dance, and interacte with the children. I teach the message on giving to Jesus as the wise men did, trying to make it even clearer and briefer than the day before. The children pray with me, and then we sing happy birthday to Jesus and blow out candles on two large vanilla cakes, heavy with icing.
The children’s choir sing a few Christmas tunes, and then the children are served their dinner and cake. Lastly they receive their gifts. It is true what I taught in my lesson: it’s more blessed to give than to receive (because when one gives, one does indeed receive—joy and satisfaction)!
Thanks for making so many children smile! Thank you for being a part--for your financial support and prayers! God richly answered our prayers!
See photos in My Photos (photobucket): Christmas Clubs 2008.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Mercy into Madness
Rachel C. Deal
The spinning planet
Never stopping
My spinning thoughts
Never resting
I seek order
In the confusion
And beauty
In the turmoil
Lord, pour out Your mercy
Into the madness
Of this spinning planet
Of these spinning thoughts
So that I can see
Your power
So that I can experience
Your freedom
Rachel C. Deal
The spinning planet
Never stopping
My spinning thoughts
Never resting
I seek order
In the confusion
And beauty
In the turmoil
Lord, pour out Your mercy
Into the madness
Of this spinning planet
Of these spinning thoughts
So that I can see
Your power
So that I can experience
Your freedom
Thursday, October 30, 2008
In Acceptance Lieth Peace
By Amy Carmichael
He said, "I will forget the dying faces;
The empty places,
They shall be filled again.
O voices mourning deep within me, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in forgetting lieth peace.
He said, 'I will crowd action upon action,
The strife of faction
Shall stir me and sustain;
O tears that drown the fire of manhood, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in endeavor lieth peace.
He said 'I will withdraw me and be quiet,
Why meddle in life's riot?
Shut be my door to pain.
Desire, thou dost befool me, thou shalt cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in aloofness lieth peace.
He said, 'I will submit; I am defeated.
God hath depleted
My life of its rich gain,
O futile murmurings, why will ye not cease?'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in submission lieth peace.
He said, 'I will accept the breaking sorrow
Which God tomorrow
Will to His son explain.'
Then did the turmoil deep within him cease.
Not vain the word, not vain;
For in acceptance lieth peace.
By Amy Carmichael
He said, "I will forget the dying faces;
The empty places,
They shall be filled again.
O voices mourning deep within me, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in forgetting lieth peace.
He said, 'I will crowd action upon action,
The strife of faction
Shall stir me and sustain;
O tears that drown the fire of manhood, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in endeavor lieth peace.
He said 'I will withdraw me and be quiet,
Why meddle in life's riot?
Shut be my door to pain.
Desire, thou dost befool me, thou shalt cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in aloofness lieth peace.
He said, 'I will submit; I am defeated.
God hath depleted
My life of its rich gain,
O futile murmurings, why will ye not cease?'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in submission lieth peace.
He said, 'I will accept the breaking sorrow
Which God tomorrow
Will to His son explain.'
Then did the turmoil deep within him cease.
Not vain the word, not vain;
For in acceptance lieth peace.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tomorrow, I come to the end of my 31st year. It hasn't been easy, but I've grown and learned to control my emocions better. I also learned recently that most of the year, I've had parasites. No wonder I've felt so bad! Antibiotics are doing their job, so hopefully I'll be recovered soon. I'm nearing the end of my job, and my stay in the US. I am preparing to return. I will have little time from now on to meet with anyone individually. I hope you will be able to come to the fundraiser and spend some time with me then. See you November 8!
Friday, October 24, 2008
My Name is Poor
By Rachel C. Deal
Hello. My name is Poor America.
I woke up this morning in a government paid-for apartment.
I showered in hot water—for twenty minutes.
I ate Kellogg's Rice Krispies® with 2% milk and a donut.
I drove to Wal-Mart five blocks away in my old Buick.
I filled up with gasoline that costs $3.89/ gallon.
I bought $100 worth of food with government-provided food stamps.
I had a cough.
I drove to the doctor.
I showed my medical card and was seen for free.
I drove to Penny's.
I bought a pair of Nike tennis shoes on credit.
I drove home.
It was hot outside.
I turned up the air conditioner.
My kids came home from school.
We watched T.V. and ate microwaved pizza.
I took a nap while the kids did their homework.
I did not go to work.
I have no job.
I did not look for work.
I did not need to.
The government takes care of me.
My name is Poor America.
Am I poor?
Hello. My name is Poor Perú.
I woke up this morning, early, before the sun became angry.
I showered from a bucket of well water that I collected last night.
I did not eat breakfast.
I walked five miles into town to look for work.
I stood in a long line and waited many hours to be turned down.
I had a cough.
I walked home.
It was hot.
I cooked rice over a fire.
My kids came home from school.
We ate rice, our one meal of the day.
I swept the dirt floor while the kids did their homework.
I left the kids with Grandma so that I could look for work.
I walked two miles.
I swept the floor of a restaurant and received a dollar.
I bought three eggs and a tomato to add to the rice tomorrow.
I walked home.
My shoes have worn thin.
It was dark.
I went to bed, hungry.
My name is Poor Perú.
Am I poor?
By Rachel C. Deal
Hello. My name is Poor America.
I woke up this morning in a government paid-for apartment.
I showered in hot water—for twenty minutes.
I ate Kellogg's Rice Krispies® with 2% milk and a donut.
I drove to Wal-Mart five blocks away in my old Buick.
I filled up with gasoline that costs $3.89/ gallon.
I bought $100 worth of food with government-provided food stamps.
I had a cough.
I drove to the doctor.
I showed my medical card and was seen for free.
I drove to Penny's.
I bought a pair of Nike tennis shoes on credit.
I drove home.
It was hot outside.
I turned up the air conditioner.
My kids came home from school.
We watched T.V. and ate microwaved pizza.
I took a nap while the kids did their homework.
I did not go to work.
I have no job.
I did not look for work.
I did not need to.
The government takes care of me.
My name is Poor America.
Am I poor?
Hello. My name is Poor Perú.
I woke up this morning, early, before the sun became angry.
I showered from a bucket of well water that I collected last night.
I did not eat breakfast.
I walked five miles into town to look for work.
I stood in a long line and waited many hours to be turned down.
I had a cough.
I walked home.
It was hot.
I cooked rice over a fire.
My kids came home from school.
We ate rice, our one meal of the day.
I swept the dirt floor while the kids did their homework.
I left the kids with Grandma so that I could look for work.
I walked two miles.
I swept the floor of a restaurant and received a dollar.
I bought three eggs and a tomato to add to the rice tomorrow.
I walked home.
My shoes have worn thin.
It was dark.
I went to bed, hungry.
My name is Poor Perú.
Am I poor?
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Global People
"Global People" never fully adjust to one culture: their own or their adopted one. Their old philosophy of ethnocentrism and uniformity is shattered (meaning: everything is equal, or my way is best). They now have a new philosophy of cultural variety (meaning: there are differences that work in each place). Within themselves, global people are a part of both worlds. When abroad, Americans dream of America and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a food package from home, a letter, an American visitor from "home" who brings the latest news. When in America, they dream of their adopted country, and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a conversation in that language with someone from "home" who shares the latest news, a meal with its food. They become alienated from those from their homeland, and they never fully fit into their adopted country. They find that their closest assosiates are other global people. Global people seem happiest when they are flying from one country to the other!
(from Cultural Differences by Paul Hiebert)
"La gente global” nunca se adapta completamente a una cultura: su propia tierra ni la adoptiva. Su vieja filosofia de etnocentrismo y uniformidad esta echado por tierra (todo es igual o mi manera de hacer algo es lo mejor). Ahora tiene una nueva filosofia de la variedad cultural (hay diferencias que funcionan en cada lugar). Desde dentro, la gente global se considera parte de ambos mundos. En el extranjero, el Americano suena de America y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte en si mismo: un paquete de comida americana o un visita que trae noticias “de casa.” En America, suena de su pais adoptivo y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte de si mismo: un plato tipico, una conversacion en la lengua adoptiva con alguien que comparte las noticias “de casa.” Esta alejado de sus paisanos y nunca se encaja completamente en su pais adoptivo. Se encuentra que sus companeros mas cercanos son otra gente global. La gente global parece mas feliz cuando vuele de un pais al otro!
(de Las Diferencias Culturales por Paul Hiebert)
"Global People" never fully adjust to one culture: their own or their adopted one. Their old philosophy of ethnocentrism and uniformity is shattered (meaning: everything is equal, or my way is best). They now have a new philosophy of cultural variety (meaning: there are differences that work in each place). Within themselves, global people are a part of both worlds. When abroad, Americans dream of America and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a food package from home, a letter, an American visitor from "home" who brings the latest news. When in America, they dream of their adopted country, and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a conversation in that language with someone from "home" who shares the latest news, a meal with its food. They become alienated from those from their homeland, and they never fully fit into their adopted country. They find that their closest assosiates are other global people. Global people seem happiest when they are flying from one country to the other!
(from Cultural Differences by Paul Hiebert)
"La gente global” nunca se adapta completamente a una cultura: su propia tierra ni la adoptiva. Su vieja filosofia de etnocentrismo y uniformidad esta echado por tierra (todo es igual o mi manera de hacer algo es lo mejor). Ahora tiene una nueva filosofia de la variedad cultural (hay diferencias que funcionan en cada lugar). Desde dentro, la gente global se considera parte de ambos mundos. En el extranjero, el Americano suena de America y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte en si mismo: un paquete de comida americana o un visita que trae noticias “de casa.” En America, suena de su pais adoptivo y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte de si mismo: un plato tipico, una conversacion en la lengua adoptiva con alguien que comparte las noticias “de casa.” Esta alejado de sus paisanos y nunca se encaja completamente en su pais adoptivo. Se encuentra que sus companeros mas cercanos son otra gente global. La gente global parece mas feliz cuando vuele de un pais al otro!
(de Las Diferencias Culturales por Paul Hiebert)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Home:
When I am in Peru, part of me misses the States. And vice versa. I realize that I will never truly be satisfied until I reach my heavenly home. But until then, my heart is leaning toward Peru!
However, after a busy eight months working with the children’s clubs and Amazon villages, I made a trip home for grief therapy, which helped me remember my dad while letting go of some of the sadness. Stomach pain led to a double hernia surgery; and complications led to a hospital stay and huge medical bills. A lack of US insurance coverage forced me to look for a job to help pay the bills; the Lord gave me a sub position at St. Patrick Elementary as a reading teacher. I am also taking a world missions course, Perspectives, which has caused the flame in my heart for God’s name to be glorified among all people groups burn even greater.
I return to Peru early December to work with the river ministry and children’s clubs—Christmas time is busy—and to prepare for Josué’s and my small Peruvian wedding set for February 7. Later in the year we will have a reception in Louisville, KY. We will continue to be involved with the work in Iquitos as well as spend time in the States preparing for long-term ministry.
Thank you for your faithful support, prayers, and encouragement, especially this past year. I am in need of regular supporters and ask that you consider becoming part of my team, financially and prayerfully, as I invest in winning hearts for the kingdom of God. Thank you! May God reward you abundantly!
Love, Rachel
PS. I need a volunteer to take over the printing and mailing of my quarterly newsletters. Would you consider it, perhaps as your donation?
When I am in Peru, part of me misses the States. And vice versa. I realize that I will never truly be satisfied until I reach my heavenly home. But until then, my heart is leaning toward Peru!
However, after a busy eight months working with the children’s clubs and Amazon villages, I made a trip home for grief therapy, which helped me remember my dad while letting go of some of the sadness. Stomach pain led to a double hernia surgery; and complications led to a hospital stay and huge medical bills. A lack of US insurance coverage forced me to look for a job to help pay the bills; the Lord gave me a sub position at St. Patrick Elementary as a reading teacher. I am also taking a world missions course, Perspectives, which has caused the flame in my heart for God’s name to be glorified among all people groups burn even greater.
I return to Peru early December to work with the river ministry and children’s clubs—Christmas time is busy—and to prepare for Josué’s and my small Peruvian wedding set for February 7. Later in the year we will have a reception in Louisville, KY. We will continue to be involved with the work in Iquitos as well as spend time in the States preparing for long-term ministry.
Thank you for your faithful support, prayers, and encouragement, especially this past year. I am in need of regular supporters and ask that you consider becoming part of my team, financially and prayerfully, as I invest in winning hearts for the kingdom of God. Thank you! May God reward you abundantly!
Love, Rachel
PS. I need a volunteer to take over the printing and mailing of my quarterly newsletters. Would you consider it, perhaps as your donation?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Ve a la gente.
Vive con la gente.
Aprende de ellos.
Empieza con lo que saben.
Construye en lo que tienen.
Pero lo mejor de lideres
Cuando se cumple su obra
Su trabaja se termina
La gente dirá:
Lo hemos hecho nuestros mismos.
--viejo poema chino
Go to the people.
Live among the people.
Learn from them.
Start with what they know.
Build on what they have.
But the best of leaders
When their task is accomplished
Their work is done
The people will say
We have done it ourselves.
--Old Chinese Poem
Vive con la gente.
Aprende de ellos.
Empieza con lo que saben.
Construye en lo que tienen.
Pero lo mejor de lideres
Cuando se cumple su obra
Su trabaja se termina
La gente dirá:
Lo hemos hecho nuestros mismos.
--viejo poema chino
Go to the people.
Live among the people.
Learn from them.
Start with what they know.
Build on what they have.
But the best of leaders
When their task is accomplished
Their work is done
The people will say
We have done it ourselves.
--Old Chinese Poem
Monday, July 21, 2008
My heart grieves
The poor increase at every hand
And illegal foreigners too
Birthrates skyrocket,
We can't grow enough food
Prices inflate
Natural catastrophes,
Millions homeless,
Floods, winds, droughts, plagues
Earthquakes, tsunamis, landslides
Hurricanes
Cholera, malaria, typhoid, AIDS
Laying low the thousands, millions
Criminals and crime and violence
Perversion and greed
Wars and rumors of same
Recession, layoffs, terminations
Failures, closers and foreclosures
The poor increase at every hand
I feel surrounded and I am afraid.
I could cast all my fears on God
And know His peace
I could trust Him
And not be afraid
And then
I could feed the hungry
From my abundance
I could clothe the naked
From my bulging closets
I could invite the homeless
Into my spacious house
I could tell the lost and dying
About the wondrous love
of God my Savior
I could
But I don't trust enough
To not be afraid
But I don't love enough
To not be afraid
So I’ll just secure my doors
A little tighter
Some dead bolts and bars
To bring a sense of security
I'll just secure my borders
And my identity a little tighter
Fences, guards and fire walls
I'll just gather a little more
To put away
Against a rainy day
I'll build my house a little larger
My hedges a little higher
My gates a little stronger
My dwelling just little more
Comfortable
As I isolate myself a little deeper
Inside my virtual cocoon
Of electronic gadgetry
No longer listening to
What I don't want to hear
Staring out occasionally
In apathetic lethargy
At the thousands dying daily
Without hope of heaven.
I could tell them
But I didn't and I won't
I could help them
But I didn't and I won't
But I will carefully give thanks
For all that Jesus has done for me.
Jason Nightingale, Wordsower International
The poor increase at every hand
And illegal foreigners too
Birthrates skyrocket,
We can't grow enough food
Prices inflate
Natural catastrophes,
Millions homeless,
Floods, winds, droughts, plagues
Earthquakes, tsunamis, landslides
Hurricanes
Cholera, malaria, typhoid, AIDS
Laying low the thousands, millions
Criminals and crime and violence
Perversion and greed
Wars and rumors of same
Recession, layoffs, terminations
Failures, closers and foreclosures
The poor increase at every hand
I feel surrounded and I am afraid.
I could cast all my fears on God
And know His peace
I could trust Him
And not be afraid
And then
I could feed the hungry
From my abundance
I could clothe the naked
From my bulging closets
I could invite the homeless
Into my spacious house
I could tell the lost and dying
About the wondrous love
of God my Savior
I could
But I don't trust enough
To not be afraid
But I don't love enough
To not be afraid
So I’ll just secure my doors
A little tighter
Some dead bolts and bars
To bring a sense of security
I'll just secure my borders
And my identity a little tighter
Fences, guards and fire walls
I'll just gather a little more
To put away
Against a rainy day
I'll build my house a little larger
My hedges a little higher
My gates a little stronger
My dwelling just little more
Comfortable
As I isolate myself a little deeper
Inside my virtual cocoon
Of electronic gadgetry
No longer listening to
What I don't want to hear
Staring out occasionally
In apathetic lethargy
At the thousands dying daily
Without hope of heaven.
I could tell them
But I didn't and I won't
I could help them
But I didn't and I won't
But I will carefully give thanks
For all that Jesus has done for me.
Jason Nightingale, Wordsower International
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Remembering Daddy
While I could never forget my precious dad, I wanted to make a grief wreath to honor him, based on the Bible verse, John 12:24 "Truly, truly, I say to you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it abides alone; but if it dies, it brings forth much fruit."
My mom sent me a wreath, flowers, wheat, pumpkins, a vine, and a Bible verse. It was healing for me to put the wreath together and think about good Daddy memories. On a happy photo of my dad, I attached leaves on which I wrote a few of my dad's words of wisdom to me (there were a lot to choose from!). (Go to My Photos, Daddy)
I pray that my dad's life continues to touch and bless many people. He lives in my heart, and I am thankful for the spiritual inheritance that he left me. I miss him a lot--tears come to my eyes when I think about his laugh, his kindness, his flowers, his pancakes, his wierd jokes, his scratching my back, his advice and phone calls, his encouragement, his short but sweet notes, his evening prayers with me, our adventures together, walks, and conversations about ministry, politics, and life.
The past 7 months have been really difficult, as I processed shock, anger, and sadness (in a foreign country without my friends close by). But I have grown through it. You know, as my dad died and Jesus came to walk him Home, I was reading Psalm 23.
"The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
I thought those verses were for my dad, to give him peace as he died. I realize now, that he was already at peace. Those verses were for me. Altough my dad is not here, the Lord is with me, leading me and giving me rest. I was the one who walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and there was no fear. God assures me that He will be with me, as He is with my dad, all the days of my life--forever!
While I could never forget my precious dad, I wanted to make a grief wreath to honor him, based on the Bible verse, John 12:24 "Truly, truly, I say to you, Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it abides alone; but if it dies, it brings forth much fruit."
My mom sent me a wreath, flowers, wheat, pumpkins, a vine, and a Bible verse. It was healing for me to put the wreath together and think about good Daddy memories. On a happy photo of my dad, I attached leaves on which I wrote a few of my dad's words of wisdom to me (there were a lot to choose from!). (Go to My Photos, Daddy)
I pray that my dad's life continues to touch and bless many people. He lives in my heart, and I am thankful for the spiritual inheritance that he left me. I miss him a lot--tears come to my eyes when I think about his laugh, his kindness, his flowers, his pancakes, his wierd jokes, his scratching my back, his advice and phone calls, his encouragement, his short but sweet notes, his evening prayers with me, our adventures together, walks, and conversations about ministry, politics, and life.
The past 7 months have been really difficult, as I processed shock, anger, and sadness (in a foreign country without my friends close by). But I have grown through it. You know, as my dad died and Jesus came to walk him Home, I was reading Psalm 23.
"The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
I thought those verses were for my dad, to give him peace as he died. I realize now, that he was already at peace. Those verses were for me. Altough my dad is not here, the Lord is with me, leading me and giving me rest. I was the one who walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and there was no fear. God assures me that He will be with me, as He is with my dad, all the days of my life--forever!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Processing: The last few months, I have been extremely sad. I miss my dad a lot, and I guess I've been in shock. As I am reading in a Grief Therapy book, I find myself mostly in the suffering stage, although I go back to shock and forward to acceptance. Most days I cry and long to be in the States, but I always conclude that I need to stay here in Peru for several reasons: 1) while I would have more support in the States, my dad is not there, and my friends are busy, so it probably wouldn't be much easier, 2) I need Josue to go through this with me, and 3) there is ministry work to be done.
Village Work: I spent most of April in various communities, translating, and teaching, taking care of, and playing with the children…in hot sun and pouring rain, and always accompanied by mosquitos. But it was restful—hammock time, river baths, nature hikes, and Skip-Bo.
Children's Clubs: I have been teaching one children’s club since February, and helping in the other two. Next week, I am beginning an after-school tutoring program, to give the club kids a place to go two afternoons a week. My team will help with homework and teach the Bible, literacy, math, and English.
National Children’s Day: Josué and I had fun creating costumes and performing Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to help with a ministry event that shared God’s love to over 500 kids. Josué made the handsomest Prince Charming ever!
Josué: My loving boyfriend has patiently spent a large portion of his time helping me through my grief. This process has put stress on our relationship, but we are growing through it. Please pray for him, as he is in charge of coordinating the children’s clubs and river trips (several American teams come this summer). He is also studying English and hoping to continue his schooling.
I appreciate your prayers, any cards or packages you may send to my Iquitos address, and emails of encouragement. Rachel
Photos of the above mentioned activities have been added in Photo Bucket under April 2008.
Village Work: I spent most of April in various communities, translating, and teaching, taking care of, and playing with the children…in hot sun and pouring rain, and always accompanied by mosquitos. But it was restful—hammock time, river baths, nature hikes, and Skip-Bo.
Children's Clubs: I have been teaching one children’s club since February, and helping in the other two. Next week, I am beginning an after-school tutoring program, to give the club kids a place to go two afternoons a week. My team will help with homework and teach the Bible, literacy, math, and English.
National Children’s Day: Josué and I had fun creating costumes and performing Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to help with a ministry event that shared God’s love to over 500 kids. Josué made the handsomest Prince Charming ever!
Josué: My loving boyfriend has patiently spent a large portion of his time helping me through my grief. This process has put stress on our relationship, but we are growing through it. Please pray for him, as he is in charge of coordinating the children’s clubs and river trips (several American teams come this summer). He is also studying English and hoping to continue his schooling.
I appreciate your prayers, any cards or packages you may send to my Iquitos address, and emails of encouragement. Rachel
Photos of the above mentioned activities have been added in Photo Bucket under April 2008.
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