To South America...And Beyond!!
The countdown has begun. I leave next Monday. I am spending the last week getting everything in order for this trip and the next several months of living overseas. I appreciate your prayers for tranquility and protection. Thanks!
Updates, poems, and stories of Rachel's missionary journey.
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
Monday, December 25, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Directions to Bob's House
2103 Bainbridge Row Drive
Louisville, Kentucky, 40207
From 64 West or East TO 264 East OR 264 East (Watterson Express Way):
Go to Brownsboro Road (Hwy 42) Exit. Turn Left at Light. Turn Right at next Light onto Rudy Lane (Next to Hotel). Follow around to the Three Way Stop Sign (turns into Bainbridge Row Drive). Third House on the left. Park on right side of street only please.
From I-71 South or North TO 264 West (Watterson Express Way):
Go to Brownsboro Road (Hwy 42) Exit. Turn right at Light. Turn Right at next Light onto Rudy Lane (Next to Hotel). Follow around to the Three Way Stop Sign (turns into Bainbridge Row Drive). Third House on the left. Park on right side of street only please.
You may park at Dunn’s Elementary School yard. Take last drive ("deliveries only")- it will take you back to the walkway. Take walkway, (house next to Bob’s). Turn right to Bob’s House.
2103 Bainbridge Row Drive
Louisville, Kentucky, 40207
From 64 West or East TO 264 East OR 264 East (Watterson Express Way):
Go to Brownsboro Road (Hwy 42) Exit. Turn Left at Light. Turn Right at next Light onto Rudy Lane (Next to Hotel). Follow around to the Three Way Stop Sign (turns into Bainbridge Row Drive). Third House on the left. Park on right side of street only please.
From I-71 South or North TO 264 West (Watterson Express Way):
Go to Brownsboro Road (Hwy 42) Exit. Turn right at Light. Turn Right at next Light onto Rudy Lane (Next to Hotel). Follow around to the Three Way Stop Sign (turns into Bainbridge Row Drive). Third House on the left. Park on right side of street only please.
You may park at Dunn’s Elementary School yard. Take last drive ("deliveries only")- it will take you back to the walkway. Take walkway, (house next to Bob’s). Turn right to Bob’s House.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Louisville, KY, USA
It has been a month since I've written. I spent a few weeks in Buenaventura, teaching English and helping with some low-income families (including buying an outfit for a little girlfriend of mine); I also provided $250 to help a poor family start a business, selling a delicious oatmeal drink in the streets. This will enable them to survive. I love lending or giving money to hard-working people to start small businesses, endowing them with a sense of honest respect.
After my time there, a Colombian friend and I I traveled six hours to Armenia, the hometown of my pastor Daniel Ramirez, staying with friends and visiting with Daniel's uncle. The following day, we took an 18-hour bus ride to Bucaramanga for a missions conference, which lasted a week. I spent time with the Leticia team and met with Jaime Useche to discuss future plans. He has asked me to join a team who goes into the Amazon communities working with disadvantaged and disabled children, helping with their spiritual, educational, and physical needs. I will begin that work after the four-month YWAM training school in Bogota, called Children At Risk (March-June).
After the week in Bucaramanga (where I suffered from some intense stomach pains), I went to Bogota with my friend; we stayed with a Christian family, the same we had stayed with the month before. Two nights later, the day before I was scheduled to leave for the Amazon, I had such intense stomach pains, throwing up, screaming with pain, that I went to the hospital, actually a private clinic. The doctor, who I later found out was the "best surgeon in Colombia," said he needed to operate immediately, that I had appendicitis. So he began with a laparoscopy, and saw that part of my colon was twisted around my appendix and had to cut me open. Next Tuesday I get my stitches out, so I'll know better how I am healing. I feel a lot better. The first week after the surgery I could barely move, and my friend helped me a lot, caring for me in the clinic and at home. The doctor suggested I go home to recover. So I worked out my visa (it had expired--but I had no problem getting it extended) and plane ticket (it's stand-by, but Delta provided a wheelchair and much help all the way, because I could barely walk and could not carry or lift anything).
I came home December 20. I spend a short time with my family, but have been at home resting a lot. I get tired quickly, but am not in as much pain as before. I can walk and sit up without help, although sometimes it hurts more than others--the stomach muscles get used for everything! I am happy to be home for Christmas, with family and friends, volunteering and resting. I have many doctor's appointments in the next couple weeks, plus will go see my grandma before leaving the States. I love the Christmas lights and festivities and music--I miss that in Latin America. But at the same time, I am eager to return to work.
I plan to be here until January 17, when I go back to Colombia. There is a mission trip coming in and I have been asked by a pastor friend to help translate. Then there is a week retreat in Leticia with Jaime's team. Then I'll be a couple weeks in Iquitos helping Cecy prepare for her wedding, which I am a part of. Speaking of Cecy, I was supposed to help her with Christmas for the kids, and although I was not there, I sent her $300, which she used in buying gifts for needy children, giving them a special Christmas.
I have been spending my free time researching street children, reading When Invisible Children Sing by Dr. Chi Huang (he spent about a year in the streets of Bolivia, helping and studying the kids and later started an orphanage of respect not rehibilitation). I cried over the movie Hotel Rwanda, thinking about my newly adopted brothers and sisters (by the Ahlers family) from Liberia. How much I want to go and help. I see myself in the near future spending time in Liberia and eventually adopting kids myself. I am "adopting" a Liberian boy and a girl, becoming a "mother of love" to them, writing them letters and sending them gifts (kind of like Compassion Int'l). I really want to eventually write children's stories about these kids who have suffered--the world needs to hear the "invisible children singing."
Next week, I'll include an invitation with directions in my newsletter that I will mail out, but I will invite you now to a "Travelin' Shoes Ministry Get-together" at Bob Richman's (see directions) on Friday, January 12, from 7-8:30 PM. It is NOT an open house or a fund raiser. Just come to hear updates of my ministry see, pictures, ask questions, and pray for me. There will be snacks and drinks. This is a good way for me to see everyone, as I can't personally visit you all, due to my health situation and shortness of time here in the States. My plan is to return to the States late fall 2007 to spend more time with friends and family and to have a fund raiser for 2008's mission.
Concerning funds--many people generously raised money to help me with my hospital stay. I am using stand-by tickets, so flying is relatively inexpensive. I have insurance which should cover about 2/3 of my hospital bill, which was more than $1500 (but might have cost many thousands if I'd had the operation here in the States). I had to replace my laptop, which was another unexpected cost. But God is always faithful! I am appreciative of faithful monthly supporters, as well as the one-time gifts. Due to the extra expenses incurred, I lack $600 for the YWAM Bogota school, plus $200 for a plane ticket to return to Colombia. Those are my only imminent financial needs right now. I appreciate everyone who has been praying for me and giving--the Lord will richly repay you in many ways--watch and see that He is GOOD!!
Have a Merry Christmas! For the Invisible Children, Rachel
It has been a month since I've written. I spent a few weeks in Buenaventura, teaching English and helping with some low-income families (including buying an outfit for a little girlfriend of mine); I also provided $250 to help a poor family start a business, selling a delicious oatmeal drink in the streets. This will enable them to survive. I love lending or giving money to hard-working people to start small businesses, endowing them with a sense of honest respect.
After my time there, a Colombian friend and I I traveled six hours to Armenia, the hometown of my pastor Daniel Ramirez, staying with friends and visiting with Daniel's uncle. The following day, we took an 18-hour bus ride to Bucaramanga for a missions conference, which lasted a week. I spent time with the Leticia team and met with Jaime Useche to discuss future plans. He has asked me to join a team who goes into the Amazon communities working with disadvantaged and disabled children, helping with their spiritual, educational, and physical needs. I will begin that work after the four-month YWAM training school in Bogota, called Children At Risk (March-June).
After the week in Bucaramanga (where I suffered from some intense stomach pains), I went to Bogota with my friend; we stayed with a Christian family, the same we had stayed with the month before. Two nights later, the day before I was scheduled to leave for the Amazon, I had such intense stomach pains, throwing up, screaming with pain, that I went to the hospital, actually a private clinic. The doctor, who I later found out was the "best surgeon in Colombia," said he needed to operate immediately, that I had appendicitis. So he began with a laparoscopy, and saw that part of my colon was twisted around my appendix and had to cut me open. Next Tuesday I get my stitches out, so I'll know better how I am healing. I feel a lot better. The first week after the surgery I could barely move, and my friend helped me a lot, caring for me in the clinic and at home. The doctor suggested I go home to recover. So I worked out my visa (it had expired--but I had no problem getting it extended) and plane ticket (it's stand-by, but Delta provided a wheelchair and much help all the way, because I could barely walk and could not carry or lift anything).
I came home December 20. I spend a short time with my family, but have been at home resting a lot. I get tired quickly, but am not in as much pain as before. I can walk and sit up without help, although sometimes it hurts more than others--the stomach muscles get used for everything! I am happy to be home for Christmas, with family and friends, volunteering and resting. I have many doctor's appointments in the next couple weeks, plus will go see my grandma before leaving the States. I love the Christmas lights and festivities and music--I miss that in Latin America. But at the same time, I am eager to return to work.
I plan to be here until January 17, when I go back to Colombia. There is a mission trip coming in and I have been asked by a pastor friend to help translate. Then there is a week retreat in Leticia with Jaime's team. Then I'll be a couple weeks in Iquitos helping Cecy prepare for her wedding, which I am a part of. Speaking of Cecy, I was supposed to help her with Christmas for the kids, and although I was not there, I sent her $300, which she used in buying gifts for needy children, giving them a special Christmas.
I have been spending my free time researching street children, reading When Invisible Children Sing by Dr. Chi Huang (he spent about a year in the streets of Bolivia, helping and studying the kids and later started an orphanage of respect not rehibilitation). I cried over the movie Hotel Rwanda, thinking about my newly adopted brothers and sisters (by the Ahlers family) from Liberia. How much I want to go and help. I see myself in the near future spending time in Liberia and eventually adopting kids myself. I am "adopting" a Liberian boy and a girl, becoming a "mother of love" to them, writing them letters and sending them gifts (kind of like Compassion Int'l). I really want to eventually write children's stories about these kids who have suffered--the world needs to hear the "invisible children singing."
Next week, I'll include an invitation with directions in my newsletter that I will mail out, but I will invite you now to a "Travelin' Shoes Ministry Get-together" at Bob Richman's (see directions) on Friday, January 12, from 7-8:30 PM. It is NOT an open house or a fund raiser. Just come to hear updates of my ministry see, pictures, ask questions, and pray for me. There will be snacks and drinks. This is a good way for me to see everyone, as I can't personally visit you all, due to my health situation and shortness of time here in the States. My plan is to return to the States late fall 2007 to spend more time with friends and family and to have a fund raiser for 2008's mission.
Concerning funds--many people generously raised money to help me with my hospital stay. I am using stand-by tickets, so flying is relatively inexpensive. I have insurance which should cover about 2/3 of my hospital bill, which was more than $1500 (but might have cost many thousands if I'd had the operation here in the States). I had to replace my laptop, which was another unexpected cost. But God is always faithful! I am appreciative of faithful monthly supporters, as well as the one-time gifts. Due to the extra expenses incurred, I lack $600 for the YWAM Bogota school, plus $200 for a plane ticket to return to Colombia. Those are my only imminent financial needs right now. I appreciate everyone who has been praying for me and giving--the Lord will richly repay you in many ways--watch and see that He is GOOD!!
Have a Merry Christmas! For the Invisible Children, Rachel
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Buenaventura, Colombia: I have returned!!
Dear Friends,
You have not heard from me for a couple of weeks. The event in Buenaventura was wonderful. I loved the speakers, church participation, children’s ministry, praise and worship. Buenaventura is on the Pacific coast and the environment is much different from that of Perú, in that it is very spiritually needy but at the same time more advanced and moral—like the US, although definitely poorer financially. During Explosión I learned that there is much need in the Pacific coast—in cities, islands, and jungle communities, including street kid work. A pastor here wants to open an orphanage for children who need spiritual healing, as well as to provide education and life skills. I have always been open to the Lord’s leading and never felt called to one place, rather to where God wants me.
After talking to Cecy and her fiancé David, I learned two things: one, David has a few years more of studying in Bogotá, and two, his thoughts of missions is very different than mine—he wants to work to support his family and therefore will be between Bogotá and Leticia, helping Jaime Useche in the river work. Working in Iquitos doesn’t seem to be in his plans. This makes me sad, because Cecy and I had talked of many plans for the property and street kid ministry; I had rented a room and know my way around Iquitos. However with the recent difficulties there, and the fact that Cecy will not be there and does not have plans to be there in the near future (she marries in February), I believe that it is not wise for me to remain.
Therefore, in February, I will be moving my things, and ministry, to Colombia. I am working with Jaime Useche and am in contact with him concerning the development of my ministry. After Cecy’s wedding, I will attend the YWAM school in Bogotá for kids at high risk (March to June 2007) and pray for God’s leading. This is a bittersweet decision, as I had hopes for a ministry in Iquitos but I also believe that God is guiding me, so I have hope for the future and am not afraid. Jeremiah 29:11, “’For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” Today I hold on to this promise more than ever. More than anything I want to obey and follow His will for my life. And I trust Him who knows my heart better than I myself know it—“for He is greater than my heart and He knows everything” (1 John 3:20)!
Early December, in Bucaramanga, a city north of Bogotá, there is a YWAM missions conference for Colombia, Perú, and Ecuador, that Cecy recommended that I attend. So it makes more sense to stay in Colombia instead of going to Iquitos and two weeks later returning to Colombia. Also I had thought we would be working with the street kid ministry but Cecy decided she needs to work to earn money for the wedding. Because of the warm welcome I received in Buenaventura and the short amount of time I was able to stay (Cecy wanted to return to Bogotá to spend time with David and didn’t want to travel alone), I decided to return to see what plans God possibly had for me here. It is a similar set up to the Amazon River, with rivers and communities and street kids. I am excited to see that as one door is closing another seems to be opening. God is a good and loving Father!
I am staying in the home of the pastor and her family (she speaks English and is the one who talked to me about the orphanage) and I am working with an elementary school she started, in inner healing and teaching English. Monday I went to a baptism, 8 people were baptized. Tuesday evening was a mid-week service and the praise and worship, message, and ministry were incredible. Thursday night I went to the church’s cell group and the pastor shared a deep and moving message from the Word of God. Saturday morning I joined the church´s fast and prayer group and in the afternoon, I taught the youth group, from the passage in 1 John about showing not just talking love. Sunday I enjoyed the church service and fellowship, going out with some of the youth that evening. I feel fed spiritually yet hungry for more. God has been speaking to me daily as I have been reading Scripture (presently 1 John), listening to preachings from my home church Nueva Vida, reading an autobiography of a Colombian who met Christ in prison and a book by Louis Palau (both in Spanish!), and studying The Search for Significance.
I am in touch with my pastors from Nueva Vida, Southeast Christian: Daniel Ramirez and Chris Bushnell, Pastor Jaime Useche, YWAM Leticia, and my parents and close friends. We are praying together for this new step for “Travelin’ Shoes.” Please pray with me as seek God´s will for the future and as I return to Iquitos to pack up and say goodbye.
I will keep you updated. Much love!
Hello
By Rachel C. Deal
January 5, 2003
When I say "hello"
It means I've said "goodbye"
Starting an adventure
Means I've left one behind
A beginning I embrace
Signifies an end
Meeting a new person
Means missing an old friend
After I have left
I know I will arrive
Much is unfamiliar
Yet God always provides
For every goodbye
My heart feels the pain
But I know that very soon
I'll say hello again
I do not hold too tightly
The comforts from my past
I only hold on tightly
To the treasures that will last
Loving much and hurting
I thank God for both
A goodbye is always followed by
A heart-warming hello
I'm excited to be facing
Unknown territory
Because I know that this is
Where God wants me to be
Dear Friends,
You have not heard from me for a couple of weeks. The event in Buenaventura was wonderful. I loved the speakers, church participation, children’s ministry, praise and worship. Buenaventura is on the Pacific coast and the environment is much different from that of Perú, in that it is very spiritually needy but at the same time more advanced and moral—like the US, although definitely poorer financially. During Explosión I learned that there is much need in the Pacific coast—in cities, islands, and jungle communities, including street kid work. A pastor here wants to open an orphanage for children who need spiritual healing, as well as to provide education and life skills. I have always been open to the Lord’s leading and never felt called to one place, rather to where God wants me.
After talking to Cecy and her fiancé David, I learned two things: one, David has a few years more of studying in Bogotá, and two, his thoughts of missions is very different than mine—he wants to work to support his family and therefore will be between Bogotá and Leticia, helping Jaime Useche in the river work. Working in Iquitos doesn’t seem to be in his plans. This makes me sad, because Cecy and I had talked of many plans for the property and street kid ministry; I had rented a room and know my way around Iquitos. However with the recent difficulties there, and the fact that Cecy will not be there and does not have plans to be there in the near future (she marries in February), I believe that it is not wise for me to remain.
Therefore, in February, I will be moving my things, and ministry, to Colombia. I am working with Jaime Useche and am in contact with him concerning the development of my ministry. After Cecy’s wedding, I will attend the YWAM school in Bogotá for kids at high risk (March to June 2007) and pray for God’s leading. This is a bittersweet decision, as I had hopes for a ministry in Iquitos but I also believe that God is guiding me, so I have hope for the future and am not afraid. Jeremiah 29:11, “’For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” Today I hold on to this promise more than ever. More than anything I want to obey and follow His will for my life. And I trust Him who knows my heart better than I myself know it—“for He is greater than my heart and He knows everything” (1 John 3:20)!
Early December, in Bucaramanga, a city north of Bogotá, there is a YWAM missions conference for Colombia, Perú, and Ecuador, that Cecy recommended that I attend. So it makes more sense to stay in Colombia instead of going to Iquitos and two weeks later returning to Colombia. Also I had thought we would be working with the street kid ministry but Cecy decided she needs to work to earn money for the wedding. Because of the warm welcome I received in Buenaventura and the short amount of time I was able to stay (Cecy wanted to return to Bogotá to spend time with David and didn’t want to travel alone), I decided to return to see what plans God possibly had for me here. It is a similar set up to the Amazon River, with rivers and communities and street kids. I am excited to see that as one door is closing another seems to be opening. God is a good and loving Father!
I am staying in the home of the pastor and her family (she speaks English and is the one who talked to me about the orphanage) and I am working with an elementary school she started, in inner healing and teaching English. Monday I went to a baptism, 8 people were baptized. Tuesday evening was a mid-week service and the praise and worship, message, and ministry were incredible. Thursday night I went to the church’s cell group and the pastor shared a deep and moving message from the Word of God. Saturday morning I joined the church´s fast and prayer group and in the afternoon, I taught the youth group, from the passage in 1 John about showing not just talking love. Sunday I enjoyed the church service and fellowship, going out with some of the youth that evening. I feel fed spiritually yet hungry for more. God has been speaking to me daily as I have been reading Scripture (presently 1 John), listening to preachings from my home church Nueva Vida, reading an autobiography of a Colombian who met Christ in prison and a book by Louis Palau (both in Spanish!), and studying The Search for Significance.
I am in touch with my pastors from Nueva Vida, Southeast Christian: Daniel Ramirez and Chris Bushnell, Pastor Jaime Useche, YWAM Leticia, and my parents and close friends. We are praying together for this new step for “Travelin’ Shoes.” Please pray with me as seek God´s will for the future and as I return to Iquitos to pack up and say goodbye.
I will keep you updated. Much love!
Hello
By Rachel C. Deal
January 5, 2003
When I say "hello"
It means I've said "goodbye"
Starting an adventure
Means I've left one behind
A beginning I embrace
Signifies an end
Meeting a new person
Means missing an old friend
After I have left
I know I will arrive
Much is unfamiliar
Yet God always provides
For every goodbye
My heart feels the pain
But I know that very soon
I'll say hello again
I do not hold too tightly
The comforts from my past
I only hold on tightly
To the treasures that will last
Loving much and hurting
I thank God for both
A goodbye is always followed by
A heart-warming hello
I'm excited to be facing
Unknown territory
Because I know that this is
Where God wants me to be
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Buenaventura: Pacific Coast
Buenaventura and the pacific coast in general has much need and a deep spiritual hunger. The coast is beautiful, see the pictures, and I would like to return to work there someday.
I have returned to Bogota after a wonderful week in Buenaventura. The teachings and ministry times were the most incredible experience I´ve ever had. Many people came and learned, many were saved and healed during the nightly crusades. Praise the Lord! The weekend of Explosión changed my life. I had the opportunity to translate, pray for the local people, spend time with pastors and Christian brothers and sisters, and help with the children´s event. I didn´t have a specific role, but God used me in several different ways to bless the people. And at the same time, I received a huge blessing.
Thanks for praying and supporting me so I could participate in this event. I definately see myself working in Colombia much more. I am resting and reading this week in Bogota. I will have a birthday party next Tuesday. I just went grocery shopping with Cecy and am going to David´s house to help her cook dinner. This Internet cafe is right around the corner from the house, very safe and convenient. I took the medicines my parents sent me (and received lots of goodies from them!!)--and that helped, but I am still coughing. Please pray for complete healing and restoration during this next week. Thank you so much! Blessings.
Buenaventura and the pacific coast in general has much need and a deep spiritual hunger. The coast is beautiful, see the pictures, and I would like to return to work there someday.
I have returned to Bogota after a wonderful week in Buenaventura. The teachings and ministry times were the most incredible experience I´ve ever had. Many people came and learned, many were saved and healed during the nightly crusades. Praise the Lord! The weekend of Explosión changed my life. I had the opportunity to translate, pray for the local people, spend time with pastors and Christian brothers and sisters, and help with the children´s event. I didn´t have a specific role, but God used me in several different ways to bless the people. And at the same time, I received a huge blessing.
Thanks for praying and supporting me so I could participate in this event. I definately see myself working in Colombia much more. I am resting and reading this week in Bogota. I will have a birthday party next Tuesday. I just went grocery shopping with Cecy and am going to David´s house to help her cook dinner. This Internet cafe is right around the corner from the house, very safe and convenient. I took the medicines my parents sent me (and received lots of goodies from them!!)--and that helped, but I am still coughing. Please pray for complete healing and restoration during this next week. Thank you so much! Blessings.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Bogota, Colombia
Three days in bus, and they were three long days, weren´t as terrible as I´d thought! Cecy and I arrived fine, and rested all of today. We just went out to walk this evening. Tomorrow we leave for Cali in plane for a week of working with Jaime Useche in Explosion, an evangelistic event. Then we will stay in Bogota for a week (during which I will celebrate my 30th birthday!) before beginning the trip home through Leticia. I am glad I came but am ready to return to Iquitos.
Three days in bus, and they were three long days, weren´t as terrible as I´d thought! Cecy and I arrived fine, and rested all of today. We just went out to walk this evening. Tomorrow we leave for Cali in plane for a week of working with Jaime Useche in Explosion, an evangelistic event. Then we will stay in Bogota for a week (during which I will celebrate my 30th birthday!) before beginning the trip home through Leticia. I am glad I came but am ready to return to Iquitos.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Lima
4 days in Lima, to rest, repack, buy my dress and shoes for Cecy´s wedding, and get a bus ticket to Bogota. Cecy and I leave tomorrow and arrive Sunday afternoon (3 days in bus!). But serving the Lord in Colombia and being in Bogota for my birthday will be good. Please pray for this final week of planning for the evangelistic event, for peace, safety, and wisdom for Cecy and me and everyone involved, and that many will come to know Christ personally. Blessings.
4 days in Lima, to rest, repack, buy my dress and shoes for Cecy´s wedding, and get a bus ticket to Bogota. Cecy and I leave tomorrow and arrive Sunday afternoon (3 days in bus!). But serving the Lord in Colombia and being in Bogota for my birthday will be good. Please pray for this final week of planning for the evangelistic event, for peace, safety, and wisdom for Cecy and me and everyone involved, and that many will come to know Christ personally. Blessings.
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