tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949591547274757662024-03-05T03:16:11.544-08:00Heading Home...Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-45132546238482246612010-12-29T05:42:00.000-08:002010-12-29T06:07:05.970-08:00I've MovedI've moved my blog and will not be posting here any further. You'll currently find it at<br /><br /> www.jungle-journey.blogspot.com <br /><br />instead. Remember the dash between jungle and journey, as if you don't you'll be on another similar blog instead. Looking forward to "meeting" you there.:) -MariaMeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-46767127926053555912010-12-16T11:38:00.000-08:002010-12-23T10:00:17.103-08:00We see this...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5C4oZGU4FGO9QR7f02M6aDWM4kiEfHbgoT-Bdoar23oU32lLuE8dr6CwU5zlPny0pQtDnPfwHW3oKeoD2bVLMuhnnsKE-wcjVslQ-zbVuV4X8QAL6Qs-O1ioGujl5SF2WlXW-ktJZciwp/s1600/DSC02051.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5C4oZGU4FGO9QR7f02M6aDWM4kiEfHbgoT-Bdoar23oU32lLuE8dr6CwU5zlPny0pQtDnPfwHW3oKeoD2bVLMuhnnsKE-wcjVslQ-zbVuV4X8QAL6Qs-O1ioGujl5SF2WlXW-ktJZciwp/s320/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551367648929994210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWvyBjzM-BJPTpd8EFj0DG1j873ZLlG7uOWOpUxEvao5qu-m05FPCwF13-ha-Bmd30fBRGB4e3s-3SjbXKnqExKCYuTGAUw1r6NYHMQoEs8Fju3tUaBq4La7zqvlxkPrx4gYB2MjMlIgX/s1600/IMG174.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJbpDkQlgRgApb4T-MhU7yRUx8fI4r4D0HeEsifI0y-eVhhBNL2-czR_dvg6YwrILyqz7ylIo7c3SOfkUEYGj3wcuDGs_a1js-gXscH31s4YBE-fxKd57NBqCYBtKEEi4IF29wiud_ynP/s320/Thai+10-3+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552345685523932114" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5V42myNR_86dLvxIMm8iVUbDanyBdQjTLxHN1r5ImJJzygiF6SmMAULbw6M1hr47vkQXjzWMUhVmm_2eprjP4rHKaT6qGE6arXdUpo2jyxE7QpKq6Fsq-WDp5vnwUlA7KTss2oglyjSk/s1600/DSC02828.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5V42myNR_86dLvxIMm8iVUbDanyBdQjTLxHN1r5ImJJzygiF6SmMAULbw6M1hr47vkQXjzWMUhVmm_2eprjP4rHKaT6qGE6arXdUpo2jyxE7QpKq6Fsq-WDp5vnwUlA7KTss2oglyjSk/s320/DSC02828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551369514519070130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhot4v5MVQ1_9PXCJ6YG-cMoPSqmDn76JD8Q1bn5m_nloCDv0sf1756ClcpcVZ2806-VScDE838D_U319gEp3D_TVNNNLO1u1-j_r5tTPzIUXU0sfC1D0a5Jv3P7-4WBVqOshA_X2C5NTfP/s1600/DSCN1851.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhot4v5MVQ1_9PXCJ6YG-cMoPSqmDn76JD8Q1bn5m_nloCDv0sf1756ClcpcVZ2806-VScDE838D_U319gEp3D_TVNNNLO1u1-j_r5tTPzIUXU0sfC1D0a5Jv3P7-4WBVqOshA_X2C5NTfP/s320/DSCN1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552344311364501234" /></a><br /><br /><br />But then we see this too...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3pWy51L1JxoHiBBIYTgNjcpBXevZOe7ghi_ytM0F8coT2OxxG8qs2XGaHz90uwOCSYKFKrzvTtJm-gfqO97hZsapkDSzd9T5Vz5pi3X8JAxaT4m9yrxlKWkZF8wCO0gPmCvgWiSJz1DW/s1600/IMG131.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3pWy51L1JxoHiBBIYTgNjcpBXevZOe7ghi_ytM0F8coT2OxxG8qs2XGaHz90uwOCSYKFKrzvTtJm-gfqO97hZsapkDSzd9T5Vz5pi3X8JAxaT4m9yrxlKWkZF8wCO0gPmCvgWiSJz1DW/s320/IMG131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552347601750031362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggJEPAHA8BzRHwVuMEPnF_hi8pica9FBuCOOKBMi1u2o0dTxYs83zLdrp77UlDiG-PCuvKIj1lsAAUOjBvKDpYX15MkGzI6V-_2Y_oL2sBvMwPa0QF8vfzgW2tPAXqmJlYD8KzqRr_gno/s1600/DSCN1998.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggJEPAHA8BzRHwVuMEPnF_hi8pica9FBuCOOKBMi1u2o0dTxYs83zLdrp77UlDiG-PCuvKIj1lsAAUOjBvKDpYX15MkGzI6V-_2Y_oL2sBvMwPa0QF8vfzgW2tPAXqmJlYD8KzqRr_gno/s320/DSCN1998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552344746801114178" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v961oTA4OZXQQGXJxPLLE56pg2_xKtggF0ApqKC1YZyFvPpppW1UDXWyqr1YcSdWkM8Dt8TWLlGrQzRxbGS8Fou3wtU5zto5-81vML7T7m6ue1zOmOJZXr3Max8u91OVpzl9UE0sGS20/s1600/thai+10%253B4+067.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5v961oTA4OZXQQGXJxPLLE56pg2_xKtggF0ApqKC1YZyFvPpppW1UDXWyqr1YcSdWkM8Dt8TWLlGrQzRxbGS8Fou3wtU5zto5-81vML7T7m6ue1zOmOJZXr3Max8u91OVpzl9UE0sGS20/s320/thai+10%253B4+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552346958932263778" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQWlrae37Wr6mUqkddJnaR4e3D_9zY-Yn06GeZ1qGYe47_zaCO9_liqAwlg9dr9pUMivala2QVWU5W0QxAnKtEIp6ZGGxmoOOVOuKaNPLMaTvQwYL8SYgoc_ZGKuUGrN2bO1vhD-PiYeJ/s1600/thai+10%253B4+068.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQWlrae37Wr6mUqkddJnaR4e3D_9zY-Yn06GeZ1qGYe47_zaCO9_liqAwlg9dr9pUMivala2QVWU5W0QxAnKtEIp6ZGGxmoOOVOuKaNPLMaTvQwYL8SYgoc_ZGKuUGrN2bO1vhD-PiYeJ/s320/thai+10%253B4+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552347227834825954" /></a><br /><br />"Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it." <br />-Helen KellerMeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-44968420971514267322010-12-09T21:43:00.000-08:002010-12-09T21:45:22.842-08:00An Honor“If a commission by an earthly king is considered an honor, how can a commission by a Heavenly King be considered a sacrifice?” -David LivingstoneMeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-92145460576400114532010-12-09T21:36:00.000-08:002010-12-09T22:38:51.349-08:00Jabez Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmOia-__KWvCecoiotXp0eUyeMhW2wbWJovroV0gWAh4LrkY-W9tjiRlFMZdZqGGGTb6w2x-cVUTvUG51eh8WrKLCNyeQUUV10GYDzf8MsnED9fv0btq4exdGZK4dswSnBGKXROHxuN2S/s1600/63958_1746453060261_1206837265_1994628_492130_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmOia-__KWvCecoiotXp0eUyeMhW2wbWJovroV0gWAh4LrkY-W9tjiRlFMZdZqGGGTb6w2x-cVUTvUG51eh8WrKLCNyeQUUV10GYDzf8MsnED9fv0btq4exdGZK4dswSnBGKXROHxuN2S/s320/63958_1746453060261_1206837265_1994628_492130_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548938662300761218" /></a><br /><br />Two months…two hospital stays…an incubator…a feeding tube…painful wound dressings…two blood transfusions…numerous x-rays…countless needles being stuck and re-stuck into his tiny self…untold antibiotics…hospital neglect…caring and concerned staff…pneumonia…discouragement...prayers…praise…love…long nights later………<br /><br />He’s “home” (i.e. out of the hospital) and healthi<em>er</em>!<br /> <br />He’s defied the odds -- being born two months early in his village hut, not having enough milk, being wrapped in dirty rags, weighing 3.2 lbs at one-month-old, suffering from malnutrition and dehydration which left his skin lying in pitiful folds, pretty severe anemia, losing his twin, having an awful open sore on his back which was packed with feces and should have produced a massive infection -- and smashed all grim warnings to smithereens! Will you say praise the Lord? I do not believe I’m stretching it to say he’s a miracle.<br /><br />At his last check-up he weighed in at a whopping 5.8 lbs, having gained 2.6 lbs since we first got him. I must say that the weight gain suits his little frame quite nicely and it’s such a joy to watch his little cheeks begin to grow chubby.:)<br />Despite all his improvements though, the doctor insists that he’s still much too fragile to travel with, much less return to the border area. She says that he has only about 1/10 of the immune system a normal baby would have. And he’s still battling. The pneumonia has not completely disappeared from his right lung and he’s right now developing a worrisome cough. He also has developed inguinal hernia (more common with preemies) which he will need surgery for in three more months. (They have to wait ‘til he’s six-months-old as it would be too dangerous to operate right now.) None-the-less, the weight gain is exciting as well as the rest of his development. He can hold his head up pretty good on his own as well as supporting his own weight on his legs, not to mention those smiles!:)<br />So this leaves me still up here in Chiang Mai. After his discharge from the hospital we stayed with wonderful missionary friends in the area for a couple weeks, but, as we’re looking at a more long-term stay (the doctor would like him to at least get up to 5 kg) of possibly several months, at least on and off, I went ahead and rented a simple little place which is nearby. I will have to return to the border for several days this next week so it’s a big blessing to have friends that I will be able to leave him with.<br />And as to an update as to what’s happening down at the children’s home and school, that will have to be another blog.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRrCAQxJx0rvR_HKcM5n_pXZCmiPpuM9k_mZEQIs0c_M0iknzHd6xn6oees6LLdv8slZa-yskOSgt31kOy4DDEk8Uh3nTQvLpdiGsqbhCngc84G-IEXfQ6dOS65zxs62y2fZQZWl_ykAr/s1600/154933_1746452300242_1206837265_1994625_7184972_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRrCAQxJx0rvR_HKcM5n_pXZCmiPpuM9k_mZEQIs0c_M0iknzHd6xn6oees6LLdv8slZa-yskOSgt31kOy4DDEk8Uh3nTQvLpdiGsqbhCngc84G-IEXfQ6dOS65zxs62y2fZQZWl_ykAr/s320/154933_1746452300242_1206837265_1994625_7184972_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548938668448763234" /></a>Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-22032656631856206352010-12-09T21:32:00.000-08:002010-12-09T21:35:59.080-08:00Living By God's MathI just finished reading the little book The Prayer of Jabez by Bruce Wilkinson which someone gave me recently (after hearing that I named our baby Jabez they thought it vital that I should read the book.) This part of it really stood out to me. It’s speaking about the phrase in his prayer, “…and enlarge my coast…” Seeing the first equation below, I realized how much I tend to think that way. I mean it makes sense. All of that should limit me or at least influence what I do in life, right? Or maybe not.<br /> <br />“Whatever our gifts, education, or vocation might be, our calling is to do God’s work on earth. If you want, you can call it living out your faith for others. You can call it ministry. You can call it every Christian’s day job. But whatever you call it, God is looking for people who want to do more of it, because sadly, most believers seem to shrink from living at this level of blessing and influence.<br />For most of us, our reluctance comes from getting our numbers right, but our arithmetic completely wrong. For example, when we’re deciding what size territory God has in mind for us, we keep an equation in our heart that adds up to something like this:<br /><br />My abilities + experience + training + my personality and appearance + my past + the expectations of others = my assigned territory.<br /><br /> No matter how many sermons we’ve heard about God’s power to work through us, we simply gloss over the meaning of that one little work <em>through</em>. Sure, we say we want God to work <em>through </em>us, but what we really mean is <em>by</em> or in <em>association with</em>. Yet God’s reminder to us is the same one He gave the Jews when they returned from captivity to a decimated homeland: “Not by might nor by power but by My Spirit, says the Lord of hosts” (Zechariah 4:6).<br />Our God specializes in working through normal people who believe in a supernormal God who will do His work through them. What He’s waiting for is the invitation. That means God’s math would look more like this:<br /><br />My willingness and weakness + God’s will and supernatural power = my expanding territory.”<br /><br /><strong>“And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou would bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast, and that thine hand might be with me, and that thou wouldest keep me from evil, that it may not grieve me! And God granted him that which he requested.” 1 Chronicles 4:10</strong><br /><br />“As God’s chosen, blessed sons and daughters, we are expected to attempt something large enough that failure is guaranteed…unless God steps in. …For the Christian, dependance is just another word for power.” Bruce WilkinsonMeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-18680566593769995102010-11-29T20:55:00.000-08:002010-11-29T20:58:07.892-08:00"...although that was the shortest...""God did not guide them by the road towards the Philistines, although that was the shortest;... God made them go round by way of the wilderness towards the red sea." <br /><br />Exodus 13:17-18Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-61917891442571651882010-11-23T04:35:00.000-08:002010-11-23T06:40:28.579-08:00Go Back!If you've had an interest in the LMT project, scroll down a couple posts back to see the two posts entitled Backpacks & Supplies and Graduation. I startled the titles several days ago, but I was just able to upload the pics and finish them. <br /><br />:)'sMeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-76812405457798147692010-11-21T03:38:00.000-08:002010-11-21T04:37:07.988-08:00God's calling = His enabling<em>Who am I to charge God with having something more "exciting" in store for my life? What's my purpose in life anyways -- to serve God, or to hound after adventure, experiences, and adrenaline thrills? And exactly who do I have the audacity to think that I am... to venture to think that the plans of <strong>my</strong> creation are what my Creator created me for.</em><br /><br />Words of recent rebuke to myself from my journal. God has spoken to my heart giving me a new vision for service - one that may require a more long-term commitment and that goes completely against anything I have ever envisioned myself being involved in. (Although I would have fully supported anyone else's doing so.) All of a sudden I could hear the thoughts of my heart for what they were and I was so ashamed of myself. Me questioning God as to if this is really what He would have for me as I was meant for more "adventurous" work. Yeah. Sad.<br /><br />You see, I love adventure. And I <em>knew</em> that because of that God made me to work flying as a bush pilot in Alaska...or I should have adventures as a backpack medic in the jungles of Burma...or at least do medical relief work in Afghanistan...and, if not that, God certainly made me to be a paramedic on the streets of some busy city in the States, there for others in their emergencies... That's how I would serve. Right? I mean of course! Yes, without a doubt! Because God would want me to be happy! And He knows I couldn't be happy doing something that's listed as more "boring" or domestic in my book. <br /><br /><em>Or couldn't I?</em><br /><br />What I now know is that - wonder of wonders! - I could. And I couldn't only just be happy. I could be exuberantly joyfully happy. If that's what my Father wants. <br /><br />After all, His calling is His enabling...Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-15004965762767096942010-11-17T08:31:00.001-08:002010-11-17T09:07:08.982-08:00Update: Jabez DanielSo our little Jabez is 2 months old already and grows cuter daily (it continually baffles me as to how that really works, seeing as he's already about as cute as cute gets!):) According to the best I can figure, if Isaac and him had not been two months preemie they should have been born last Sabbath. He's currently 1.015 kg (or 4.4 lbs), having gained over half a kg since when we first got him. And incredibly enough, considering the size and depth of that thing, his pressure sore has pretty much completely healed!<br />Despite his improvements though, they re-hospitalized him up in Chiang Mai this last Sunday. He was diagnosed with severe anemia (worse than before) and pneumonia. After another blood transfusion he's doing much better and it looks as if he'll be discharged soon.<br />He's a really truly miracle!Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-9128651789751859792010-11-17T08:30:00.000-08:002010-11-23T04:29:23.861-08:00GraduationSunday dawned bright and clear as usual, but for me a special day, no less. The graduation for our LMT students together with presenting them with their backpacks and medical supplies which they have worked so hard for. While this had been to me a very special project, I was more than ready to let the load of it roll off of my shoulders. It's been a big learning curve for me and I'd love to see it happen again. A big thank-you to everyone who helped out along the way! Not to mention our Eureka youth class who worked so hard for this! Here's just a couple pictures that show a small piece of the fruit of your labors. I wish you could have been there to see the smiles on their faces! And, no, regretfully, Jason's specialized do-it-all surgical scalpels were not part of the presentation.:) <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTiocXBDACYEWFPVuNgp2qXZBazN1f23i8RiejMMETfTDPn_XAa0DZwKAXxfKlhVVwpPkabsMwokAhGzoN0GLL0EY46xn0nVjQoQwr8cn8nD8UmGipVuJp5N_OM3HmThO9SomaUhPRu3b/s1600/Mosuh+%2526+Monuh+004.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTiocXBDACYEWFPVuNgp2qXZBazN1f23i8RiejMMETfTDPn_XAa0DZwKAXxfKlhVVwpPkabsMwokAhGzoN0GLL0EY46xn0nVjQoQwr8cn8nD8UmGipVuJp5N_OM3HmThO9SomaUhPRu3b/s320/Mosuh+%2526+Monuh+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542702047495541058" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-rbbGEDxPPcjjRshUBObGQU2e7qgX1x95rgR7c8FoCho4my7Obt7wUz_-BlnLbA4pOgJETUTU5kXjM8uFY6J4rL3oAESfoBMdTewde6j0tKflWYnYT_Q7dTHvnCoMlzlJiL1najGNJPS/s1600/Mosuh+%2526+Monuh+008.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-rbbGEDxPPcjjRshUBObGQU2e7qgX1x95rgR7c8FoCho4my7Obt7wUz_-BlnLbA4pOgJETUTU5kXjM8uFY6J4rL3oAESfoBMdTewde6j0tKflWYnYT_Q7dTHvnCoMlzlJiL1najGNJPS/s320/Mosuh+%2526+Monuh+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542702168078347570" /></a><br />You may notice that their is only seven students in the picture rather than nine (the number we had purchased backpacks and supplies for.) It came as a real blow to me to learn that right at the end of the class, in my absence, two of the students left our school. But God's in control of that. At the same time as I was so disapointed, in a way I was almost relieved too as the two who left (voluntarily) were my two students that I was really struggling with at times (one seeming entirely unmotivated and the other overly self-confidant.) Right now all I need is two dedicated students to fill in the gap. Hopefully I'll be able to work more one-on-one with them.<br />Nonetheless, it was a very special day. We had prayer and a couple of small speeches in which the students were admonished to ultimately rely on God in any situation they may face and to use prayer at every opportunity. They were then presented with the backpacks and we had a meal of fruit, milk, and cookies (real treats) for celebration.<br />They don't want to be finished. (How I love them! Motivated students like that are so much fun!) They'd like to continue learning with more random classes when possible. I'd like to see that happen. Now I just need to get my act together and do it. Hopefully it will happen after things are more settled with Jabez and I return again.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-70612426385723741762010-11-17T07:16:00.000-08:002010-11-23T04:44:08.390-08:00Backpacks & Supplies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpQ4ketlI-r7qqC7uRyfAGJMXE3UfQmP4ypF6rD6ef-_mvhpaHU1Xxgohegj1AlzdD7WDwZE4oeqNXQxkz3tn4TkMyZzK6Fn9Zz3q9OvF232TC2ZrUsMwL_J8dJLuPTWBQh6hYfGOWof5/s1600/blog4+246.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpQ4ketlI-r7qqC7uRyfAGJMXE3UfQmP4ypF6rD6ef-_mvhpaHU1Xxgohegj1AlzdD7WDwZE4oeqNXQxkz3tn4TkMyZzK6Fn9Zz3q9OvF232TC2ZrUsMwL_J8dJLuPTWBQh6hYfGOWof5/s320/blog4+246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542699583313936562" /></a><br />This would be all the backpacks and supplies for our LMT students (supplies including: stethoscopes, bp cuffs, hemostats, scissors, thermometers, salbutamol, paracetemol, bags for medicine, and even instant hand sanitizer - a free gift from a pharmacy where I often buy medicine!) which the youth class from our home church took on as a special project and donated all the money for.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovPMCvUigaIYonjC-ngfV929a1o1oqb3s2ItUYC_kyTWVikp7etPLpqEr4sRwYWHb6s0IaF4OKVxl193HaOo9QvdWy_U_Dmxu0zhDvlyKE36RpiIjiQTmgQta3Eez-wfyziRd2F-y9e4P/s1600/blog4+240.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovPMCvUigaIYonjC-ngfV929a1o1oqb3s2ItUYC_kyTWVikp7etPLpqEr4sRwYWHb6s0IaF4OKVxl193HaOo9QvdWy_U_Dmxu0zhDvlyKE36RpiIjiQTmgQta3Eez-wfyziRd2F-y9e4P/s320/blog4+240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542699276916424146" /></a><br />Now this was a fun - picure time! Finally getting to see it all together!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5v98AsblrrIiarTyH2yYyqwatRd0rHlNXmw2bSx6awaFR8cRDqHIQ0-dqdPvksVQe2726z904okiS_5jASin4W2EBWIzEtr75E6Y-tWL_U2bqvzW-oM4X4-dIOE-KJCu3tu-KilIpyxh/s1600/blog4+253.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5v98AsblrrIiarTyH2yYyqwatRd0rHlNXmw2bSx6awaFR8cRDqHIQ0-dqdPvksVQe2726z904okiS_5jASin4W2EBWIzEtr75E6Y-tWL_U2bqvzW-oM4X4-dIOE-KJCu3tu-KilIpyxh/s320/blog4+253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542699696390396498" /></a><br />Jason happened upon the fun just in time to add his special implements of sorts to the assortment. He likes to think of it as his special part to play in all of it - yes, that would be his specialialized do-it-all surgical scalpels? which incidentally come in varying shapes and sizes. Possibly a bit rusty, but none the worse for the wear.:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUJ_4hS4EVtmDYP_WL8-O4DSFtIU7zWweTWhlW-YxuXV9ZYIVDq1Ff0120vtxzivzW5uIfsQG8TLFK2cE6xcCxRmwa_08zX8es8Wg2DhWzso2JoD9bBv3TSAZGeib3G7ZqPq5WzyqMskq/s1600/blog4+260.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUJ_4hS4EVtmDYP_WL8-O4DSFtIU7zWweTWhlW-YxuXV9ZYIVDq1Ff0120vtxzivzW5uIfsQG8TLFK2cE6xcCxRmwa_08zX8es8Wg2DhWzso2JoD9bBv3TSAZGeib3G7ZqPq5WzyqMskq/s320/blog4+260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542701002367506706" /></a><br />Look ready to go? A Bible and maybe some rice thrown into the mix and it would appear so!<br /><br />How do we say thank-you? God used you to turn this dream into a reality!:)Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-52395970946735044142010-10-31T20:50:00.001-07:002010-10-31T20:55:25.276-07:00Note: I'll do my best to have the now outdated pictures and an update of the LMT graduation up shortly. Everything with the twins and our hospital stay successfully turned my world upside down (in a nice kind of way...) and all of a sudden all other commitments have paled in comparison.:)Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-3755450064530074802010-10-31T19:59:00.000-07:002010-10-31T20:49:13.727-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHc5fSBS8pscpup57e3Uvoi9ouQHD-VPNEF9E8mJ9QN2rIfuOQ7_xBVId-SuV96JQuX6lK_LXQrjnCEZb6GhyJOHiXipwc4mvrUTDgKgnU-8sfvop94_32-Q2thq_UztyxjUjGQibbE3J3/s1600/Jabez+016.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHc5fSBS8pscpup57e3Uvoi9ouQHD-VPNEF9E8mJ9QN2rIfuOQ7_xBVId-SuV96JQuX6lK_LXQrjnCEZb6GhyJOHiXipwc4mvrUTDgKgnU-8sfvop94_32-Q2thq_UztyxjUjGQibbE3J3/s320/Jabez+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534411676929176994" /></a><br /><br />I need to appologize for not keeping everyone updated. I'm sure the word probably already got out to many that Baby 2 (named Isaac Nathaniel) didn't make it. Despite my heart breaking over the situation with him, there is still joy as his brother, Jabez Daniel, has a strong will to live and is, no doubt, getting stronger with each day. After nearly two weeks in the hospital, they just discharged this last Tuesday (Still fighting a fever and having just hit a whopping 1.68 or so kg!) His pressure sore is healing nicely. He still needs prayers as our situation for caring for him is far from ideal... <br />When it comes to describing him, precious would be an understatement and others assure me that it's not simply my prejudice that assures me of this. Especially since he's in my lap at the internet cafe right now and I just looked down in time to see him smile!:) <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjFO81IGailvNLC_H-cNrYIkcNmDQdypycfjgbnecc-Rp7DxxXoPeCKGSs_7C3Uiy3dU4GVed3elt6VcLYU_DsWQUjsEkaZhK9bkS67jlqoScAJZTgIpGuKXJNQoSz8qJQ3TM-GEGo10a/s1600/Jabez+025.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjFO81IGailvNLC_H-cNrYIkcNmDQdypycfjgbnecc-Rp7DxxXoPeCKGSs_7C3Uiy3dU4GVed3elt6VcLYU_DsWQUjsEkaZhK9bkS67jlqoScAJZTgIpGuKXJNQoSz8qJQ3TM-GEGo10a/s320/Jabez+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534411687813882386" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SIeIzJb9MP-qs_6AbL0PY1Xzq1uEyBJ2BZN4BK3RJwzHUqDinK4_wsh6j43EiNuyMALbRNN_f8BOHJGaPIm2RdvTfoLgDkZBD3a07_tmeeIeLhYI-t7xDVJEcHkWkgDCV6Wf2deidi8Z/s1600/P1050662.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SIeIzJb9MP-qs_6AbL0PY1Xzq1uEyBJ2BZN4BK3RJwzHUqDinK4_wsh6j43EiNuyMALbRNN_f8BOHJGaPIm2RdvTfoLgDkZBD3a07_tmeeIeLhYI-t7xDVJEcHkWkgDCV6Wf2deidi8Z/s320/P1050662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534413063558240242" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MQ0C8hyvqeXWyRdJxFCSZ6_jKugIb0drb8zStwcE4nwHuDzl-1zbyf4WjF2vNLzpZwgwbkN6gxEcDBgQvyk7bOLBOvqhj9yLKged7Zz4nj19in-OLtv3TqThyphenhyphenOGx0LKy1pI-AykME7YK/s1600/P1050671.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MQ0C8hyvqeXWyRdJxFCSZ6_jKugIb0drb8zStwcE4nwHuDzl-1zbyf4WjF2vNLzpZwgwbkN6gxEcDBgQvyk7bOLBOvqhj9yLKged7Zz4nj19in-OLtv3TqThyphenhyphenOGx0LKy1pI-AykME7YK/s320/P1050671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534413076222045970" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzmB4hYJMJ1CeZr9F30q_0L3RZJ3DxwPVBPSq4vGvE1YagCiIrsktbVNgp3aw5hBOYVHDIv2Dj6RkDQRNSpFjZV7dTBt0GwutoCHPKXYd59iDELCuNZ4x7vqvAiUB2bprKqIx-kjltdjK/s1600/P1050672.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzmB4hYJMJ1CeZr9F30q_0L3RZJ3DxwPVBPSq4vGvE1YagCiIrsktbVNgp3aw5hBOYVHDIv2Dj6RkDQRNSpFjZV7dTBt0GwutoCHPKXYd59iDELCuNZ4x7vqvAiUB2bprKqIx-kjltdjK/s320/P1050672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534413079071621458" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWcAGsSA_QTpRowpjZejFVy8FQC4IlG64w5KPGeJkacLztIs7tB-BT-12k7JMrslhEETBo-0rMV_VbxvCPQdJaZ_0h6meQ8QDrwRRlAEEz0DzUI8drbOL86EKnZ5887OEsobIEVsUGuzA/s1600/P1050668.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWcAGsSA_QTpRowpjZejFVy8FQC4IlG64w5KPGeJkacLztIs7tB-BT-12k7JMrslhEETBo-0rMV_VbxvCPQdJaZ_0h6meQ8QDrwRRlAEEz0DzUI8drbOL86EKnZ5887OEsobIEVsUGuzA/s320/P1050668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534413068870941090" /></a>Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-36056027980356984762010-10-14T20:46:00.000-07:002010-12-29T04:50:33.015-08:0010/14/10<br />Please pray for Moenuh (Baby # 2)! While Moesuh seems to be improving, Moenuh is in more critical condition. They transported him by ambulance this morning to the NICU at the Maesot hospital. He has an ET tube in now and they transported him so he can be on a ventilator. The doctor thinks it's pneumonia. It hurts to not be able to be with him (I had to stay here in Metta with Moesuh). Jason will try to see him today and hopefully I'll have an update later.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-16924010081727105492010-10-14T20:18:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:55:59.240-07:00Moesuh and Monuh (i.e. Baby 1 & Baby 2)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBjITZfmyUghZdq_F7HY4NcZ8h5l_IaB8CPzNp7aZvCSvr_7iO-c9pa9y3UNaiiXMzGJPY3tPaZVEBrgVzClrso5uUki4c8Tiqa1ODaSFCukfToEkfBPvOFpnN_U_61keYzsWsI6wKE6o/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+018.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBjITZfmyUghZdq_F7HY4NcZ8h5l_IaB8CPzNp7aZvCSvr_7iO-c9pa9y3UNaiiXMzGJPY3tPaZVEBrgVzClrso5uUki4c8Tiqa1ODaSFCukfToEkfBPvOFpnN_U_61keYzsWsI6wKE6o/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528108532356370786" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCuh-n0C5s2j49z5pKtcaxGfOrCBHVT_1B6iHtw6H1Y7mdj5UvKuvqrGmAnN0attzJTtdHwr89hMomiUQPnifUINC-WNVLRn6oPHoEkNfn8Q2xvx-FUagXNJENZN3i91EWpyNDzroAhP8/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+019.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCuh-n0C5s2j49z5pKtcaxGfOrCBHVT_1B6iHtw6H1Y7mdj5UvKuvqrGmAnN0attzJTtdHwr89hMomiUQPnifUINC-WNVLRn6oPHoEkNfn8Q2xvx-FUagXNJENZN3i91EWpyNDzroAhP8/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528108534334829506" /></a><br />Monuh, yesterday with his feeding tube in.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlTzSg0V0bnVn6QX9deOe59L06EDtOqvchDdVShKQxC0RaqQ6tceithlNOwGTxVyhoGgWB_S7wFKVW9JrVqzpoN4BKAldyupa2fha-XIO61WLO83ajVjQXohE18DvBUTofoZej1-vaTDA/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+023.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlTzSg0V0bnVn6QX9deOe59L06EDtOqvchDdVShKQxC0RaqQ6tceithlNOwGTxVyhoGgWB_S7wFKVW9JrVqzpoN4BKAldyupa2fha-XIO61WLO83ajVjQXohE18DvBUTofoZej1-vaTDA/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528109597312915778" /></a><br />The sores on their legs, ect. are definitely looking better!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGarpIrTZEzGRAKhxbyP8M5fX_OhTZrlYAQQlbCZvxHsgquSdlC0MpXwKv_DJyb-ouK4OKIBuLHsXtpZ6U6HbO1Ssxi7rjsbLW84WNlNCFjY1yFthK7rt7BHKQFm6fA2IgB3o7rZYPeVd/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+026.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGarpIrTZEzGRAKhxbyP8M5fX_OhTZrlYAQQlbCZvxHsgquSdlC0MpXwKv_DJyb-ouK4OKIBuLHsXtpZ6U6HbO1Ssxi7rjsbLW84WNlNCFjY1yFthK7rt7BHKQFm6fA2IgB3o7rZYPeVd/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528109608692447602" /></a><br />Moesuh! He makes the half-sized bottle look big.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLGl-PzQ-73Oxzf08abbZAcFiiYA2GNiS2XncDCc3CdzFX_HCu-Ahx4BQkpil0oOS7_WGBC7s1458aj1FbfXDLvU1bb4ldLiaEV3YyLDy0a7uIJt-IVHMC5gCRHKc3yYZabCPxtPGVN2o/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+037.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLGl-PzQ-73Oxzf08abbZAcFiiYA2GNiS2XncDCc3CdzFX_HCu-Ahx4BQkpil0oOS7_WGBC7s1458aj1FbfXDLvU1bb4ldLiaEV3YyLDy0a7uIJt-IVHMC5gCRHKc3yYZabCPxtPGVN2o/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528111258628213138" /></a><br />Moesuh's pressure sore. It's looking better! (Please forgive me if these are too disturbing to anyone...)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsWYc_xTzsXACobN5ulImBcMGJUrIdBxNFGt4-T-rB1pJz_HfpwFdy7eTDKPsItQ5apcwPCOFnVXaLARPoAQminfn1ndgIcDs5wieTuweR-NvJr1t_VKWtb4aM8xmK99xhyR_2wc1toyv/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+025.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsWYc_xTzsXACobN5ulImBcMGJUrIdBxNFGt4-T-rB1pJz_HfpwFdy7eTDKPsItQ5apcwPCOFnVXaLARPoAQminfn1ndgIcDs5wieTuweR-NvJr1t_VKWtb4aM8xmK99xhyR_2wc1toyv/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528109602558501874" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-b9Z9Z04mZ-AhV7XlLf-GZvGlh8UazdBQJqBzOLzQ_wS81OLrbJgIeK5xyzgP6VKtQxmZ1RBakMHcI5KEh90IZmOCgQwOeIpiveAt4pFiMiMgPtagEqZsTsabQ71j7GGPs5hKtWgAgLEd/s1600/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+035.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-b9Z9Z04mZ-AhV7XlLf-GZvGlh8UazdBQJqBzOLzQ_wS81OLrbJgIeK5xyzgP6VKtQxmZ1RBakMHcI5KEh90IZmOCgQwOeIpiveAt4pFiMiMgPtagEqZsTsabQ71j7GGPs5hKtWgAgLEd/s320/Mosuh+%26+Monuh+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528111250620172306" /></a><br />My personal favorite picture.:)Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-2111648813853229742010-10-14T00:26:00.000-07:002010-10-14T01:14:20.461-07:00Baby 1 and Baby 2I was right in the midst of my delectable rice supper last night when Thara Ehgnyaw came breezing in the door and proceeded to tell me that there was a family who had a child they couldn't care for and would like for us to care for. Could we take it? My immediate response was, "Yes!" before calling him back to add, "Uh, well...I guess I really should ask Emily." To my surprise (considering the burden she already carries with our five) she also had an almost instantaneous positive response. Before we knew it our perspective child was actually one-month-old twin boys. *gulp*<br />Were they healthy?<br />Yes.<br />Did they have both parents?<br />Yes, but the mother didn't have milk for them.<br />An hour later found me in a villager's truck (our's currently being broken down and at the mechanic's shop in Maesot) and headed toward the mountain village where the family lives.<br />Now generally mother's have nine months or so notice to the impending arrival of their baby. It's a weird feeling to have had about an hour more or less to assimilate this news and to be sitting there still trying to grasp the complete significance of what's really happening here, but yet completely aware that your life will never be quite the same again. Scared to death and yet so thrilled...<br />Grasping for more information - any information - I questioned again as to if the babies were healthy. "Yes, they are." That's all I was getting. More probing, "Are they thin?" Again, "Yes."<br />That was it.<br />In my mind's eye I saw two cuddly and cooing little bundles.<br />But what was that?<br />As we approached through the dim light of our flashlights I saw a woman standing at the bottom of the bamboo ladder leading up to the small hut with a small roll in her arms. A baby? No, it couldn't be. But...that looked like a head, if a ridiculously minature one.<br />My heart sank. Nothing had prepared me for this. The babies were obviously in bad shape. It was all I could do to sit still, smile pleasantly, and listen politely to the chatter around me when all I wanted to do was grab up the little things and run as fast as I could away from here and to a place where we could give them a chance at life. At my astonished inquiry as to their real age I was firmly assured that they were indeed one-month-old. {I later learned that they were born at the family's hut 2 months prematurely.} Never had I encountered anything like this before. <br />How can I even describe... The best comparison I could think of would be to a little naked baby bird. They're skin was draped pitifully in loose, dry folds over their so minature little frames. Obviously dehydrated as well as malnourished. <br />Mercifully, we did leave shortly. I felt so bad for Emily and Jason who were waiting expectantly at the house, with even less warning than I had had. There is really no way you can view a pitiful little thing like that without some level of shock.<br />At the family's hut in the candlelight I'd gotten a quick preview of what lay beneath the material they were wrapped in, just enough to know it was bad, but nothing had prepared me to uncover one of them and discover the most awful hole in his back, a pressure sore from neglect. It didn't take us long to decide that they needed to be in the ER as quickly as possible. So we rushed off in Bradley's truck, Tharamoo Gayle with one baby and me with the other. <br />At the hospital they insisted that they needed to have a mother's name for them and as I didn't know the mother's name the doctor asked if they could put me down as the mother. So the little things are currently labled "Maria's baby 1" and "Maria's baby 2."<br />As expected, they were admitted. I heard from one doctor that their stay may be over a week and from another that it could be four weeks.<br />Today they weighed in at 3.2 lbs. Just this afternoon they put them in incubators in the nurse's station, leaving me feeling truly helpless. One of them isn't sucking like the other one and has a feeding tube in. It's so hard to just have to stand there and watch it all.<br />They're truly a miracle right now and I'm believing that they'll be a miracle next week! <br />They're so precious! I'll do my best to have pictures on soon.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-56882839052745627422010-10-09T21:53:00.000-07:002010-10-09T22:21:16.211-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh17_VQUnHRu7GM4ZTVtalRqKIv8tw6thRvW0eR4ySh_0sNC8cr0I8yS93dMKd8oB9aZW5P1H3_0mDc0eOX-Mci0SGQEr3Wz32vnWQfvozb3yWYZt7vhe40q4ky2nrLU8-ojaAev0R20n/s1600/blog4+219.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh17_VQUnHRu7GM4ZTVtalRqKIv8tw6thRvW0eR4ySh_0sNC8cr0I8yS93dMKd8oB9aZW5P1H3_0mDc0eOX-Mci0SGQEr3Wz32vnWQfvozb3yWYZt7vhe40q4ky2nrLU8-ojaAev0R20n/s320/blog4+219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526277891803436962" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCF_olJBbYhElNUzghTgcxcuUSkPXebNe7cZbqt0yvdJtRf65qLBUYa4tdKZ6vbXyr5IRY1Ux1IGHS7C0ZBHNRNbfsyeNDSM9bmV_M5M3TGnP-UMmyDcd_qRxs2tvEL9FF5bxib_kV-CDR/s1600/blog3+524.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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Yes, numeral one-zero-zero-zero.<br />Do you see some kind of mega-sized school playground milling with happy kids? Or an auditorium full of eager and expectant little faces? Or do you think of a cozy town with each house full of content and wriggling little beings gathered around the kitchen table? Or even some orphanage somewhere feeding and caring for all the ones who have no homes? Of course you hear noise and laughter. You see smiles and little sticky hands. You feel warmth and cheer.<br />Or do you?<br />What if instead you think of one thousand children huddling together in the jungle. Due to the political unrest and fighting they’ve had to leave their homes and families - if they had homes and families. Enough food? Clean clothes? Warm blankets? Not likely.<br />Several days ago we were very seriously informed that within 1-3 weeks we can expect to see around one thousand children arrive here at our school.<br /><em>One thousand children</em><br />Right now they’re supposedly across on the Burma side of the river that's beside us hiding out in the jungle preparing to cross. And we’re told that none of them want to go to the refugee camp. They <em>all</em> want to come to school here.<br />How can we possibly take them, or even a fraction of them? And yet how can we say no? It hurts my heart to think about it.<br /><em>Let the little children come unto Me...</em><br />We’re supposed to be His hands and His feet. What if they would never get another opportunity to learn to know God?<br />We’ve been firmly advised to send them away. That we can’t take them, already being maxed out. “You can’t save the world.” I didn’t like that. At all.<br />The fact of the matter is that we may not be able to feed them – but God can. We feel like we need to at least take in any orphans… What’s wisdom? What’s love?<br />Please pray for us!Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-91556453762495506402010-10-02T21:13:00.000-07:002010-10-02T21:51:06.983-07:00CPR Training<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb03fxACIUx-aW8vQRsJIvF5AQU3icxcTBZQeq16BNvzPPISPiCD-sRK-cuMFCr4EwQpkkc9i1q4Ko1st2c_oKoJxvrFhTArYPNFmwWDZln9rirmZbA4AkfjYVkPQvDwzNi74f4v1BfGcz/s1600/DSC02174.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb03fxACIUx-aW8vQRsJIvF5AQU3icxcTBZQeq16BNvzPPISPiCD-sRK-cuMFCr4EwQpkkc9i1q4Ko1st2c_oKoJxvrFhTArYPNFmwWDZln9rirmZbA4AkfjYVkPQvDwzNi74f4v1BfGcz/s320/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523672197279603218" /></a><br />The beginning of class out on the porch in our babies' "play-pen." Bamboo is awesome!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH3qq30bnIswZFXnJZy6OynKQZ-XOAJ-QZp9ACVCiPaq8gdn3CVIs2RdXdXqdo7suWXs3OwbRxSvoSwsCVWrnhS306rRKf05I3WY4Hb-5La3LpKBJbozX_l3sPB_xjBG4ejxNSh7CHhIi/s1600/DSC02183.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH3qq30bnIswZFXnJZy6OynKQZ-XOAJ-QZp9ACVCiPaq8gdn3CVIs2RdXdXqdo7suWXs3OwbRxSvoSwsCVWrnhS306rRKf05I3WY4Hb-5La3LpKBJbozX_l3sPB_xjBG4ejxNSh7CHhIi/s320/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523670128217216146" /></a><br />Pulse is absent...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xSR_FsS5vZs841DPB9vHmaE880wQx8wq8uNpkZiJF35bEInSbD8kynTsl6RZAqxo2527ylXAXASfvg4Wx40NcIwhNXIp5H3nLv_IEQxUlztmmwNgsyOSQeod46XSoph1xF1Qv6ti8qZ_/s1600/DSC02185.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xSR_FsS5vZs841DPB9vHmaE880wQx8wq8uNpkZiJF35bEInSbD8kynTsl6RZAqxo2527ylXAXASfvg4Wx40NcIwhNXIp5H3nLv_IEQxUlztmmwNgsyOSQeod46XSoph1xF1Qv6ti8qZ_/s320/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523670135523352450" /></a><br />The boys in action.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G1_e16kVfbRNTKmJ3gqeLRGs_pF-sGZHNGBRq0V32BzG9ZkluLL2_dbQBFZGY1FWawQYkGqxa7H-Bt06EnELTV2OZQpthTqPPtu5ADWy6iuqiRLw_0x-h8TNvcZf6GF2wkd-yFp2eRg6/s1600/DSC02191.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1G1_e16kVfbRNTKmJ3gqeLRGs_pF-sGZHNGBRq0V32BzG9ZkluLL2_dbQBFZGY1FWawQYkGqxa7H-Bt06EnELTV2OZQpthTqPPtu5ADWy6iuqiRLw_0x-h8TNvcZf6GF2wkd-yFp2eRg6/s320/DSC02191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523672186708869090" /></a><br />In the absence of "dummies" we thought to use the more realistic ones...;) Actually, we had a couple of rice bags to practice on, but they didn't seem very enthralled with that option. They preferred trying it on eachother. I just had to do my best to impress very deeply upon them that we were playing here or they could really have inflicted some damage.:)<br /><br />That was a fun class to teach. They're amazing kids! Several weeks ago now (while I was gone) two of my best students left the school, which left a big hole in our class. So we pulled in two more, a boy and a girl, bringing the number back up to 8 again. Then the next day I arrived at class only to be asked to please let another one of our girls join. How could I say no? So now there's a total of 9 students. I was concerned that they wouldn't be able to understand as well or catch up with the others, but so far they've been excellent and I'm very glad to have them in the class!<br />Another big blessing has been to have Tharamoo Gayle back at our school for a little while. This last week she's done the majority of the teaching for them. She's been focusing on the a & p portion of it and I'm so glad for them to get a much better foundation and understanding of that.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-32436607233387931292010-10-02T20:11:00.001-07:002010-10-02T21:04:34.319-07:00LMT Training<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhzB1IE7lyViq9VqfXQcZPFMfrSindxyPmq3-MWT5lDeXVPjOI2CMflFCjErV5FlbasuSaBBtll7fwHwRILc19XzTJXrEsLzALQE0xxhBaMs9XJ9R_qAo5vEC86owjiG5nsWXgbbRuOP8/s1600/DSC00979.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhzB1IE7lyViq9VqfXQcZPFMfrSindxyPmq3-MWT5lDeXVPjOI2CMflFCjErV5FlbasuSaBBtll7fwHwRILc19XzTJXrEsLzALQE0xxhBaMs9XJ9R_qAo5vEC86owjiG5nsWXgbbRuOP8/s320/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522565118891962242" /></a><br /><br />Here's a post that I've meant to put up for months. I appologize for not giving an update on this sooner.<br /><br />Quite a few months ago now I posted about my plans for training some of our students who were interested in doing medical work. I mentioned that I'd like to be able to at the end of the training give each of them their own backpack with basic medical supplies such as stethoscopes, bp cuffs, thermometers, otoscopes, ect. so that they could return to their own villages (some of their villages are deep into Burma where there is no access to medical care) and help their people.<br />When I wrote that it was simply a dream I had and something I hoped to be able to do, although I didn't know where the funds would come from for something like that. I hadn't even thought that far yet. Neither did it even occur to me that there might be someone out there who would have it in their heart to take that on as a special project to raise money for. Well that's exactly what happened! To my immense surprise and excitement (not to mention the students!) some friends from our homechurch wrote and told me that the youth Sabbath school class would like to make it their project. God really does care about the little details! They've done exactly that! These last few months they've gathered over $800 dollars for the project. Which is more than enough to provide backpacks, stethoscopes, bp cuffs, thermometers, otoscopes, and instruments for suturing.<br />Last week when I was passing through ChiangMai on my way to Laos for my visa trip I was able to order most of the supplies and then had just enough time on my way back to pick them up as well as find backpacks and get the suturing supplies. It's been so much fun putting everything together. It will be a very special moment when the kids receive them (hopefully either this week or the next one)!<br />I want to say a huge thank-you, both on my part and the students, for making this a possibility! It really blew me away!<br /><br />Here's some pictures of a few of our students:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkyBeb00_s-MCO3RRh-Us3ipLM_CG0UUUXl3arpSHQ2BmDCij13tV0kIojC84znVrh4621G6RbsqcA0sHWJfqXLhf-FqxZoP_DfTCCR1tuc5uFr66-weNG4Yqpnkx6FEK8Cdl8l7hCDPz/s1600/Thai+10-3+291.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkyBeb00_s-MCO3RRh-Us3ipLM_CG0UUUXl3arpSHQ2BmDCij13tV0kIojC84znVrh4621G6RbsqcA0sHWJfqXLhf-FqxZoP_DfTCCR1tuc5uFr66-weNG4Yqpnkx6FEK8Cdl8l7hCDPz/s320/Thai+10-3+291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523664025730990210" /></a><br />This is SawHaGay. He's 16 and is an excellent student.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtm8SndWfuLNeedHfR_qT5Xc75cuO81zZTk7lZ3m5w82vKeEh3OU4mwX-lMYJDywJQ2S9nd43AGFOK5HINfNWyFTzUEpg2Yedwa6dzHkSb7gGgEuP_tpDBRlnzEavzXjs1IRFwmZABqds/s1600/DSCF5112.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtm8SndWfuLNeedHfR_qT5Xc75cuO81zZTk7lZ3m5w82vKeEh3OU4mwX-lMYJDywJQ2S9nd43AGFOK5HINfNWyFTzUEpg2Yedwa6dzHkSb7gGgEuP_tpDBRlnzEavzXjs1IRFwmZABqds/s320/DSCF5112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522566515333206994" /></a><br />Nuklok at her baptism last year. She went ahead and chose to be baptized although her father told her he would disown her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8WJ5NWVSqtOXx9XpvuThBrIkBQnJLjbxCF8glyWm7iN2T5wtk329PL1wp7dLbv0H_sdEVvau9-6qmWRErAHDBPOYG19KAjytpcliG2Cm6ciNVHDf5hltwofSBLmeBJNSZOa67L8PDlH1/s1600/DSCF2341.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8WJ5NWVSqtOXx9XpvuThBrIkBQnJLjbxCF8glyWm7iN2T5wtk329PL1wp7dLbv0H_sdEVvau9-6qmWRErAHDBPOYG19KAjytpcliG2Cm6ciNVHDf5hltwofSBLmeBJNSZOa67L8PDlH1/s320/DSCF2341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522565884811823586" /></a><br />SayMuOo,15, is the youngest medical student. She does a very excellent job and is a very willing learner.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyGbSLTONTzZjGuaPKPj-dRcPjR-f9Y5rjnaMhy4maj5DsrBRov5cFqkW97ran7NWGIsOW-z1XlBJ0UEIJZiwa0v-khn7biir_RgZaFBkgUzn0NxLflbuoapPAXBUsc2qiUJPXa5MF2_c/s1600/Thai+10-3+299.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyGbSLTONTzZjGuaPKPj-dRcPjR-f9Y5rjnaMhy4maj5DsrBRov5cFqkW97ran7NWGIsOW-z1XlBJ0UEIJZiwa0v-khn7biir_RgZaFBkgUzn0NxLflbuoapPAXBUsc2qiUJPXa5MF2_c/s320/Thai+10-3+299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523659232256539442" /></a><br />Nickotoo is 17.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-56430241502007484012010-10-01T02:48:00.000-07:002010-10-01T03:13:57.970-07:00I've had probably 5+ blogs on my heart recently, but life isn't exactly slowing down... And sometimes when you're given the choice between breathing or writing a blog, well...<br /><br />On Sunday we said goodbye at the bus station to the rest of our family, attempting rather unsuccessfully to keep tears at bay. They've arrived safe and sound at home. And there's no snow yet, or so I hear! Poor Josiah must be crushed!<br /><br />No sooner did they leave than I committed my first big boo-boo while attempting the feat of coaxing money out of the ATM. I mixed up the passwords. <em>Big no-no.</em> If you don't believe me just try it. The ATM informed me that the account had been closed. To say that I was thoroughly mollified and crushed to itty-bitty tid-bits would be an understatement. I should explain that when an account has been closed there's nothing you can do except appear at the bank with both account owners and there passports. And both of those account owners and there passports were sitting safely on a bus and well on there way to the Bangkok airport. For just an instant we entertained the idea of attempting to beat them to Bangkok and meeting up in hopes that there was something they could do, but it didn't take long for our better judgement to prevail realizing that they already had a two hour headstart on us. There was nothing else to do but wait and pray. Pray I did! I struggled and I struggled. It felt almost as if anything that could have gone wrong that day did. How could I have messed things up so quickly? I prayed for a miracle and a faith that could stand... The next day when we returned I was at peace. The ATM card worked like a dream. I could do little else but run up to the bathroom and fall to my knees. This was my miracle. I needed to see that. I shouldn't have, but I did.<br /> <br />It's an amazing comfort to know that God's got us right in the palm of His hand!Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-15254874091271775872010-09-21T23:51:00.000-07:002010-09-22T00:43:48.384-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinurR8UjCuFodwL9PEXoqueVOACCwg40SH9mMa5MyO9BH6_w93sBMuTuS6bOJ3RXzt9AyKdOIXQUgWDugRZE8QzA28UhGriWg0chT9MNFbnH03VmAeGGti64F4M3LBq10FMUBy5P2TudFB/s1600/IMG182.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinurR8UjCuFodwL9PEXoqueVOACCwg40SH9mMa5MyO9BH6_w93sBMuTuS6bOJ3RXzt9AyKdOIXQUgWDugRZE8QzA28UhGriWg0chT9MNFbnH03VmAeGGti64F4M3LBq10FMUBy5P2TudFB/s320/IMG182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519629170314145250" /></a><br />Emily's pretty talented like that...:)Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-76499346586899063432010-09-17T20:58:00.000-07:002010-09-22T21:28:16.626-07:00Waiting On the LordSo I found myself struggling again last night. In my heart I said, "God, it's been 10 months........"<br />His answer?<br />Abraham waited 15 years for the promise of Isaac... Moses' wilderness experience lasted for 40 years... Joseph, was innocent, and yet he was not only sold into slavory, but got to sit in a dungeon for years... David had the promise that he would be king and yet he certainly wasn't seeing it happening as he spent years running for his very life... Or what about my Son Jesus as he worked in His father's carpenter shop? Daniel in Babylon? Elijah in hiding for 3 years?............<br /><br />I mean just think of Moses with his transition from the life of a prince to a simple sheep herder way out in the middle of nowhere. Think of how traumatic that must have been! We're told that he was a successful millitary leader and a favorite with the king and the nation. He had been accustomed to receiving praise and flattery. His heart burned with the desire to deliver his people and he believed that he could do this and then - bam! - he finds himself out herding sheep.<br /><br />"But they that <em>wait</em> upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eales; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31<br /><br />The key word in this verse is obviously <em>wait</em>. It's the condition to the promise. From the way it puts it, if we don't <em>wait</em> on the Lord we will never have the strength of the Lord.<br />This subject is very near and dear to my heart right now. For a while it seemed as if everywhere I turned, everything I read, and even in the songs I heard, the word wait, as in waiting on the Lord, would jump out at me and catch my attention. <br />I was struggling with feeling extremely discontent. I felt like I was in a "holding pattern." I felt trapped. Then as this was drawn more and more to my attention I began to realize that sometimes God gives us a season in our lives - a season that often we would think of as "dry" - a season for waiting.<br /><br /><strong>Wait:</strong><br />-To stay in place in expectation of<br />-To look forward expectantly<br />-To be ready and available<br /><br /><strong>Hebrew translation:</strong> Wait = Qavah<br />1) To bind together like a twisted rope<br />2) Look patiently<br />3) Hope, expect, look eagerly...<br /><br />Actually the word qavah has both a literal and a fugurative meaning. The literal meaning is to bind together like a cord, while the figurative meaning is to wait, to hope, to expect.<br />What does a rope have to do with anything?<br />You make a rope or cord by twisting and weaving (binding) together thin strands or threads which make up the rope. The more strands that are used in making the rope, the more strength is has. There the word <em>strength</em> is again. Ecclesiastes 4:12 says, "...a cord of three strands is not quickly broken..."<br />A piece of string cannot take much weight because it does not have the strength because it is not made of as many strands. A piece of rope though can lift hundreds of pounds because it has many strenads in it. When a rope lifts or pulls a load it stretches a little while it is working. As it stretches, the individual strands are pulled closer together. While this "stress" is on the rope the individual strands work together to lift or pull the load. No one individual strand does all the work. If it did it would break. A ropes strength comes from all the strands working together.<br />The literal definition of qavah implies strength through numbers. As was already mentioned, the more strands in your rope, the greater its strength. Just as a rope's strength comes from being made of many strands, so our strength comes from being united with Christ. The "rope" of our lives gains strength by being twisted, or woven, or bound together with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.<br />A rope's strength remains constant even when it is not being used. When a rope is not being used, what is it doing? Waiting. It waits for its owner to put it to use. When the rope is attached to the load, it draws its strength from all the strands and goes to work.<br /><br />Some "strands" that are needed in our lives:<br />-Trust <br />The 2nd most frequently used word translated "wait" is yachal. The KJV sometimes translates yachal as trust (Is. 51:). When you completely trust someone you won't be afrid to wait for them. Neither will you be afraid to let them have your hopes, your dreams, and your future....<br />-Patience = the willingness to suppress restlessness when confronted with delay.<br />Psalms 40:1<br />Think of it like a desert. Patience is our journey for a season and hope is our water during that season. We must have both to arrive at our destination.<br /><br />But most translations of the Bible choose to translate qavah figuratively instead of literally. To wait, to hope, to expect....<br /><br /><strong>1. Wait</strong><br /><br />I regress to the examples I began with. Abraham, Moses, Joseph, David....<br />Going back again to Abraham waiting for the promise of Isaac: Genesis 12:7, 15:5,6 <br />He believed. In chapter 16 Abram grew tired of waiting and followed his own understanding... In chapter 17 we see how at Abram now - at 99 years old! - is still waiting on God and God renews His promise to him. Think of how he must have felt... He still had to wait another year for the fulfillement of the promise. His time of waiting lasted 15 years! <br />What do you think was God's purpose in making Abraham and Sara wait rather than giving thm what they so desired (and even what was His will for them to have) right away?<br />Think about it! Almost all the great men in the Bible that come to my mind had a period of waiting in their lives. Even a time of miserable waiting... But it was exactly that that turned each and every one of them into the men that they became.<br /><br />When a potter has completed his work he will set the piece of work on a shelf, waitng 'til he's certain it is dry. If he puts it in the kiln before that point it will crack or come apart due to the moisture inside.<br /><br />Read Matthew 25:1-13 about the ten virgins. They were supposed to be waiting. They were expected to wait. With their lamps trimmed and burning, no less!<br />There's only 2 choices in the waiting process - to be faithful or unfaithful.<br /><br />We tend to put a negative connotation to waiting. I mean who likes to wait? We live in a world where so much is instant.. We don't like waiting. In fact, often waiting is what we allow to add stress to our lives.<br /><br />But waiting doesn't mean inactivity or putting our lives on hold. We need to actively carry out our responsibilities and serve in every way we can where God has currently placed us.<br />Think of a mountain climber who's trapped on a ledge in fog. His rescuers lower a rope to him - he can either lie there and wait for them to come down and tie it around him, or he could talk to them, follow their instructions, tie the rope to his harness and wait for the order to start climbing up.<br />Hebrews 4:11 "Let us labor together to enter into that rest..."<br /><br />Lamentations 3:25 Waiting involves seekng the lord.<br />How do we seek Him?<br />-Time in Bible study<br />-Time in prayer<br />-Time in meditation - on who God is, what He wants to do in us and through us, as well as examining our motives, actions, values, and priorites...<br />Often waiting is what lease us to soul-searching.<br /><br />Ecclesiastes 3 talks about seasons in our lives. There's a time to plow, a time to sow, and a time to reap, but they're never done at the same time... God's trying to grown a spiritual harvest in our lives, but that takes time and our cooperation in doing the right things at the right time.<br /><br />Reasons to wait on the Lord:<br />1) Because of who God is and what He's able to do!<br />Jer 14:22<br />Ps. 62:1-2 and again on 5,6<br /><br />2) Because of who we are and what we are <em>not</em> able to do!<br />Proverbs 14:12<br />Jeremiah 10:23<br /><br /><strong>2. Hope</strong><br />To wait we must have hope... Do you wait when there is no hope? What are we hoping for? Sometimes we choose the wrong things to hope for simply because they appear to be more present, more tangible, and more responsive to our needs and desires.<br /><br />Hope - looking forward to a favorable end with expectation and confidence - I like that word confidence.:)<br /><br />"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end." Jeremiah 29:11<br />Romans 8:25<br />Galations 5:5<br />Psalms 130:5<br />Hebrews 11:1<br /><br /><strong>3. Expect</strong><br /><br />We can expect great things from God!<br />Psalms 34:8<br />Psalms 18:30 "...<em>His way is perfect</em>..."<br /><br />There's a general promise: "...Those who wait...will renew their strength..."<br />But there's also 3 specific promises:<br />1) "...They shall mount up with wings as eagles..." You could think of this as the ability to rise above the problems and difficulties of life thorugh the strength that a relationship with God gives you.<br />2) "...They shall run, and not be weary..." The analogy to running becouse of the stress involved would look at the strength God gives us to handle particularly stressful situtions in life.<br />3) "... They shall walk, and not faint..." Walking portrays our everyday life.<br /><br />"Hast though not known? Hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? There is no searaching of His understanding. He giveth power to the faint and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: <strong>But they that <em>wait</em> upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint</strong>." Isaih 40:28-31<br /><br />Note: This is way long, I know. That's basically a variation of a speech I had to do during our training program last month. I was delighted to finally put into words a little of what's been on my heart for some time. I should mention that not all of these are my words. Quite a few of the ideas and illustrations came from various authors who wrote on the subject on webpages and discussions that stemmed from that.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-9312366802959563352010-09-14T21:46:00.000-07:002010-09-14T22:03:46.110-07:00Our Kiddies!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oF9RscSEDtL-DnSdXNjKGP51teJI-ph3bVaiSzZUrnuqOwgyDsULp1UhtQ8EmoEWW6XtyGoO5djIR0Fahb5qo1F7hrzy8lBTAdwTTzqTSEcrxX7HtOjwNcNF2Eb-oxzQbStXosBbiygP/s1600/thai+10%3B4+429.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oF9RscSEDtL-DnSdXNjKGP51teJI-ph3bVaiSzZUrnuqOwgyDsULp1UhtQ8EmoEWW6XtyGoO5djIR0Fahb5qo1F7hrzy8lBTAdwTTzqTSEcrxX7HtOjwNcNF2Eb-oxzQbStXosBbiygP/s320/thai+10%3B4+429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516997647226397842" /></a><br />Ning-ih enjoying his rice when he was just beginning to eat several months ago.:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqepoKpT5rtLJkllP9Y-8250GZGcX1iL4hIsHMSTOYY39xmUJj383JfdZxPi5QeFdCXkz8eZdwet37-BiRnZIzcPiRM0otj4kIBuf1x-KIc-cYH3AkvbIDG7fX_xFuOP5T1pDrZoxke58E/s1600/thai+10%3B4+431.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqepoKpT5rtLJkllP9Y-8250GZGcX1iL4hIsHMSTOYY39xmUJj383JfdZxPi5QeFdCXkz8eZdwet37-BiRnZIzcPiRM0otj4kIBuf1x-KIc-cYH3AkvbIDG7fX_xFuOP5T1pDrZoxke58E/s320/thai+10%3B4+431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516997655196476034" /></a><br />Since then we've made sure that he's had a bit of assistance...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tPNlO7B2qdklD6Ucb3Pfg08ViDOLvPlMW9MVuVStn3mnZ_sbGFbq63fb9kdzQE49EqjwUZtUepTTacTT-Hk_Yok5cbrtE26FyF5hW4QteDw6xF55eErUYq8aQtG6UlQ3rKerhdtWy-S2/s1600/DSC00809.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tPNlO7B2qdklD6Ucb3Pfg08ViDOLvPlMW9MVuVStn3mnZ_sbGFbq63fb9kdzQE49EqjwUZtUepTTacTT-Hk_Yok5cbrtE26FyF5hW4QteDw6xF55eErUYq8aQtG6UlQ3rKerhdtWy-S2/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516998806208619826" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23Lum7huPJ9IsNbHoHNdhTc7FqvCWAYtN7it8Rw5xq8nPLkMRBxDKRVKGNNY8JDtXQR_weKV1LQ4mXHXPgJMHGLlWJKqZaqhYA82ssx4RM0Ba7g1G0aAad78Ged0c9emYbiy-V1Q60wbh/s1600/DSC01959.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23Lum7huPJ9IsNbHoHNdhTc7FqvCWAYtN7it8Rw5xq8nPLkMRBxDKRVKGNNY8JDtXQR_weKV1LQ4mXHXPgJMHGLlWJKqZaqhYA82ssx4RM0Ba7g1G0aAad78Ged0c9emYbiy-V1Q60wbh/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516998817672016034" /></a><br />Ning-ih, Josiah, SawGwihLee, JooJoo, MeMeWa, MooWaWa.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAKakZmYUMa6vgbZH8VlgMVbLStMti-dU37isXgI1pwlNbBWg5qKzgbAIT670pzqGjgGY4YxoRxqV-Qwcsol4Nd1PzfUirdxHwPLXiAE7caqUU_1q1wd8bxypn-xoc6JVtDVbYribDjJz/s1600/DSC01313.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAKakZmYUMa6vgbZH8VlgMVbLStMti-dU37isXgI1pwlNbBWg5qKzgbAIT670pzqGjgGY4YxoRxqV-Qwcsol4Nd1PzfUirdxHwPLXiAE7caqUU_1q1wd8bxypn-xoc6JVtDVbYribDjJz/s320/DSC01313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517001142255692146" /></a><br />Worship at the school.Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294959154727475766.post-87435943559193150012010-09-14T09:44:00.000-07:002010-09-14T20:05:14.975-07:00"For I know the plans that I have for you..."<strong>...says the Lord.</strong><br /><br />It's always been important to me to have plans for my future. In fact, I think I nearly always have, and although through the years my plans altered slightly from when as a little maybe 5-year-old I unswayingly decided I would be a nurse to when I was 12 and equally adamant that my future lay in the cockpit of a plane as a bush pilot in Alaska (incidentally, a desire that has never completely diminished...), it was a great comfort to me to be so certain of what I wanted to do and where I was headed. I was completely passionate about what I wanted to do! Never for a moment did I doubt that I would accomplish my dreams! They were all good plans, right?<br />Let's just say that Thailand did <em>not</em> fit in with <em>my</em> plans. When my family decided that this was where we were going and were determined that we would go together, saying I was dismayed would be an understatement! But still I only viewed it as simply a temporary delay.<br />Soon it became apparent though that my life was not going to just fall into place and allow me to follow through with my well-layed plans the way I'd hoped.<br />Mercifully, I'll shorten all the ins and outs and ups and downs of the story to simply saying that God had a course in surrender in store for me... It was not an overnight process.<br /> I realized that this was the first time in my life that I didn't "know" where I was going. And I didn't like it. At all. I felt as though I'd lost my purpose.<br />I had to come to the point where I could understand that God <em>has</em> a perfect plan for my life and that I would never experience it or be anything like the person He made me to be 'til I was willing to trade my plan for His own.<br />More recently, I was listening to someone speak and in the context of surrender the question was asked, "Is there anything in your life that you can't imagine living without?" I found it deeply disturbing to realize that I instantly knew that there was something in my life that I did feel that way about and and even more disturbing to realize that I knew what it was. I may have decided to wait on God for the right timing when He would open the doors so that I could fulfill my plans, but I still hadn't completely surrendered my plans to Him, accepting that they may not be His. I couldn't picture, or was even sure that I wanted a life without them fitting into it in some shape or size... It took me hours of struggling and soul searching before I was able to view it from an eternal perspective and count the cost, finally giving it completely to God. What a relief to simply let it rest in God's hands! <br />Shortly after that decision I felt deeply impressed to go ahead and take an online EMT-B to Paramedic course, which I can start over here, completing the vast majority of it online on my own time before traveling to Texas towards the end of the course for several weeks of hands-on practice, testing, and clinical hours. <br />I find myself thirsting for knowledge... There's so much I don't know and so much I want to know. But, while I have nothing against education in a campus college setting, I don't believe that it's God's plan for me right now to put the rest of my life on hold in order to go spend the next several years of my life in some city somewhere simply for the sake of traditional education. <br />This way I can continue to serve where God has placed me at the same time as continuing my education and opening up the door for possibilities for greater service in the future.<br />I don't think I've ever been more certain of having heard God speak to me! Since that day there's been times when I've struggled, feeling as if there's no way that it can happen and not wanting to get my hopes up only to have them dashed... but I always come back to the fact that I serve a God that opens doors that no one can shut and shuts doors that no one can open! I trust that He will provide the funds... <br />My long-term plans are no more. I still have strong interests and I still have hopes and dreams that I'm looking forward to seeing how God will use... But If you were to ask me what I'll be doing three months from now I'd have to tell you that I'm not certain what I'll be doing three days from now. All I know is that I'm where God's placed me at this moment in time and that this is the next step in my life!<br /><br /><strong>"...Behold, I have set before you an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and thou hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name." Revelation 3:8</strong>Meahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04555557038103415128noreply@blogger.com6