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Monday prayer

If you have anything on your heart...you can leave it here; I will be praying for you today.

coming home

Let's just be brutal. I am scared. The Bible says "Pure and undefiled religion before our God and Father is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself unstained by the world."(James 1:27) So here we are. We feed kids. We send out letters and I write on this blog. We email friends and family. We try to connect and in the end I am scared. I am scared of failing and I am scared of being alone in this battle of feeding the hungry. We have in hand a little over 20K and that will hopefully last us through this year and then...then? Then we will be I don't know where we will be but we will have to be somewhere. I know that God has called us here and I know that I am not supposed to worry about the support to keep us here, but dang. We need backing. We have committed to stay here as long as God has called us to; where would we go? Nothing else in our entire lives makes any other sense to us, and this plea isn't an emotional one. But I am scared and honest. So if it is in His will to go back to America, we will...but in my heart of hearts - I understand His call to be that we are to be here; serving and loving and feeding these kids, these people, these orphans and widows. So the plan is to go back sometime in October to raise money and awareness and jump-start something because we don't want to loose anytime on the ground here if we run out of money...so if you are interested or if your heart is pulled towards South Africa, please email me and we can figure it out together. We can come and possibly talk or for sure send some info your way. We are just trying to figure this out...

Mark 10:15

Radio song

"Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio
Yo' turn to that station

The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can't hear it"

REM rocks. And so do we. Our friend Brad (who was just here with his lovely bride) came from Montana and he works in - wouldn't you know it; RADIO and produced two spots for us advertising Oceans of Mercy and the Child Sponsorship Program. So if you want to get in on that action (for free) please email me and we can send it to you because duh...we need to feed more kids and so if you can get it in the hands of your local radio and if they play it, we can generate all kinds of people helping us to feed these kids. Woo hoo! All you gotta do is call them up and ask them to play the 30 second slots of African goodness. I am sure you all have radios in your parts of the world, right? Right.

Moses and Aaron

I am reading through Numbers right now and it is interesting at times...but mainly it is monotonous. I have also been praying for several people, one in particular who emailed me a very specific prayer request and just like that - God spoke to me about her situation and He guided me as to what to say to her. I love moments like that and I know that if I wasn't in the word, I would have missed out on what He wanted to say to her and actually to me too. Yay for His Holiness and perfection. So if you need a plan or a place to start, I grabbed this off of Bible Gateways site. It allows you/me to skip around or check off where you have read.

and this is what happened...her name is Safari

So since our dumb dog jumps our meter and a half fence - we were racking our brains to figure out what to do to remedy the situation because we can't keep fixing our fence or building it higher and higher (which is what we have been doing). So since Major (the dog) always runs away to the neighbors house (with the dogs) to play, we thought it might be a good idea to give her a play mate. I was thinking maybe one that could be a more mature dog...as to help guard our home and persons (since hello! We live in South Africa and it is known here to NOT be the most safe place to be). But this one is Daniel's dog and he was going to pick and name it. This my friends is what he chose. We don't really know what she is...as the humane society didn't really have a history other then tell us she was 8 weeks old and likes to snuggle. Yeah...so much for a guard dog. Major likes her though and even as I write this, Safari (Daniel's picked name) is sleeping on my lap. So that is the latest news.

Bad, bad girl

This little perfection is Trinity aka Esther Lindiway so I was holding her on my lap yesterday and she was sitting up and playing and laughing and all the wonderful things that babies do and I had to get up for something (I don’t even know for what) and so I sat her down on the floor and plop! She fell over because she can’t actually sit by herself just yet and hit her head on the ground. Dang. She was totally fine. Started laughing and blowing bubbles when I picked her up again.  She didn’t even cry. Her mom totally fired me though for not being a good aunty. But in my defense I blamed Trinity for being a bad baby…she should have known better.

safe place

I spent the better part of tonight praying over the requests that have been scattered here and there in blogland. Which then brought a note from a new friend and a generated thought of this blog community. So why is it so hard for us to pray for one another? I just sat and cried today as I was praying...my husband thinks I am nuts when stuff like that happens. I know that I am called to pray and so when I tell people I will pray for them, I do. Shouldn't we all be standing in the gap for one another? It boggles my mind that we aren't. We are all so broken and billowed. I told this fellow blogger that I often wonder why we are all so willing to talk about stupid stuff and blog and chat to strangers about our most intimate details, but not about what matters most. Bringing our whole selves to the Cross or admitting that we need a little help getting there. Baring all, with our burdens and heartache for all to see. Why are we hiding it behind our witty blog titles and endless stat checks? So welcome fellow bloggers to this safe place. Bring your praises and requests and you will be stood in the gap for. Hopefully by more then just me.

Monday prayer

I will be praying for you tomorrow...if you want to leave a request or two feel free. But only two per person. That is my limit. Ha ha ha.

My mom rocks.

She is the most important lady in my life. I love her so much and she can beat up your mom any day. Even though this picture is from last year...it still rings true.