Thursday, June 23, 2011

Meeting Mohamed

They tell you that you can change the life of a child by sponsoring them with just your pocket change, but the truth is sponsoring this child has changed mine. When I received my packet of information about this child, it came with a picture of him with a very serious face. I like this one a lot better! My paper work told me his name, how he became orphaned and that for just a $1.23 a day I could provide sufficient food and medical care needed for survival and clothing & everything he needs to attend school. Hard to believe isn't it! I was excited about helping this child and that he would become important to my family, but the words on that sheet of paper didn't have any reality or breath to me, until May 10, 2011 when I met this sweet child for the first time.

Becky (one of the amazing Missionaries we came to serve along side-her blog is listed my blog list on the right) informed me that my sponsored child lived quite a distance from where we were located and how much it would cost for the Pastor to bring him to meet me. I instantly I felt guilty about having him come, my first thought was to just send the family pictures and few gifts I had brought for him with the money we would spend on travel so that it could bless the family taking care of him. After some prayer and heart searching I just felt like the Lord said "Relationship" relationships are what its all about. Becky graciously made the plans for him to come and met us. I am SO grateful! and SO glad we got the chance to meet. What a wonderful opportunity it was to meet this wonderful child!

Little Mohamed and Pastor Sahr came late that Tuesday morning after traveling almost 5 hours one way, public transport. Wow! I still can't believe it. He was wearing the same shirt he had on, in the picture that was sent to me with his packet, no doubt the best shirt he had. As I hugged his neck for the first time I could see all the holes and tears on the collar that you can't see from the front. I wonder what that poor child was thinking with this crazy woman hugging him to death! (Have I mentioned that 'crazy' in creole sounds like Chris). We sat down at the table and fed them, after all they had been on the road a very long time. At first I spoke mostly to Pastor, asking him questions while they both ate. When he was almost done eating I gave him a couple cookies for dessert, but he was more interested in the fresh pineapple. Pastor told me that further in country were they live Pineapple is expensive and more of a luxury, that it was maybe only the 4th or 5th time all year that he himself has had some, so little Mohamed might have not had any at all. Well, he ate every bite and pocketed the cookies for later!

His parents died in an accident over two years ago, he and his little brother live together with his Auntie (a friend of their mother's). She has two of her own children but somehow cares for two more. They all live in one room, of a 7 room house with 6 other families. There is a well they get to share, and his auntie sells water for money for them to survive.

He showed me how he could write by copying an information sheet about himself that the pastor had. He enjoyed writing for me, although he couldn't read all of what he was writing. He said math was his favorite in school and he then started writing out some math problems for me to solve (now, I'm sure all my close friends are wondering if I could do them, HA!) I did, and he checked my work with a check mark & a "very good" just like the teacher does at his school, so funny! I asked "what else he liked?" I wanted to get as much info as I could about who he was and what he like to do-- as much as I could learn. Pastor asked him and he said he liked motorbikes, I was so excited. Little did this child know that my boys had picked out and sent two little motorcycle toys for him to take home. I said "Oh, I have something for you!" and went into the other room to get them. As I type this, I can't stop crying! How amazing it is, that the Lord had that little blessing in His plans.

His smile is amazing and he would answer my questions with the raise of his eyebrows, so cute! He had no problem learning how to use my itouch and take pictures with my camera. He loved taking his own pictures! He took these below.

Pastor Sahr & his wife care for over 20 orphans in their own home awaiting caretaker families.

I showed him where Missouri was on this globe, Jefferson City was even marked on it! And I drew a line with my finger to show him how I traveled to come see him.






We went outside to visit & play. I told him each of our names, pointing to our family pictures that I brought for him and that we think of him as family, pray for him everyday, that we love him and that God loves him more! Before he left, he called me Mama Chris which is how I introduced us in the pictures - Mama Chris, Papa Justin, Zeke, Gideon, Levi, & little sister Isabel (now that could translate to Crazy Mama I guess, and he probably thought I was crazy -I'm sure he hadn't been hugged on so much in years!) I don't know who may be reading this, but if you know me at all; you know I would bring this precious boy (and his little brother) home with me in a heartbeat. As of right now, I can't but I can help him this way. For the cost of eating out at our favorite restaurant on a Sunday afternoon we can make sure that this boy is given the chance to have a bright future. Now, for us is that even a sacrifice? It is so WORTH it! Every penny, even if it was my last one.

We were able to send home with him and Pastor snacks for their long journey home and a small bag of goodies (clothes, underwear, socks, jump rope & frisbee) for him, his brother and the giving family who cares for them both. He instantly took off his "nice" tennis shoes and put on the flip flops I gave him. I was also able to send money so that Pastor could buy the family a bag of rice (that will help feed them for a month).


Mohamed was so happy that I came all the way to Sierra Leone and wanted to meet him and so am I. We hope and pray that he will know that he is treasured by our family. I feel so very blessed to be allowed to be a part of his life :)
Before leaving for Africa my awesome husband helped our children put their hand prints in my journal. This is where I kept my thoughts, happenings and prayers during my trip. I showed Mohamed all four of my children's hand prints and then we added his hand to the page where I wrote about our day together. He wrote his name at the top. I might not have had pretty paints like my husband did, but Mohamed's page is just as beautiful to me as the rest.

If you have ever considered orphan sponsorship, or feel like its something you might be interested in, I encourage you to check into it. You don't have to fly across the world to change the life of a child. With what we consider a very small amount of money you can make a huge difference in the life of someone who desperately needs it. A letter and a picture of a person who wants to help them thrive, will leave an amazing smile on the face of a child and a lasting knowledge in their heart that they have value and that there is someone out who cares.


There are children right now waiting for a sponsor.
Maybe one is waiting ... for you.

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Mohamed waving Hi!
Funny story: Right before he left that day, Ms. Becky gave him something and he didn't say anything in return, I tapped him on the shoulder and said "you say tankee" (which is how they say thank you). Pastor Sahr thought that was so funny. I told him, "Sorry, I can't help it. I'm a Mama".

I started the post on the date at the top, and just finished it today July 12th, 2011. I can't figure out how to change the date (sorry this took me so long to finish! Bless you for reading!)

Ibrahim the Carver



It was a joy to meet Ibrahim. He is an amazing carver and has used his gifts to pay for his education. Ibrahim is an electrical engineer. He also is giving back to the community and invests in Sierra Leone's future by passing his knowledge on as he teaches others his expertise at the Hope Centre. He is such a joy filled, wonderful man! What a world changer he is! I gladly purchased each of my children an animal carving. After meeting him and learning his story it was wonderful to get the chance to buy his work & help support him. My children love animals, specially the animals of Africa. How great it was to bring them home a little "treat" from my time there.


This is a picture of me & Ibrahim at the Hosetta School, (and Fatmata -LOVE that child!) he & his students were doing the electrical work there during my trip.


Today my family leaves for vacation, a little "treat" for all of us. We are going to Cornerstone Christian Music Festival. My husband & I have been attending for many years. Cornerstone and some of the people we have met there have been very influential in the opening of our eyes to the great diversity of the Kingdom of our God. What an eye opening tool it has been for us to the world outside Jefferson City, MO. At Cornerstone we have worshiped with thousands of people from many nations, from urban sub-cultures to people from all over the world. From rock, rap, goth, punk, screaming craziness to... middle eastern & African music to ...poetry, guitars & hand drums and what my mom would call "hippies". Actually, it is where my husband Justin learned how to play the djembe. Cornerstone is also where we adopted one of our sponsored children: our Compassion child, Andrew - he lives in Uganda. When the Compassion representatives spoke at main stage and volunteers were passing out envelopes with children to sponsor, at age three Zeke kept raising is hand, against my best efforts to hold it down. I finally thought "Mom! what are you doing?" and let him raise his hand. Zeke has such soft heart and even at his early age I believe he is very sensitive to the spirit. The child we were handed turn out to be Zeke's same age & we have been SO blessed to be apart of his life! When my boys pray at night they include their brother Andrew (from Uganda they say). You can read more about Compassion International here:  http://www.compassion.com/default.htm
We are so excited to have a week away camping with our awesome kids and the great people that will gather there.

I am sad that this weekend I will miss the homecoming of my friends who are in Sierra Leone right now on mission. God's mission to LOVE those people! I can't wait to hear their stories of God's Greatness & Glory!! and watch and the infectious love for this people group flow out of them to the people around them, the hundreds of people in each of their own circles who will hear about God love & mercy through their stories and I'm praying eye opening miracles to happen in the hearts of us all! See you next week!

Mothers Day 2011

I have always loved children, LOVED CHILDREN...

Right out of high school I started working at a preschool and have been working with kids in various ways ever since.

From nannying babies to Taekwondo students and even teenagers my whole life has been wrapped up in investing in their lives. When I was a child I remember my Aunts telling me, Chris you are going to have 10 kids! And I remember thinking, sure why not??

I have had two Mothers Days that up until this point, I will remember them as being the hardest of my life.

One, the first Mothers Day I experienced after the year I lost my first two children during their pregnancies. That was a rough time in our life, we kept it very private and only a few of our closest friends knew about it at the time but the Lord held me close, gave me His strength and comforted my heart. We now sponsor two children from Africa, I can't think of a better way to honor their memory.

and two...

Mothers Day 2011. This year I spent Mothers Day away from my precious children, they stayed home with an amazing Daddy while their Mommy flew to the other side of the world to be with the children of Sierra Leone. I can't tell you how hard it was to leave them, but I am so grateful for my opportunity and what it has taught their little hearts! First let me tell you about my babies. *Ezekiel, 5 years old is my first born He is sweet, kind, compassionate and just last night said to me "Mommy, I love you, you are the most beautiful girl EVER" (LOL he will change his mind quickly someday, but I will hold on to that for now!"

*Gideon, 4 years old. Now, Gideon requires a little extra effort even from the beginning (I was hospitalized at 25 weeks & on bed rest until birth) but, he is the most passionate, fun, imaginative & loving child you will ever meet! Ask him to tell you a story sometime (he says he keeps them in his tummy)

*Levi, 3 years old this Sunday. Happy Birthday little man! "Mommy, I love you" he says to me all the time and he also says he is a Knight! and he has a whole list of princesses he holds in high esteem, but at the top of the list are his cousin Jillian and his precious Aunt Jenna.

*And my princess, Isabel, she turned one in February. We adore her! & She has us wrapped around her fingers. When the Lord gave us each of them we prayed for their tiny lives that they would impact this world in BIG ways. We know that they are not really "ours" but have been given to us to teach & prepare them for God's will and plan for their lives.

This Mothers Day, I had been away for almost a week already that morning, I was truly missing my babies' kisses & snuggles. I had a Mothers Day card to open thanks to my sister-n-law Erin who snuck it in my baggage before I left which gave me smiles that morning. Then off to church we went. Mayemi Baptist Church, a little stick structure building with tarps wrapped around for sides. We sat in the back & I enjoyed it, although I was secretly disappointed and would have much rather had a church service with less Americanism, fancy clothes and more hand drums & craziness, but very much enjoyed the service. I was starting to understand more and more Creole but Ibrahim was standing next to me and very kindly singing the songs in English.
A little boy came in the back and sat down with a small group of children. Little children caring for even smaller children is a common site in Sierra Leone. He had one little girl that had fallen asleep which is passed to Brooke, one of my fellow team members from Texas. He also had a little boy who was coughing and just couldn't get comfortable. He handed him to me and I snuggled this precious baby until the end of church.

He smelled as if he had been peeing in his clothes for weeks, his fever and his cough broke my heart and as I held him close, I could feel wheeze in his lungs. I prayed for this sweet child whose name I will never know. We left church and as we drove home I sat behind our driver Ibrahim with my head down and quietly cried. Babies taking care of babies... I just kept thinking of what my children had told me when we were talking about orphans a few months ago Zeke said "We will share you with them Mommy" and then Gideon "they can even come live with us, then they would have a Mommy!" The smell from this child washed out of my clothes, but he left a stain on my white skirt and one on my heart that will always be there.

We got back to Tom & Becky's and I called my children and wonderful husband, the minute I heard their voices I couldn't stop crying, but it was SO good to hear them say "I love you, mommy. Happy Mothers Day!" We received word from Margaret that she had just received a new orphan. A little baby a couple of days old, her young teen mother had just died from childbirth complications the day before (very common there in Sierra Leone) The baby's grandmother could not care for her. We walked down to Margaret's and it wasn't long before I was holding this sweet baby & wishing I could sneak her on the plane home. Margaret has 26 other orphans that she cares for, including Martin (who is in a wheelchair and needs 24/7 care) and Simon a joy filled downs syndrome little boy. God provides for Margaret and this group of blessed children, there is just no other way to say that. I can remember someone saying "Margaret doesn't have the money to take care of this baby" and then someone saying "well, how much money does formula cost?" (and before we left Sierra Leone the Lord provided, through the team, for this baby's needs)


Becky asked Margaret if she thought it would be OK if we went to pay our respects to the Grandmother. So we walked into the camp where the war widows live to visit the Grandmother of this baby. She was sitting out front of her 2 room house heart broken in complete despair. We realized that she had a house full of children and grandchildren already that were struggling to survive. I started to look around at the conditions surrounding me and the desperate children everywhere. My words would just mess it up. All I can say is walking back out of there to Margaret's house I lost it and one of those "uncontrollable cries" hit me. Mohamed (aka "pants on the ground" we called him) was walking by me and just kept saying my name and patting my back. Then one of the war widows looked at me and said "Why do you people love children so much?" I'll never forget that question and the look on her face because she didn't understand my broken heart or tears. What is a mom anyway? Why do we love children? This day...Mothers Day was the day after our visit to Waterloo--- (if you haven't read that post yet here it is http://afewwordsandramblings.blogspot.com/2011/06/ashes-for-beauty.html ) It will give you a better sense of what was going on in my heart and mind.

As we walked away from Margaret's house back towards the missionaries home, my heartbroken tears continued to pour. There isn't any comfort in the thought of my lifestyle excess and someone else suffering. I felt the Holy Spirit bringing up scripture after scripture in my heart about how taking care of these widows & orphans should somehow be more important to me personally than my home renovations, flat screen TV dreams and or my eating out budget.

This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth, 1 John 3:16-18

What is the best thing I could wish for my children? Good grades? Great college years? Become successful with great jobs or what if ... what if they disappeared to a far off land to serve the Lord, loving his people. What a hard thing it must be to let go and let them go but I pray that if that is what God's plan is for their lives that they jump in with both feet, run toward Him and never look back!

And as for the children of Sierra Leone. I love THESE precious wonderfully created children, children of our Father God. It is now month later and not a day goes by that I don't shed tears for these sweet faces, I might be on the other side of the world but when I close my eyes, I can see their beautiful eyes staring back at me. Right now, a team of friends from my church are there, falling in love with each of them and I am SO excited about it! It is an adventure that will forever change the way they think and live. When do you want to go? I'll take you...

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Ashes for Beauty





A crown of beauty instead of ashes...a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair (from Isaiah 61:3)

The end of the first week in Sierra Leone came quickly, by this Friday night I realized the that first few days had flown by. We spent the day at Hosetta School. I once again found myself (like never before wanting to be a "Mary") longing to just be with the people of Sierra Leone. Sit at their feet, hear their stories and love on them. That night was a hard one for me. The weight of my heart was incredibly heavy; I was lonely, missing my wonderful husband and my sweet children -I'm so thankful for my life & blessings. The heart shock and numbness was starting to wear off from the things I had seen that week and I was starting to feel the hurt of these people. Honestly, I fell apart in the shower. Have you ever done that? anyway... Now, I see that the Lord was emptying me for what was to come.


The next day we had plans to visit Waterloo and then spend the afternoon at the beach. At first I had a bad attitude about that. I didn't come here to go to the beach I thought? really? But I was so glad we did. I feel like the Lord gave me a picture of going from Ashes to Beauty that hope I never forget. That morning we got up early and went to Waterloo. Waterloo is a small market town where a group called Codwela has been working with the street kids. "Street Kid" Wow that word has a new meaning for me. I had taken a journal and had been writing everyday about the things I had seen and what God was teaching me, but for this morning in Waterloo I had to leave a blank page and I still truthfully feel like I don't have the words. Other than to say, my eyes have been opened to a horrible reality. Before I left for Africa I "kind of" knew there where places & children like this (most of us do, but pretend we don't) When you see it for yourself, you hug & hold a child that will be sleeping in the dirt on the street later that night, maybe looking for place to stay dry? A hungry child - doing whatever, WHATEVER it takes to survive...I still can't really talk about it. But I can say this----The Lord started preparing my heart for this months before I even knew I was going to Sierra Leone. Last fall my husband & I were at Worship Night with an artist named Todd Agnew. The Lord spoke directly to both of us that night about many things through this worship leader. Todd said something in a new way for me that completely changed my world view about these children. Changed "my view" into more of what I feel like is God's view. To simplify it best I can, picture leaving your children with a babysitter. The sitter had a easy job, just take care of the kids' basic needs and put them to bed. Now at my house we joke about our sitters coming watch our TV or play on our Internet because our kids go to bed so early and they really only have to spend a little time taking care of them. This man told a story of how he came home, everyone was in bed safe but the next day when he asked his kids how their night went they told him that the sitter basically had them fend for themselves and didn't really help them or take care of them at all. They showered (said they didn't really know they could do that by themselves yet) and put themselves to bed while the babysitter was on the computer or watching TV. He talked about, how at first, he was mad. He had left simple instructions for this caregiver to follow but she was "busy" doing what she wanted instead of caring for his children. Would you trust that person with your kids again? Then he said "Now, if Christ is the Bridegroom of the Church... the husband... in that marriage relationship we are the Bride, the wife, then we are the mother figure. The Mom. He has left us a command to love and care for His children, all of them! As a church are we being a "mom" to His children? Are we? or are we too busy with our own agendas, plans, houses & ipads? Countless children are dying everyday because of a lack of basic needs, clean water & health.






When I stood on the streets of Waterloo where in the midst of this market over 1000 children living alone on the streets in the most horrible conditions. I was brought back to this new awareness! THESE are also my children, the children I was told to love and care for in God's word. I am sick over it. I can't put my brokenness to words. Would I allow my children to be treated this way? Well I am. I have kissed the faces of children who are motherless and hungry knowing that the money we spend on worthless things could save lives. We can make a difference, we just pretend that the problem is so big that my little bit can't help. But, these children have a Father! Our Father can save them. He can feed them with our "little offerings". How shameful it is to know that we are not willing to sacrifice the little things, knowing in the reality of the whole of His creation, it is worth giving everything we have. I left Waterloo and prepared for our trip to the beach with silence and in tears. (my many pictures from Waterloo are on my facebook page, not all of the children in my pictures are the official street kids these boys below are, but all have desperate needs...please pray for their sweet faces and for the interns of Codwela who are ministering to them) I did write this scripture in my journal the next day: Jesus said in Luke 9:48 "whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. For it is the one who is the least among you all, who is the greatest."




We got to the beach and I was amazed at the beauty that the Lord has designed in this place. Wonderful scenery, crashing waves (I kept thinking, wow ... jobs jobs jobs... someday when the country infrastructure is back on its feet!) I jumped in the ocean and sat on the beautiful white sand beach and prayed for the Lord to speak to me, to forgive my selfishness and heal my heart. I ate local food and it was awesome! (my husband is so proud of me) What a gift it was to see the beauty of The Creator in Sierra Leone, especially on that day. I thank the Lord for placing my feet in that beautiful country and allowing me to love His beautiful people who live there.





Thursday, June 9, 2011

Tell Papa God Tankee







This is Margaret. She's a widow from the civil war that ravaged Sierra Leone from 1991 to 2002. So much death...so much hurt...unspeakable crimes even by the hands of children being used as child soldiers. In the midst of all this, I imagine it wouldn't be hard to ask "Where is God?" and turn your back. Margaret formed a group of War Widows, took in orphans and sought after the Lord. She is one of the most loving, giving and selfless people I have ever met. What an amazing example of what it truly looks like to love the Lord with all of your heart, mind, soul & strength. With no place else to go, after being widowed from this horrible war Margaret moved to a displacement camp with thousands of others. They still live there today. As our team walked to visit Margaret for the first time, her group of War Widows were gathering for their weekly bible study. They stood with joy and started to sing, an amazing song of praise "Tell Papa God Tankee" they sang, for all that He does.I was so taken with these lovely women whom each has endured more pain and suffering than I could ever imagine. Their eye's speak without words of the heartbreaking things they have witnessed and the husbands, families, and children that have been taken from them. They are living testaments of survival, humility, and amazing grace. After meeting these ladies I felt like I wanted to run back to visit them every chance I could. One of our team members brought supplies and taught these ladies how to make some special bracelets that she will be selling for them. The money from these bracelets will help these wonderful women continue to beat the odds and thrive. I formed a special relationship with a few of these sweet women and I was able to purchase and bring home just a few of their bracelets for a some special people. I grew to love the hands that made these bracelets, and now their stories have impacted mine. This has made a bracelet much more than a "souvenir" it has become a true gift of love. That, whether the receiver knows it or not, signifies more to me than I can explain. These bracelets are amazing reminders of the life lessons these ladies can teach us.

Is it truly possible...after everything you love is taken from you...everything...and the place in which you live is filled with such pain, and despair that it is a miracle you still have breath in your lungs... Can you seek first His Kingdom & His Righteousness and Thank Him for all He has done. Yes! Only with His strength. With Him all things are possible.
"Tell Papa God Tankee!" they sang.














Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Faces of Sierra Leone Video



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For the girls of Sierra Leone.
Lord, only you can save them - Jesus, Our Savior!


I made this video today after I realized I was constantly thinking about these faces. Their eyes almost speak through the pictures. Calling to my heart. I feel like I have been ruined and everything around me as a new awareness and meaning. I cannot look at life the same.


I can't imagine what it would be like to be a girl growing up in Sierra Leone. 1 out of every 5 children die before they reach their 5th birthday. The number of women dying from pregnancy and childbirth complications is among the highest in the world. Some little girls are scarred for life from female circumcision. Hunger and malnutrition is everywhere. Human trafficking. Disease. My heart is broken for these lovely ladies. I know seeing the pictures is not the same as being there. But I hope you can feel my heart as you watch this. You can also watch it on youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yk43KLHEOeM

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Just a Swinging






At home here in Missouri I have the privilege of getting to stay home with my children. I love - love - love my children and getting to spend my time with them. SO grateful that I am able to do that! Their young lives flash by like lightening! Yesterday my oldest son went to an elementary school for the first time (Pre-Kindergarten Summer School) He starts Kindergarten this fall. It seems like the last 5 years of his life have raced like a sprint to this point. Our lives and time spent here on earth are truly vapors, some of us get many years and some lives are cut very short. Because I stay home I also get to spend a couple days a week taking care of a few friends children. Yesterday was a Monday, sometimes Monday's are hard days for all of us. One of my extra little guys was a bit tired and very emotional on this particular Monday. He needed a lot of extra loving and comfort throughout the day (don't we all have days like that?), but there is one thing made him smile every time... swinging. He would get in the swing, push off and slowly swing through the air, and the minute he felt the air blowing on his face he couldn't help but grin. He sometimes wanted a push and sometimes wanted to go it alone, but the swinging through the air somehow made the burden of his day lighter.

At Hosetta School in Sierra Leone we were able to hang up a simple disc swing for the children. The Tennis Club of our team member Brooke had donated money and items to add to the playground activities at the school. After we got the swing up I got the chance to take a group of kids down to that area to play. It is quite something to watch the face of a child light up when they get on a swing, maybe for the first time in their life. The girl in this first picture's name is Jenaba. Jenaba is deaf and during my stay there I didn't see her smile more than just a few times. Her Smile is BEAUTIFUL! and My heart lightens up when I see this picture!


I helped the kids get up and down, and even had to hold Kadiatu on, her disabilities keep her from being able to hold the rope herself. (she's the girl in the pics below with a pink wash cloth safety pinned to her dress) What a joy it was to be a part of this simple thing that will hopefully continue to bring smiles and happiness to those children. Thanks to Brooke and her Tennis Club for their giving hearts!



Swinging and flying through the air reminded me of this beautiful butterfly my family saw at the butterfly house at the zoo last summer. At the first glance it seems very ordinary, plain and brown, but very unique in its design. When it opens its wings and does what God designed it to do - Fly - you get blessed to see a brilliant blue beauty and grace as it seems to float through the air. A wonderful lesson for us to learn that we glorify Him most when we do what He created us to do. This picture doesn't do it justice, nor does the picture of Jenaba's smile. It's only a glimpse of how amazing it is to see small pieces of God's incredible plan. Did you know that the life span of this amazing butterfly is only 115 days. Our amazing creator poured indescribable detail and beauty into making this butterfly, knowing its life was very - very short. How wonderfully created and precious are each one of us, His children all over the world. Our lives are but a blink when you think of all the ages of history, but what amazing diverse detail He took in creating us! Our time is short and our days seem to race by, but we can make the most of every second if we choose!

Thanks to my little guy who needed that swing yesterday! Thanks to Jenaba's smile for teaching me what truly matters! Above all Thanks to my Amazing Creator who poured indescribable uniqueness and love into His creation. And thanks to you for reading my thoughts and stories, its taking me a while to work through them and get them on the blog, but I have so much more to share with you!






Some dessert-- my "extra love needed" little guy yesterday repeated this phrase all day "I want my Mommy, I miss my Mom" Now I didn't share that to make his mommy cry (sorry! I gave him lots of hugs and reassured him that mommy would be back to get him) but it made me think... what if I longed for my Lord like that? When things don't go my way or when I get lonely and discouraged, that my first thoughts would be "I need you Lord!" and "I know you are with me!"
Scripture that speaks to my life:
Psalm 139
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You Know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. (1-4)
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to me. (13-16)
Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. (23-24)