Welcome

I would love to invite you into my home to have a cup of tea with me. We could sit in my sunny kitchen and talk about all the things that are going on in our lives. I could share with you the news I hear from my grown daughters. How my grandkids are growing. We could laugh together over the funny things that they have said. It would be fun to share the ins and outs of our family life, and talk about our latest creative projects. We could share what God has been teaching us, in our personal lives, and encourage each other on this walk of faith. We could pray together, laugh together, and even cry together. Since most of us will never be able to sit down together face to face, I would like to invite you to join me here. So come on in and have a cup of tea with me.

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Joy

Joy

About Me

Manta, Manabi, Ecuador
My husband, Tony and I have been Baptist Bible Fellowship missionaries in Ecuador since 1988. We have 3 married daughters, who have blessed us with 12 grandchildren. We also have been blessed to add 3 children to our family through adoption. We live full and busy lives.

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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Our times are in God's hands...

Yesterday,  I was quite aggravated, at what seemed like really just plain rudeness from some people.  But then, this happened...

I had planned to go to the salon yesterday at 4:00, to get a manicure and pedicure.  (when you can get both for $10, it's nice to treat yourself now and then. 😊)  My husband had a meeting that was planned for 2:00, but came home about 2:20, and said, no one had been there, and the place where the meeting was to take place looked all locked up.  He had hung around a bit, but didn't see anyone.  (the meeting had been changed to 3:00, but no one had let us know that)

Anyway, because he ended up coming home early, I went ahead to the salon at 3:00.  While there, I over heard the owner talking to a lady about the Lord, and different churches.  Then the owner of the salon came up to me and said, "You are a 'pastora", right?" (that always cracks me up, but anyway, it is very common for people to call the Pastor's wife, a "pastora" here).  I said, yes, my husband is a Pastor.  She asked me what kind of church is it, so I told her it was a Baptist church, and she said, Oh good!  Then she called this lady to come over, and introduced us.  She said, She needs to go to church, and talk to a Pastor.  I told her we would love to have her visit.  She asked where the church was, and I explained, even gave her Tony's phone number, in case she got lost on the way, and needed better directions, then I had given her.  She asked what time services were.  Then she said, "I really just need to talk to the pastor."  Before I could say anything, the owner of the salon piped up and said, "First you go to the service and then you can talk to the Pastor!"

So this morning, I was involved in Children's Ministry, but came down to the service right before the end, and when Tony came back he said, there is your friend, Ana on the back row.  After church he sat with her for a few minutes and talked to her about her problem.  Then before she left, she asked me about the Women's Bible Study, we are having on Friday night, and paid me for a book!!  Please pray for Ana.  I don't know yet, if she is a "seeker" or a "baby Christian".  I know she is looking for answers.  If Tony had been at the meeting he had planned to attend, I would not have met Ana. 

Everything happens for a reason.  The times and seasons are in His hands. 


Friday, February 16, 2018

New Bible Studies

Tonight we started new Men's and Ladies' Bible Study at church.  We had 12 ladies show up and 3 men.  It would be easy to focus on who didn't show up and get discouraged by the lack of participation, or I can choose to focus on who did show up and feel blessed to be able to be a part of what God is doing in their lives!

Lately it has been hard to keep focused on the positive and not get discouraged by those who have bad attitudes or just don't really care.  But, that is exactly what our enemy hopes we will do.  He wants us discouraged, and hopes to suck the life out of us.  To make us lose our passion for God and start to feel like nothing we do makes any difference.  To keep this from happening, I have to make a decision to focus on God and His word.  To remember that He is the one who called me and He is the one who placed me here.  He's plans and purposes are all good and for his Glory and the growing of His Kingdom. 

So, I am going to be looking forward to what God does with these 15 people!  This is our little part of God's Church and I can't wait to see how God builds it up!!

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Twenty-seven years!

There are so many things I remember about that day. 

The 2 hour ride to the Detroit, airport... The incredible mountain of luggage we had, and having to step over to the side and try to do some re-packing because one of our bags was over-weight.  I remember that I just left a huge bottle of hair conditioner with my Mom, to finally make things work out right.  I remember that the air attack on Kuwait had just happened, and because of that, security was unusually high, and that, we didn't realize until we were there, that we would have to say "Good-bye" to my parents out there, near the ticket counters before going through security.  (I'm sure that is hard to believe in this world of post 9/11, but it was normal to actually go all the way to the gate area and wait with people, who were flying.) 

I remember what I was wearing, a straight, light blue corduroy skirt, cream colored blouse with a scarf, and a sweater.   The girls each had new dolls, they were carrying, and all 3 had back-packs and carry-on bags.  It was a LONG day.  One filled with excitement, at the "new adventure" we were on, but also filled with a lot of "un-knowns".  Saying "good-bye" to loved ones... this was all in the days before internet... email... Skype... Vonage... Facebook.  Letters (actual write on paper and hold in your hand, letters!) took on an average of 2 weeks to make it to us here.  Phone service was unpredictable and costly. 

I don't remember anything really about the flight, (there have been so many since they all kind of run together)... I don't remember much about Miami airport, where we had to change planes, and I believe we had to claim our luggage and re-check it... UGH!  We are talking 10 large 70 lb. bags, plus 5 carry-on bags, and 5 "personal items"... I think Mandie and Ashley, did fairly well, carrying their own bags... (this was also before "rolling bags" were very common! I know! Really who can remember that?!) Lex, was very little, just 2 1/2, so I'm pretty sure she wasn't up to carrying very much.  I don't remember if I found a pay phone and called my parents or not.  (oh yeah, and this was also before the time that everyone had a cell phone!)  I'm thinking I didn't... 

We arrived in Quito, got through immigration and customs... always a bit nerve wrecking, in it's craziness... then we came out of the airport.  The Quito airport at that time, didn't have an inside waiting area around the international exit.  You exited right outside.  There was this chain link fence, that was there, and people were all pushed up against it looking for a glimpse of their party.  We came out into all this chaos, looking for a familiar face and not seeing any.  We had the guys pushing our luggage carts, to just pile it all up on the side walk... I had the girls sitting on the bags, everyone watching these gringos.  A couple young men came up and started talking to Tony, we had no idea who they were, they seemed to know us, and to be honest, even though I had spent a year in language school, my Spanish, especially under stress, was not good. :D  Anyway, ends up they were from the church in Quito, Nikolay and his brother, Franchisco.  I think Nikolay, went into the terminal and called our friends.  Remember, this is all before internet and cell phones.  We evidently hadn't communicated well which airline we were coming in on.  They thought we were arriving on a different airline, around 10:00pm, when actually we arrived around 8:00pm.  I honestly don't know why those young men were even at the airport at that time!  I just know God had them there, because we had no way of contacting anyone... no Ecuadorian money to make a phone call... no phone number to call! LOL!   I remember our friends, pulling up in their van.   It was so good to see them!  We loaded all our stuff into their van, and were off to the place where we would be staying for a few days. 

One of the last things I remember about that day, is that the people where we were staying had a "direct-dial" phone, (I didn't even realize how incredible that was!) and I was able to call my parents to let them know that we arrived.  I remember, it was so good to hear their voices, and to be able to let them know we had arrived safe and sound....I remember feeling excited to be here, yet at the same time anxious about the next steps. 

One thing, I can say, looking back, that while the journey has not always been easy, God has been faithful.  All the time. At every turn. 


Saturday, May 6, 2017

My Inheritance and Identity in Christ, Day 11

May you be strengthened with all power,
according to his glorious might, for all endurance
and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father,
who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of
the saints in light.
He has delivered us from the domain of darkness
and transferred us to the kingdom
of his beloved Son,
in whom we have redemption,
the forgiveness of sins.
Colossians 1:11-14