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.
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Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Memories & Musings...
Today I opened up my Facebook feed and there in the "On This Day", were these two photos. That brought back so many memories!! They were taken the evening we flew into the Flint, MI airport on our return to the US for our first furlough. We had been in Ecuador for about 2 1/2 years, and there was a large group from our Home Church, waiting to greet us. They had a big banner and balloons for the girls.
I love these photos because there is so much love and joy in them! They also tell a bit of a story! Leaving home/country/culture is a sacrifice for a missionary. We do it because we sense God's leading and calling and don't get me wrong, we don't do it, "screaming and kicking". No, we feel blessed and there is a lot of joy in serving the Lord where he leads you. Our family has been overwhelmingly blessed to be able to live and work in Ecuador.
But what these photos tell is not so much the sacrifice the missionaries make, but that there are others that are sacrificing, too. Many of you know that I am an only child. So when Tony and I went to Ecuador, not only did my parents lose the opportunity to have daily contact, and dare I say to experience even the "mundane" events of daily family life with their only daughter, they also gave up that relationship with their only grandchildren. I knew in my head that it was a sacrifice for them, (and the rest of our extended family that lives here in the US) but I never really understood it in my heart, until our 3 daughters grew up, and moved back to the States...then our own grandchildren started arriving.
Now my parents did an AMAZING job of staying connected with my children. In the early years,(remember this was all before internet, email, Skype, etc.) They would write and send cards regularly. We would take turns calling each other. They would call us once a month, and we would call them once a month...so we got to talk on the phone twice a month. That was back when it cost A LOT to call internationally, and for us, it could sometimes take a couple days to get the call to go through. We would have to call an operator... give them the number we wanted to call...hang up... when they got the call through, the phone would ring again. Once the call was finished the operator would call back and tell us how long we talked and what the cost of that call was. Most of the time the call back with the connection was just a few minutes, BUT, I do remember it sometimes taking a day or so. They also made trips down to see us, twice our first term there, and a few more times before the girls graduated from high school. Also once we got email, we would write each other everyday(seemed like an amazing thing at the time)... and as internet capabilities improved, communication became even more frequent.
Still being a framed photograph on the wall and a voice on the phone, or even a person on the other side of the computer screen, in the case of Skype or Face Time, is a far cry from being present in the every day. Experiencing even as I mentioned before, just the mundane activities of life...being able to eat supper together, or Sunday dinner. Having the opportunity to have the grandkids over for a sleepover... or be there to watch them after school for an hour or two. It is through those things that you build a relationship...you get to really know them and they get to know you. When you don't have those opportunities, the relationships just aren't the same. I'm not saying that you don't or can't have a relationship, I'm just saying it's different...and it's something you sacrifice.
I'm so thankful that my parents love God and love me so much that they were willing to make that sacrifice. NEVER. ONE. TIME. have they complained to us, or asked us to do something different. I know that God has blessed them and has blessed us in so many other ways, and I am thankful for that, but today's post is just about recognizing that it IS a sacrifice, and it's not always easy.
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| In this photo, you see my Mom holding my youngest (at the time), my Dad in the background holding onto the balloons, maybe talking to my oldest, (not sure) and I'm there with my middle daughter, who seems pretty excited/overwhelmed by it all. In the background there are a couple girls from the church, taking down the banner. |
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| This photo is my Dad with my youngest, (again at that time), with a very sweet lady from the church in the background, along with my middle daughter. |
I love these photos because there is so much love and joy in them! They also tell a bit of a story! Leaving home/country/culture is a sacrifice for a missionary. We do it because we sense God's leading and calling and don't get me wrong, we don't do it, "screaming and kicking". No, we feel blessed and there is a lot of joy in serving the Lord where he leads you. Our family has been overwhelmingly blessed to be able to live and work in Ecuador.
But what these photos tell is not so much the sacrifice the missionaries make, but that there are others that are sacrificing, too. Many of you know that I am an only child. So when Tony and I went to Ecuador, not only did my parents lose the opportunity to have daily contact, and dare I say to experience even the "mundane" events of daily family life with their only daughter, they also gave up that relationship with their only grandchildren. I knew in my head that it was a sacrifice for them, (and the rest of our extended family that lives here in the US) but I never really understood it in my heart, until our 3 daughters grew up, and moved back to the States...then our own grandchildren started arriving.
Now my parents did an AMAZING job of staying connected with my children. In the early years,(remember this was all before internet, email, Skype, etc.) They would write and send cards regularly. We would take turns calling each other. They would call us once a month, and we would call them once a month...so we got to talk on the phone twice a month. That was back when it cost A LOT to call internationally, and for us, it could sometimes take a couple days to get the call to go through. We would have to call an operator... give them the number we wanted to call...hang up... when they got the call through, the phone would ring again. Once the call was finished the operator would call back and tell us how long we talked and what the cost of that call was. Most of the time the call back with the connection was just a few minutes, BUT, I do remember it sometimes taking a day or so. They also made trips down to see us, twice our first term there, and a few more times before the girls graduated from high school. Also once we got email, we would write each other everyday(seemed like an amazing thing at the time)... and as internet capabilities improved, communication became even more frequent.
Still being a framed photograph on the wall and a voice on the phone, or even a person on the other side of the computer screen, in the case of Skype or Face Time, is a far cry from being present in the every day. Experiencing even as I mentioned before, just the mundane activities of life...being able to eat supper together, or Sunday dinner. Having the opportunity to have the grandkids over for a sleepover... or be there to watch them after school for an hour or two. It is through those things that you build a relationship...you get to really know them and they get to know you. When you don't have those opportunities, the relationships just aren't the same. I'm not saying that you don't or can't have a relationship, I'm just saying it's different...and it's something you sacrifice.
I'm so thankful that my parents love God and love me so much that they were willing to make that sacrifice. NEVER. ONE. TIME. have they complained to us, or asked us to do something different. I know that God has blessed them and has blessed us in so many other ways, and I am thankful for that, but today's post is just about recognizing that it IS a sacrifice, and it's not always easy.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Easter...
I hope you had a Happy Easter!! Our family enjoyed being in the US for this special holiday. I will be honest that I was pretty much in love with all the cute decorations available and all the aisles at the stores, filled with Easter "treats" for the kid's baskets. It was a bit overwhelming, but at the same time it was so much fun. :) I didn't let myself purchase very many decorations, just a few for the 2 tables we have here. Haven't decided if I will be taking them with me back to Ecuador, giving them to my daughter here, or packing them away, to be available the next time we are in the States for Easter. :D Oh the decisions to be made.
My married daughter here in Florida, had to work Sunday night, (she's a CNA at a local hospital). So we decided to have our big dinner, on Saturday, and give the kids their baskets afterwards, and even have our family egg hunt. Sunday was focused on church. Tony and I along with Teddy and Carla, helped out in the children's groups here, as they have a huge influx of people in on Easter. Carla, Teddy and I were assigned to pre-school, while Tony worked down with the 5th grade boys.
I will admit that I was NOT looking forward to working with the preschool kids. There were 2 things going on with this. First, we as a family aren't in the States very often at Easter time. When I thought about Easter and getting to be in the States, I was looking forward to being in the Worship Service as a family. Then there's the fact that it's just not an age I really enjoy working with... yes, if you know me, I did teach in Early Childhood for years... yes, children's ministry was my primary focus of ministry for the first 13 years of our missionary service. But, I have spent more than a decade working in Women's ministry, and my involvement in Children's ministry has been as a "resource" and a teacher, training teachers. I am much more comfortable speaking to a room full of ladies than dealing with preschool kids and all that entails. (and yes, I very much enjoy having my grandkids around and the majority of them are "preschool" age! :) Anyway, that being said, I had been praying that the Lord would help me to have the right attitude, and use me to encourage and bless someone on Sunday.
Just about the time we were ready to actually start class, the door opened and 2 little kids walked in. Their parents were speaking English to us, but Spanish to the kids. They came in, and watching the other kids started trying to participate. I went over to the little girl, and asked her if she spoke English? She looked and me and then said, no. So, I explained to the two of them what we were going to do next. They joined the rest of the kids on the rug, and then I watched as the teacher, started the opening, using some eggs to explain the Easter lesson, (a shortened version of the popular Resurrection Eggs). I asked her if I could have the eggs for a minute before she moved on, and I sat down on the floor next to these 2 children, and showed them the eggs and explained the whole story. As I spoke to them in Spanish, they lit up and became engaged. We continued with the video lesson, which involved some interaction with the kids. They tried to follow along and do the hand motions with the rest of the kids for the songs, etc. Then we broke up for "small groups" where we were going to review the lesson. I took them over to a table, and using the visuals we had, told them the story in Spanish. As I was speaking to these 2 and they were asking and answering questions, the Holy Spirit spoke to me in the still small voice... "See, I didn't make a mistake! You are EXACTLY where I needed you to be today!"
I don't know about you, but I still need these reminders from time to time. You know, when we think things should be going a different way, or we wish they were different. When we are following God, and seeking his will and walking in the way He leads, it's important to remember that he NEVER, EVER makes a mistake. He has a plan and a reason for everything he allows. Sometimes we will know right away, like I did yesterday, sometimes we may not know until we get to heaven, BUT, that doesn't mean we can't trust Him, and remember that he does ALL things well. His plans are not my plans and his ways are not my ways. He has plans so much bigger, and better than I could ever imagine.
Keeping my eyes on Jesus today. Hope you are too!
Blessings, Joy
Sunday afternoon, 4/16/2017
My married daughter here in Florida, had to work Sunday night, (she's a CNA at a local hospital). So we decided to have our big dinner, on Saturday, and give the kids their baskets afterwards, and even have our family egg hunt. Sunday was focused on church. Tony and I along with Teddy and Carla, helped out in the children's groups here, as they have a huge influx of people in on Easter. Carla, Teddy and I were assigned to pre-school, while Tony worked down with the 5th grade boys.
I will admit that I was NOT looking forward to working with the preschool kids. There were 2 things going on with this. First, we as a family aren't in the States very often at Easter time. When I thought about Easter and getting to be in the States, I was looking forward to being in the Worship Service as a family. Then there's the fact that it's just not an age I really enjoy working with... yes, if you know me, I did teach in Early Childhood for years... yes, children's ministry was my primary focus of ministry for the first 13 years of our missionary service. But, I have spent more than a decade working in Women's ministry, and my involvement in Children's ministry has been as a "resource" and a teacher, training teachers. I am much more comfortable speaking to a room full of ladies than dealing with preschool kids and all that entails. (and yes, I very much enjoy having my grandkids around and the majority of them are "preschool" age! :) Anyway, that being said, I had been praying that the Lord would help me to have the right attitude, and use me to encourage and bless someone on Sunday.
Just about the time we were ready to actually start class, the door opened and 2 little kids walked in. Their parents were speaking English to us, but Spanish to the kids. They came in, and watching the other kids started trying to participate. I went over to the little girl, and asked her if she spoke English? She looked and me and then said, no. So, I explained to the two of them what we were going to do next. They joined the rest of the kids on the rug, and then I watched as the teacher, started the opening, using some eggs to explain the Easter lesson, (a shortened version of the popular Resurrection Eggs). I asked her if I could have the eggs for a minute before she moved on, and I sat down on the floor next to these 2 children, and showed them the eggs and explained the whole story. As I spoke to them in Spanish, they lit up and became engaged. We continued with the video lesson, which involved some interaction with the kids. They tried to follow along and do the hand motions with the rest of the kids for the songs, etc. Then we broke up for "small groups" where we were going to review the lesson. I took them over to a table, and using the visuals we had, told them the story in Spanish. As I was speaking to these 2 and they were asking and answering questions, the Holy Spirit spoke to me in the still small voice... "See, I didn't make a mistake! You are EXACTLY where I needed you to be today!"
I don't know about you, but I still need these reminders from time to time. You know, when we think things should be going a different way, or we wish they were different. When we are following God, and seeking his will and walking in the way He leads, it's important to remember that he NEVER, EVER makes a mistake. He has a plan and a reason for everything he allows. Sometimes we will know right away, like I did yesterday, sometimes we may not know until we get to heaven, BUT, that doesn't mean we can't trust Him, and remember that he does ALL things well. His plans are not my plans and his ways are not my ways. He has plans so much bigger, and better than I could ever imagine.
Keeping my eyes on Jesus today. Hope you are too!
Blessings, Joy
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
The Armor of God
Sometimes, God's working in our life is slow and gentle, and sometimes it comes as at a time when we weren't expecting and catches us totally by surprise. Have you ever been in a place in your life, when you felt a bit unsettled, uneasy, or even just a bit fearful of what the future was going to be, or how all the pieces were going to fit together, BUT at the same time, felt that you were in a pretty good place in your spiritual life? I mean you were consistently having your devotions and you were "doing" all the "right things". Right in the middle of this, season, when even though you were struggling at bit with contentment and joy, you were sure everything was "fine"... God drops something in your lap, that totally lifts the "scales" that had been over your eyes, and clouding your spiritual eyes from what was really happening in your life?
Well, that is where I found myself just 4 short weeks ago. We stopped at our friends house, for one night on our family trip along the east coast. That evening my friend shared with me that they had started a new Bible Study with the Ladies of their church. I shared the Bible Study I was doing, (which was/is an excellent study). Then she mentioned that a few of the ladies that hadn't been able to attend Sunday evenings study was going to get together that night to watch the video from Session 1. So I went up to watch.
I will admit that I almost didn't go up... I thought, I don't want to intrude. I won't be able to do the whole study, why go watch the first session, I don't even have the book. I'm in the middle of doing a great Bible Study, myself. But, the Spirit of God prompted my heart to go. Thankfully, this is one of the times, I didn't try to rationalize myself out of obeying, but just went up. That first session, I took several notes on my phone. I was captivated by how many of the truths she was speaking about, lined up with what I had been studying...you know, you really need to sit up and pay attention when God uses multiple people and sources to speak the same truth to your heart!!
A week later our trip brought us back to these same friends, where we were planning to spend a week. In that week, I had the opportunity to watch Sessions 2 and 3, and my friend, gifted me with the Study book. In one week, I completed the "homework" for weeks 1 and 2. I couldn't seem to get enough. I also kept wanting to share every new thought with someone. I would think, WOW, I never saw it like that before! Or WHOA, what a difference that would make if people actually applied it to their lives!! What a difference it would make if I would just apply it!
Now, I accepted Christ as my Savior when I was 5 years old. That means that I have been walking this Christian life for 50 years. Just like everyone else, some seasons better than others. I have been taught and have taught about the Armor of God, we find described in Ephesians 6, countless times. As a child I did "sword drills" in Sunday School and Children's Church...(if you don't know what this is, it basically is a game you play with children, to see who can look up Bible verses the fastest). I even became aware of the need to "put it on", daily, asking God to use each piece to guard the different areas of my, my mind, my heart, my walk, etc. BUT, I can honestly say that until I did this study, I never really looked at each piece in detail or thought about how each one specifically was designed to protect me from the attacks of Satan. I also NEVER connected the Armor of God in Ephesians 6 to the Armor of the Divine Warrior in Isaiah 59, BUT many of the people who were reading Paul's letter in that day, totally got the connection, both the examples to the armor of the Roman soldiers that they saw on a daily basis, and also to the Divine Warrior described in Isaiah as they were students of the Old Testament. This armor God has given to me, is not just any armor that was lying around... It is his very own armor!! He took it off and GAVE it to me! I have God's own armor to put on and defend myself in this daily battle. There is NOTHING more powerful that I could have than that!!
If you are feeling unsure of your value or who you are in Christ, or if you are filled with fear and insecurity right now. I encourage you to read the book of Ephesians. To put on your Armor, and remember who you are in Christ Jesus. You have been adopted into God's Forever Family!! He is your Father, your Daddy. He is blessed. He loves you and because He is blessed, you are blessed. It's part of your DNA! If you have access to it, I highly recommend The Armor of God Study by Priscilla Shirer. You can rent the video sessions on-line at Lifeway.com. BUT you don't have to have the video sessions to do the study. They are just an extra "bonus." :) (and just as a disclaimer, I am not receiving anything to recommend this study. I doubt the people at LifeWay or Priscilla Shirer, will ever even see this post and know that I have recommended the study.)
Well, that is where I found myself just 4 short weeks ago. We stopped at our friends house, for one night on our family trip along the east coast. That evening my friend shared with me that they had started a new Bible Study with the Ladies of their church. I shared the Bible Study I was doing, (which was/is an excellent study). Then she mentioned that a few of the ladies that hadn't been able to attend Sunday evenings study was going to get together that night to watch the video from Session 1. So I went up to watch.
I will admit that I almost didn't go up... I thought, I don't want to intrude. I won't be able to do the whole study, why go watch the first session, I don't even have the book. I'm in the middle of doing a great Bible Study, myself. But, the Spirit of God prompted my heart to go. Thankfully, this is one of the times, I didn't try to rationalize myself out of obeying, but just went up. That first session, I took several notes on my phone. I was captivated by how many of the truths she was speaking about, lined up with what I had been studying...you know, you really need to sit up and pay attention when God uses multiple people and sources to speak the same truth to your heart!!
A week later our trip brought us back to these same friends, where we were planning to spend a week. In that week, I had the opportunity to watch Sessions 2 and 3, and my friend, gifted me with the Study book. In one week, I completed the "homework" for weeks 1 and 2. I couldn't seem to get enough. I also kept wanting to share every new thought with someone. I would think, WOW, I never saw it like that before! Or WHOA, what a difference that would make if people actually applied it to their lives!! What a difference it would make if I would just apply it!
Now, I accepted Christ as my Savior when I was 5 years old. That means that I have been walking this Christian life for 50 years. Just like everyone else, some seasons better than others. I have been taught and have taught about the Armor of God, we find described in Ephesians 6, countless times. As a child I did "sword drills" in Sunday School and Children's Church...(if you don't know what this is, it basically is a game you play with children, to see who can look up Bible verses the fastest). I even became aware of the need to "put it on", daily, asking God to use each piece to guard the different areas of my, my mind, my heart, my walk, etc. BUT, I can honestly say that until I did this study, I never really looked at each piece in detail or thought about how each one specifically was designed to protect me from the attacks of Satan. I also NEVER connected the Armor of God in Ephesians 6 to the Armor of the Divine Warrior in Isaiah 59, BUT many of the people who were reading Paul's letter in that day, totally got the connection, both the examples to the armor of the Roman soldiers that they saw on a daily basis, and also to the Divine Warrior described in Isaiah as they were students of the Old Testament. This armor God has given to me, is not just any armor that was lying around... It is his very own armor!! He took it off and GAVE it to me! I have God's own armor to put on and defend myself in this daily battle. There is NOTHING more powerful that I could have than that!!
If you are feeling unsure of your value or who you are in Christ, or if you are filled with fear and insecurity right now. I encourage you to read the book of Ephesians. To put on your Armor, and remember who you are in Christ Jesus. You have been adopted into God's Forever Family!! He is your Father, your Daddy. He is blessed. He loves you and because He is blessed, you are blessed. It's part of your DNA! If you have access to it, I highly recommend The Armor of God Study by Priscilla Shirer. You can rent the video sessions on-line at Lifeway.com. BUT you don't have to have the video sessions to do the study. They are just an extra "bonus." :) (and just as a disclaimer, I am not receiving anything to recommend this study. I doubt the people at LifeWay or Priscilla Shirer, will ever even see this post and know that I have recommended the study.)
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