I spoke with my mom last night...finally. Being my mom, she recharged her cell and then somehow turned it off, so no one could call her all day. She says it’s the cell phone’s fault, but...if you know my mom at all...
It was good to talk to her, and hear how things are going. Afterwards, I went and hung out with one of the guys here, just to talk about what was happening and to tell him how God had given the family a great day together on Monday. We talked awhile, and then this fellow made the comment, “I don’t like talking about death much.”...
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
At 2:31 this afternoon, my Aunt Ruth was ushered into the presence of her Saviour. I think she was probably a lot more ready than the rest of us. Yesterday I called mom at the hospital and she told me, as difficult as it was, it was time to pray that God would take her home. Later that afternoon, as I was driving in my truck, I tried to pray that...I really did. But man, it was hard. I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it.
It’s a strange...
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I know this isn't an uncommon picture, and many of you have probably seen it before. But I still really appreciate it. It's a powerful illustration of God as our refuge, and right now it holds a lot of meaning for me and for my family.
"The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."&nb...
Monday, August 23, 2010
My aunt is dying of cancer. Barring a miracle, I should get word of her entering the presence of her Lord sometime tonight or tomorrow. Truth be told, I’m having a hard time with it. I wrote on Sunday that there are moments when I feel very far away. This is one of those moments. I want to be with family who understand who she is and what we’re losing.
I know that most everyone has had a family member die. I know it’s easy to say, “Oh that’s really sad.” and then go on with whatever we were just doing. I get that...I’ve been guilty of it myself....
Sunday, August 22, 2010
If you've been down to visit, you'll know that our neighbourhood is surrounded on three sides by industrial areas. Which doesn't really affect us much. Well...except when there's a fire I guess...
Two blocks over, there's a long stretch that contains a perfume factory (which obviously contains alcohol), a paint factory and (of coures) a propane storage/distribution building.
Below is a current picture of the paint factory.
I...
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I'm sure every missionary would tell you the same thing. Some days it amazes me how easy it is to communicate with home...internet, Facebook, Skype...it's a whole different missionary world than it was even ten years ago. And for that I'm thankful.
But...other days...you feel really far away. When family and friends are suffering, even though you can talk to them on the phone, it's not quite the same as being there.
Right now? Home is definitely a long ways away.
&nb...
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Well...I don't want to build this video up too much...but if this doesn't make you at least smile... =)
That's Roberto on the left, Yimy straight ahead and Ruddy to the right. I'm the guy laughing like an idiot. It was one of those dumb camp games that turned out to be pretty fun. My guys are nothing if not competitive...
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
So...once again it seems I have to confess my stupidity. I got roped into (literally) playing a tug-of-war game at camp and kind of killed my back. And I'd been doing so well. But I got caught up in the moment and really wanted my team to win. I thought it would be your typical plant your heels into the dirt and don't move kind of deal.
Then they started strapping me into the harness. Along with three other teams...
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Last weekend we took off with our church, up into the mountains for a family camp, I guess you could call it. Not sure any of the guys were all that excited to go (not sure how I felt about it exactly, but I'm on the church board so...). In the end though, it was amazing time for all of us. The guys couldn't stop talking about how much fun they had. So that made me happy. I was kind of imagining how bad...
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