Monday, January 31, 2011

Missionsfest 2011

Just returned from Missions Fest 2011. It was in the beautiful Canada Place Convention Centre in Vancouver. The weather was horrible but we spent most of the time inside, in the film festival, attending general sessions and workshops on many different topics. I was surprised at the numbers of Christian colleges, I was surprised at the number of Christian camps, and surprised at the lack of agencies or organizations that were giving our material on short term missions trips. I suppose with financial considerations on printing, many of them chose to print small leaflets and do their majority of advertising so to speak via the web. The down side of this, is I was hard pressed to find brochures to bring back about short term missions. It was great to see so many different booths, but over all the thing that struck me the most was the thought that kept coming up in my mind.
That was...the last time I was in the convention centre is was for the Sex Show. I had been blessed to be part of a team that would work with xxxchurch and hand out bibles, stickers, share with many people about Jesus and HIS desire to meet people where they are. The sex show was all three halls, the lobby, and every spare inch of space. Missions Fest was ONE of the convention halls, the hallway and just admin related stuff in the lobby. I pray that next year that Missions Fest can attract enough people, exhibitors etc to fill the place. For those  in my home church, we will be doing a missions evening and sharing everything we learned and brought back, stay tuned, C

Prayer requests certainly that God used this last weekend to touch the hearts of many, but they will be spurred on to serve at home and around the world even after the weekend is over.

Friday, January 28, 2011

What would you do...if it happened to you...

Recently I have been reading a book, called The troubled Heart of Africa. It is a historical book about life in the Congo. My burden for child soldiers and the atrocities of war never seems to leave me. I cannot stop learning, reading, praying and trying to figure out ways to make change. I recently read the story of Emmanuel Jal, and Another Man's War by Sam Childers. The fact is I cannot stop reading, I cannot stop trying to understand why things like this go on. I spoke with co -workers yesterday about it, and they seemed sad but not broken. I said this is not history this is happening today, now in 2011, still they remained silent, my fuel and passion was spilling out of me, my voice my adamant. Then I said what would you do, if that was your child, your neighbourhood that was being raped and pillaged, the children kidnapped to be used as pawns and child soldiers in another mans war. What if they took your child or grandchild. Then I got the looks that I understood, the look of helplessness,  yes people it is happening. What can we do, what would I do? What can't you fix Lord, you can do anything!
I know that by trying to learn and understand I am at least doing what I can for today. For tomorrow we may be called to the mission field and be directly involved, we may be called to positions of fund raising, awareness and politics.It may happen today, tomorrow, next week, next month or next year but I am called to 'do" today,  Lord to hear my cries, something needs to be done!
What is my part, where do I fit, how can I help, direct me, guide me, give me your peace as I seek your will in this. This is an excerpt from a Canadian paper, this one I liked as the same question was posed.


"What lengths would you go to in order to protect your child? How about a child that was not yours? You may not know this young individual personally, you may never have the chance to meet them and you may never know what becomes of them, but would you be willing to stand up for their rights if you knew that there are hundreds of thousands of children fighting in over 14 armed conflicts around the world today?
Childhood is a time of innocence and growth, yet these children are trained and tossed into bloody battles where many are forced to kill and suffer unimaginable emotional and physical trauma, some do not make it out alive at all. A hand full may successfully escape or get freed, but reintegration programs are still lacking in funds, resources and proper techniques in order to have these former child soldiers not feel isolated, be shunned by their community or be enticed to rejoin because of the same deplorable conditions that first compelled them to join as a means of survival. " 
entire article...
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WE SHOULD PRAY BELIEVING THAT WE WILL RECEIVE. PRAY WITH FAITH.
Matthew 21:22 (The Message)

21-22But Jesus was matter-of-fact: "Yes—and if you embrace this kingdom life and don't doubt God, you'll not only do minor feats like I did to the fig tree, but also triumph over huge obstacles. This mountain, for instance, you'll tell, 'Go jump in the lake,' and it will jump. Absolutely everything, ranging from small to large, as you make it a part of your believing prayer, gets included as you lay hold of God."

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Done....


Rarely do I feel like an enormous weight is pushed off my shoulders but today life just seems lighter. I have for many years worked with the visually impaired. It has been a great job and I love reading and writing braille. But over my head was the lack of the elusive piece of paper. This last year I decided to upgrade and finish for good as the braille code had changes in 2007 and I had finished in 2005. Little did I know when I was thinking all this through the commitment it would take. So since September of last year I went back to the school of braille LOL.
I devoted most weeks, 6 days a week to braille, or should I say six nights. I worked at school by day and in the mornings before work and after work, and almost every weekend, I sat at the computer and the desk brailling and editing. Today I have NO braille to do....I am done!
It seems somewhat surreal as I can't remember what I used to do in the evenings. Complain about Jussi watching the TV too loud? I know there is a stack of books I am waiting on, my music, my spanish lessons and then it will be spring.
I am so thankful for all my friends and family that were praying for me especially these last few weeks as I worked on the final piece of the puzzle. I needed a 96% to pass and that had me so testy and emotional.  With a husband that did all the post dinner clean up and extras I was able to concentrate on braille and pulled off a 99%. I keep repeating done, done, done, and I still pinching myself...tonight after dinner I have plans and tomorrow and this weekend so really next week it will set in and I can hardly wait, that is if I can wipe the smile off my face!
THIS IS BASIC BUT YOU CAN WRITE YOUR NAME IN GRADE 1 BRAILLE

Monday, January 24, 2011

Praying for Sonia...we won't cease and we won't rest...

Normally I would not reprint an entire blog but by permission from a dear friend who daily and nightly I may add tends to this little sick baby and many others at GLA. Please join me and praying for Sonia and for the details to get her to the states for medical care. Please tell your prayer chain, and let others know...thanks Colleen


My three month old baby, Sonia, is sick, critically sick. Today, she was sicker than she has ever been. She was unstable, even on CPAP, and I feared for her life. 
She is a sweet, alert, contented baby when she is well. When she is not, she fights and flails and roars angrily, until her puffy eyes bulge. Today, the battle for breath sent Sonia into combat mode. 'Sonia, enough!' I pleaded, from across the room, as a nurse tried to adjust the prongs in her nose. Hearing the command, Sonia stopped fighting, and turned, fixing her gaze on mine. What does that tone mean, Miss Susan, she seemed to ask? I think I better pay attention to you......
Pay attention she did, following me through a 120 degree angle, as I crossed the NICU floor. Oh my! 'Ladies,' I declared to the nurses and nannies, 'my girl is really bright!'
'She is not October's child!' Madame Bernard replied. 'October's children are not intelligent.'

'Pardon? What do you mean by that? October's child? Do Haitian's call all people born in October, dim?'

Monday's Child is fair of face,
Tuesday's Child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe.....

My heckles were up. Sonia probably has Down syndrome. I am determined that she will not be cast under any sterotype.
'No, Susan,' the nurse replied, patiently. 'I meant that babies born in October of last year aren't really doing anything intelligent, yet.'
'Sonia wants to hold her bottle,' Someone said. I nodded, beaming with pride. That's usually the work of a 5 month old, not a 3 month old!
As we talked, I was changing Sonia. Her arms were inside her sleep suit, so that she would not mess with her nasal prongs while I did that. Suddenly, thorough the arms holes, out pop both of Sonia's arms! At what age do babies learn that? We all laughed! Sonia does this consistently. She can also remove mittens that are taped on to her!
'She is October's child' I told the nannies. 'With lots of spirt!' someone added. At the end of this rough day, I am hearing Sonia's monitor alarming, even though it is not, and I know I will be hearing it in my sleep.


I love this little lady, who needs a passport and US medical visa, as a matter of absolute urgency so that she can receive life-saving surgery and medical care that cannot be provided in Haiti.
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In my heart, I feel confident that this will happen 'in time' for Sonia. I have an assurance, as inexplicable as it is absolute, that God has a plan for Sonia, that includes, life, hope and a future. I believe that her 'spirit' is God-breathed and that it will sustain her.
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Update: Dixie posted an update on her page about how Sonia is doing health wise. You can read it at Update on Sonia. I thought I’d take a few minutes and update you on the “hunt for a hospital.” Actually, it’s a hunt for 3 docs and a hospital because we need all three doctors in the same area, a medical facility and a host family.
So what’s the latest? Well, here’s a couple of things that have transpired since Friday in a search for a medical solution for Sonia……
  • A number of the medical facilities that were looking at Sonia’s case are continuing to look into it further. Only one hospital, to the best of my knowledge, so far has actually said, “No, we don’t have it in our budget.”
  • There were at least four more major children’s hospitals that agreed to take a look at Sonia’s records and see if it was a case that they could take today. In addition, another major medical center who we had been talking to last week opened up some significant “doors” toward a review of Sonia’s case.
  • In addition to that, a couple of more opportunities in terms of a private plane presented themselves.
To make it completely clear, we are still working on it, we do not have solid commitments from anyone at this point. We have a lot of interest and I firmly believe that it’s enough interest that God will open the appropriate door at the appropriate time.
So, what do we need you to do?
  • Pray – pray for Sonia’s health, pray for Susan and Dixie and the Haitian nursing staff as they work to keep her healthy enough to travel.
  • Pray for the administrators and doctors at the various hospitals (well over 10 of them are seriously considering the case) that they would be moved to take her case.
  • Pray that the door will open for a private plane to transport Sonia to the states.
  • Pray that all passport and visa issues would be resolved speedily.
If you think that you have personal contacts at a children’s hospital that might be able to help, please get in touch with me at (616) 884-8901 or tom@glahaiti.org before you contact them. In order to increase our chances of getting a hospital to agree to take Sonia, we need to make sure they are not getting “pestered” (and I use that term in a positive sense) from many different angles.

Reprinted with permission

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Super Size Miracles

Why is it time and time again we are reminded of "If God gives you the vision he will provide the vision" and yet we struggle with the reality of ... do we really believe that? Anyone that has been to the mission field can and will have testimony to His provisions of "super size" miracles.

We have seen and have been so blessed every step of the way in our lives. We have been blessed to spend time in the mission field that God had called us to, Haiti. In many cases we have met missionaries that have been well funded, enjoying the perks of having money to ship items in, money to go out to North America for special family affairs and then those that struggle with far less and stay most of the time in country.
We have met under-funded missions, we have met under-funded missionaries and we have met those that have all that they need and more. But so many times we see the vision and provision scenario in relation to serving abroad. What about those that run our local soup kitchens, those that hand out bibles to workers in the sex trade, those that without a doubt feel called to bible college, and those that God has given a burden of addictions and recovery. Why is is that these "mission fields" are always looking for servants and funding? Why is there always a call for those to help with local missions and that the call to serve is so great? When for many people they would say they are not called to international missions, so they feel comfortable not signing up for missions trips, but what about the trip to the church on Saturday or Wednesday for soup kitchen?
One of my favourite spoofs...Lord, please don't send me to Africa. If you have never seen it, You Tube it. Basically it tells of the story of a guy that would rather give, pray, be an usher, even as a last resort, teach Sunday school, than go to Africa. Honestly, for me I am singing Lord please send me to Africa, but that is a different blog post.
I can't seem to understand what is the reason why funding for different projects or mission fields can be so vast. If we consider local missions, many of them are in need of your time, energy and resources.
This weekend our Pastor,  Scott Gaglardi, preached about our burdens and not the daily grind that feels like a burden, but the burdens that God has given you, that you can't escape, the kind that you cannot possibly do on your steam, the burdens that require, planning, prayer, resources, and a big dose of humility, the ones that seem like mountains. WHY... because without these burdens we cannot see our faith in action, we cannot see His control over the physical, when we reach out to Him in the spiritual, and we can't share the story of His glory.

I totally get the entire concept, but today while talking to Kelsey, we were both relenting to the facts of why some days the practical side of going, money, time and commitment seem like it over takes the faith side. Are we willing to sit and do nothing and wait upon the Lord to move in our finances or our time frame, or are we willing to look at how we can make it happen. Which brings me to the second part of that, if we waiting looks like we are doing nothing, are we really stepping out? Is we waiting look like a person that says "yes" when this happens or that happens, then I will be able to ...fill in the blank. It could be go to Africa, it could be go to bible college, it could be serving at soup kitchen , it could be raising funds for programs that work in addiction counselling. Either way you cut it, we live in a world of me, instant gratification and self serving attitudes., not in a world of faith, we are a "sure thing" culture.
This is not about raising money, or asking people to commit to anything, it is about asking are you wondering where the "supersize" miracles are? I am. I pray that there will be a day when mission fields have waiting lists, where ministries that feed the poor, have to rotate volunteers to make room for everyone, and a day when we don't doubt in our heads and follow the faith of our hearts. A day when practical isn't our first response. What is God calling you to....


God's gifts and God's call are under full warranty—never canceled, never rescinded. Romans 11 v 29 The Message.


Ephesians 4:1 As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.
1 Corinthians 1:26 Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth

Ephesians 1:18 I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints,

Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

We are ALL called...pray for the Lord to give you the burden that makes your heart heavy and knees weak! It will start a journey that will bless you more than you can know!






Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Forever in my heart ...Haiti








I have been thinking of the millions of tiny fibers in my body that had been sticking into me since Jan 1st of this year. It just seemed the calendar turned over from December to January and it was all of a sudden, with a heavy heart I retraced my memories of last January.
For many of our Haitian brothers and sisters in Christ there was death, amputations, disease, hunger, no home, no clean water, not a single ray of hope seemed to shine in Haiti. It seemed the world was going to do so much and 2010 proved that things are not always as they seem.
I have felt the terror of aftershocks, felt the electricity in the air when a large truck went by, because it shook or made a rumble. Saw the looks on the faces on the those that endured the night of January 12th. Those intense reactions will take years to subside. On Jan 12, 2010, time stood still and as one that can only imagine that day in the streets and the markets, I was one of many on the other end of a grieving, searching, feeling completely useless and unable to control my flow of emotions. I am sure everyone that has been close to Haiti, through having family there, or lived there at any time, can remember exactly what they were doing at the time they heard the news. I am sure everyone can remember the newscasters and special bulletins, the cries for help, the images and the fear that encompassed their soul when they could not reach their family or friends. It was playing out on large screens all over the world, but for many it was personal.
I was able to speak to a friend at GLA, God’s Littlest Angels almost within hours, and by then the website updated that everyone was okay. I remember staying up all night, in front of the computer praying for news, not eating, not sleeping, and posting on every web forum I could think of. I was trying to hear news of Karly and Carline and our grandson T Mac. It was if my heart was breaking but I couldn’t stop, the pieces from shattering. From my safe warm house in North America, I grappled and prayed for hope. As I saw text messages from every corner of the city, “help me I am trapped, Delmas 32” “anyone their send help, trapped with five others, near Caribbean Market. Some texts in Creole, but some in French and English, I also remember one in Spanish. Some of the trapped people tried every language to find someone that was listening, before their batteries died.  It was surreal I wanted to help them, I put out postings on dozens of other sites, I forwarded their texts to radio stations in Haiti, begging for someone to help these people, but the response was overwhelmingly hampered by the sheer devastation. My own grief of not being able to know if my family was all right had me paralyzed with fear and I honestly felt empty.
I remember going to work the next day because I did not know what else to do. Within a minute of walking into my school, someone asked, “Is everyone you know OK?” The tears flowed, the babbling of all the things I have tried, the sobs, that shook my world, were the only testimony to my anguish and my feeling of helplessness.
I am thankful for the supportive staff at my school and as I stayed the whole day, monies were gathered and websites, checked, telephones constantly on redial to Karly, everyone doing what they could. It was around 8:00 that night when a God moment brought me to a Facebook friend  Kate Michel. She had a phone number of someone I can’t remember who, at the mission where our daughter in law worked and she said from her point in the US she would try that number, to see if they had made it back to the neighborhood of the mission and Carline’s family. Twenty-seven hours after the announcement of the earthquake a message popped up on my Facebook saying they were all safe at the mission! I cried, I yelled and got on the phone to Dan and Gill, our kids, friends, from church and I rejoiced in HIS protection. Then I realized the sheer enormity of the situation and sat and cried some more.
By that time, although the news channels were covering everything, I had many friends in Haiti and was being updated from their eyes. Unbelief, sadness, weeping, over whelmed, chaotic, unable to grasp the bigger picture of all that we were seeing on TV, each of them walking through questions, and answers, helping  and spending every available resource helping others. These friends are heroes and I was so humbled, to know them, but all I could do is gather funds.
On Thursday of that same week we flew to the Dominican and on Sunday as were we in Santo Domingo another earthquake hit Jacmel. The aftershocks, over 54 altogether continued well into the months that followed even when we were back in Haiti in March. It was if the earth was shaking with violent sobs of what had been done. I have seen the hurt, heard the stories, walked through the rubble, handed out supplies and will never forget the opportunity we were given!
God can and will bring healing to the people of Haiti, with all that has happened in the last year, I am humbled at what He has done. The job is not complete though,  Haiti still needs you. If you cannot help by going on a short-term trip, then send funds to the smaller organizations that are on the ground in Haiti. God’s Littlest Angels, working on rebuilding homes for the Haitian people and needing  medical equipment to help save precious babies. http://glahaiti.org/ Life Water working on installing pumps and bringing clean water to communities. http://www.lifewater.ca/
sponsor missionaries, from any organization you chose,  give to Emmaus Biblical Seminary as they work to raise up leaders, willing to be the change in their home communities. http://ebshaiti.blogspot.com/
Whatever your passion I can find someone that is working on rebuilding Haiti. Pray for the Lord’s leading…this is not a quick fix, when the eyes of the world turn away, pray and seek.
Things I am thankful for looking back…
-       Resilience of the people, they had so little and they did what they could to help each other and they helped missionaries in their communities
-       Commitment of the missionaries and aid workers to do what needed to be done
-       The beauty of the call to prayer, that spread through the nation, for the International Day of Prayer
-       INTERNET – without it we would have remained so cut off from everyone
-       Our ongoing connections with those on blogs, that serve in Haiti that keep us up to date…
-       The desire to see change in Haiti and the aid distribution becoming a world issue
-       That today a moment of silence, and a gathering for prayer is the way the Haitian people are choosing to remember.
Please join each of us, with a burden to see Haiti, healing, healthy, and stable, today in prayer and in silence and let them know, the WORLD has not forgotten!


Carline, TMac and Karly


Sunday, January 9, 2011

Love Thy Neighbour

It came to me today as I was trying to study for a final exam, that my I needed to love my neighbours. By the time I was contemplating loving them was about the same time I was contemplating running up the road and screaming. Our neighbours do not live right next door, they actually live about 50 acres away, but some days it is too close.
During the summer the parties are so loud we need to close our windows
They regularly crash vehicles outside our driveway and then walk home, leaving us to call the police to help look for the driver.
They toss beer tins out the window of the vehicle in the dozens per month. (Probably the reason they can't drive down our straight road without hitting a stump? extra income)
Once one of the young men was hitch hiking because he needed a ride to work, he reeked of something more than cigarettes and I needed to air out my vehicle, before allowing my students to get in, but it makes me smile.
Each time I have encountered our neighbours affectionally known as the trailer park boys. (They live in travel trailers in a spare lot on a acreage with other RV's.) They ask how I am doing, and I see them at the bus stop in the morning, at the mailbox and I missed something, the mission field is in our neighbourhood.

I know I need to pray for them but sometimes they are tough to love. When I say it out loud I realize that God is smiling and saying "Yes Colleen, it would be easy to love people who are kind and gentle and giving, but I am asking you to love those that are difficult to love.
Today as I tried to finish the final touches on a exam, I was interrupted with target practice shooting. Now we do live on acreage but please my Sunday afternoon was far from quiet. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

I am so thankful that there is grace because today I failed. I seriously wanted to drive up there and tell them to go and find a gravel pit in the middle of no where but instead I felt convicted. Said husband also reminded me of what Jesus said in Matthew.
Matthew 5 v 46 
If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that?


Great so now I was being compared to the tax collectors. When we are wronged our first reaction is often anger or experience the "get even"mindset. Instead Jesus asked us to do good to those that have wronged us, our desire should not be to keep score, but to love and forgive. Ouch! Only God can give me the strength to love as He does.  Today as the loud bangs rang over and over, I know frustration was the starting point but the ending point was completely different. Lord teach me to love like you! 

I will keep you posted and if you have a spare moment would appreciate your prayers that I will learn to love my neighbours and reach out in a new way. It is not going to be easy! 



Saturday, January 8, 2011

Be the Change


Zero Force be the change enlist your friends now to help eradicate the use of children as soldiers.
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At any given time there are a quarter of a million child soldiers globally experiencing a suffering that most of us cannot even imagine. These children are routinely abducted violently from their families at a tender age, and are subjected to forcible confinement, torture, threats, rape, brainwashing, slavery, starvation, intoxication through drugs and sleep deprivation. They are forced to carry heavy loads, including human bodies, not just weaponry. They are often paired up and killed if their partner escapes.
The use of child soldiers is horrifically true and is taking place now. The status quo is unacceptable and international proposed solutions are failing. For this global tragedy to see an end, it is going to take a global movement. A global force led by youth that is strong, organized and committed to sustained change.
I have been leading this fight for over five years, without a force behind me. I’ve come to realize that this is not something anyone can accomplish alone. It is only some we can but an end to together
We can realize a world without child soldiers and
it begins with you.

reprinted from the Zero Force website!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Show us your way...and allow our humanness to sort it all out.

Looking back at 2010 I am saddened, humbled, excited, hopeful and counting my blessings. From holidays with family, the earthquake and sadness that encompasses Haiti, dreams for the future, this last year has had its ups and downs. Although it was over days ago, I for one have not had the thoughts of any memories until now. On the 26th of December I came down with a nasty cold. It flooded my senses with thoughts of me, it flooded my emotions with woe is me, it flooded my body with cold medication. You see I don't think I really took an inventory of  what "me" had in my memory back for 2010 until today. I remember last week being holed up on the couch while Jussi channel surfed the best and worst news stories, the best music, movies and songs, but I was not really there.  New Years eve I was in bed by 830 and unless you count the fact that I knew it was New years somewhere and they had celebrated I felt a-ok to go to bed. The last few days I have worked on trying to feel better but the cold has me in its grip. Appreciate any prayers for healing so I can get back to work, but that is not what this post is about.
It is about seeing beyond me and following God's plan for me (or us) for 2011.

Could I sit before the Lord today and say I had used every opportunity He had put before me. Sadly the answer is no.

This week at our church is the week of prayer and fasting and I am feeling so bad about missing all the corporate opportunities for prayer. But after arguing with said husband about staying home and resting and not being around others I relented and even took Buckleys. (But that is another blog post..on my goodness it is awful)

What is God calling me to do? Why do I feel that I am doing Him lip service to say I will go, I would do anything. Would I sell my house? Would I quit my job and go again? YES, I would, but why does it feel like I am only saying that? Where is practical in the bible? Where is the feasible, efficient pragmatic studies? I am a planner. Was their faith so big, they just set out? (I suppose if Jesus knocked on my door today I would not be going to work tomorrow, I would not let him out of my sight.) Where is the piece of paper we have so often had in front of us, with pros and cons labelled and a hasty drawn line down the middle? Why did we ever leave Haiti? Our hearts never have been so fulfilled in personal ways this last year in Haiti. Why can't we stay, why can't we commit? The reason was clear, we did live in two countries. We had a house and a mortgage and jobs, and if we really wanted to make that commitment we needed to be ready to have nothing. Wow, could I do just that, would that be smart? When Jesus called to Peter and the others to follow Him, He didn't say go home, get your affairs in order, plan to be away about a year, get medical insurance, find renters for your homes, pack copious amounts of supplies and bundle everything in prayer. No, In John 21 verse 17 - 19,

Jesus asks Peter “Do you love me?” ... “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my sheep. ....then he said to him, “Follow me!” NIV

The part that gets me is there is no discussion, no bartering, no deal. Just if you love me, then feed my sheep, be a shepherd of people, and follow me.
I do love you Lord, I do,  but why does it seem that the practical parts of life on the mission field all seem too big. The other night we watched a documentary on Darfur. Africa has always been close to our hearts and specifically the plight of child soldiers. If it was our call to be in Africa, then why were we planning 2011 with work and farm decisions. Why, was our biggest burden that others did not get it. There are children all over the world and people living in poverty. Did poverty have a face to others? Did others know that children were being used in war, because they were cheap to feed, easily brain washed and expendable? Because of the sheer numbers of orphaned children, armies are using child soldiers as their weapon of choice. So many why's and so many unanswered questions. Please get educated about the issues surrounding children in our world.

In 2010 we had the privilege of being in Haiti working with God's Littlest Angels. We knew God had called us, we knew although many things happened prior to us going that we should have stopped our plans, ultimately we knew that He was calling us to serve with GLA. With heavy hearts at times, we said God use us, and may we be humble obedient servants, dependent on you. Show us your plan. He did as he always does. In that time God showed us grace, love, patience, mercy, forgiveness,  and most importantly the abundance of His blessings being showered on us daily.

So as we prayed for God to bring us back to Haiti, take us to Africa, but 2010 ended with us sound asleep in our home in Canada. It brings me to one thought: Does one's commitment to Jesus need to be renewed as we learn more of His call? What does that look like? As 2011 starts out I pray that we (Jussi and I) learn more of what He has for us and less of what we have for us.
From Albert Einstein
"I want to know God's thoughts; the rest are details."

Thanks GLA and our Haitian family and friends, "M'ap sonje ou"