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Fear and Trembling

Fear and Trembling.

I sense a lot of those emotions lately.  We are trying to purchase a home for the ministry to women who have been trafficked.  But that means stepping out in faith...and buying a building.  We've found the building, and it is a stretch to buy it.  Even with the money that was designated, we are going to be short.


I am a saver, not a spender.  I hate spending money unless I always have some in reserve.  I like to know that I have a buffer.

But we just can't wait.  Some ministries need to be pushed into, even though it is hard work.  Yet there are so many hurting women in this country, and sometimes the need is too great to wait. 

We've been waiting...and looking...and finally found something. 

What do we do?  Wait and raise the money, then miss the opportunity?  Buy and then pray?  AARGHH!  Property prices just keep escalating and growing, and real estate isn't getting any cheaper.

So we would appreciate your prayers.  We are stepping out of the boat, and that step is our act of faith.  We aren't going to look back, because we know we've heard God's voice.  Pray for the process, the paperwork, the rest of the money, and our faith.  Walking on water has never been easy.

Overwhelming Need

What of the greatest challenges I occasionally face is the sense of overwhelming needs. When I hear about the overwhelming problem of trafficking, see the children that are hungry and cold, or encounter men and women with out hope, I wonder "WHAT CAN WE DO?"

The need seems so great, so immense, and at times, unreachable.

I know the old starfish story, one starfish at a time. And that is what we are focusing on doing.

We are trying to get enough together to purchase this home for trafficked women. We will be starting a ministry that helps restore women who have been trafficked, giving them time and resources to restart their lives.

We are going to be working at church planting, because we need to get churches to the hundreds of villages that have NOTHING.

We are working with compassion ministries, children's feeding programs, Teen Challenge. The need seems so great, but one step at a time.

MKs (part 2)

Though I often talk about my kids, and the influence missions and Moldova has had on my children, the reality is that they are simple typical MKs.  Living between worlds, never totally fitting into either Moldova or America, has created an interesting hybrid.  While in Moldova, they are always foreigners.  When we are in America, the culture of the US seems strange.

I sincerely pray for the wisdom to parent them through their unique challenges.  Every kid has struggles and battles.  It is just the, for the MK, these challenges are a little different that the average American kid.  They miss some challenges and face others.
My biggest prayer deals with relationships, and their ability to keep and build lasting relationships.  Oftentimes, MKs struggle with deep, long-lasting relationships because they are always saying good-bye.  I pray for close friends for our kids (Elissa and Lauren have other MKs here that are close, but Natalie still doesn't).  I pray that God will bring someone alongside each of the girls, a friend in which they can really be close to.

They are just normal kids.  And we are just normal parents...praying for wisdom.

Third Culture Kids

Our kids are so different than most western kids.  Yes, there are loads of sacrifices they have made.  There are many things they never get to experience.  But some of these positives outweigh all the negatives.
They are so sensitive to the needs of others, to poverty issues, and toward materialism.  They are enriched by having two or three languages and by visiting places most people only dream about.  They get to play with kids that are so thankful for the one cheap doll they own.  They get to go to church with believers that would give you the shirt off their back, even though they probably own only two.  They get to go to the ballet for two dollars, take violin lessons for a couple dollars per hour, and eat fresh, warm watermelon straight from the garden while we picnic with friends.

My kids are different, and I love it.