Monday, November 30, 2009
Let us all remember our place.
Words from Katie:
"A week ago today, I turned twenty one. I sat in awe as I celebrated with 14 beautiful girls who call me Mommy. (Ok one actually calls me "Maamaaaamammaaa") I wondered why God chose me, little ole twenty one year old me, to be entrusted with so much. There is nothing greater than the responsibility of raising a child to love Jesus. Except maybe raising 14. Words are escaping me. Two years ago today, two we moved into this home. In the last years I have learned more about Jesus, about myself, and about life than I ever could have imagined. I am so thankful. So, so very thankful for the life you have given me Jesus, for entrusting me with so much when I deserve so little...Last Thursday as I was meeting with some women in the village of Masese, one of them got a call from her brother that there was a child dying near the local steel mill and did she know anyone who could help... So it was off to the steel mill where I met the sickest little boy I have ever seen (I know, I know, I say that every time, but I am serious.... God just gears me up for it a little at a time...) David looked merely dead, breathing shallowly as I took his naked, 15 pound, 4 year old body into my lap. His mom was "scrapping", or digging around the steel mill for nickel-sized pieces of scrap metal that she may be able to sell for 2 cents. As we waited for her to come back, I felt sure that this child was going to breathe his last at any moment. When she got back to their closet-sized home, she explained that her husband had left her for another woman last year when she miscarried (often viewed as a curse in rural villages). Since he has been the only one providing an income for her, David and her other 3 children, and since she had never been to school, she began the practice of picking scrap metal. In just 30 minutes in her yard, WITH shoes on, I cut my feet twice... It broke my hear to think of all the physical pain she was having to endure every day as she cut her hands and feet trying to find this metal that may sell for enough to buy them a small sack of corn flour. She cried as she explained that they had not eaten in three days because no one had wanted to buy her metal. I felt certain that David would not make it through the night, and I am guessing I do not have to tell you what happened next. I scooped him up, put him in the car and took him home where my sweet, loving girls welcomed him with open arms, and we gave him all the ORS and Pediasure he wanted :)The next day at the hospital, we found that David had sickle cell anemia, which was worsened severely by his chronic malnourishment. While they gave him his blood transfusion, I was very thankful for a doctor that, though he may not know it all, knew more than me. I watched David like a hawk all weekend, making sure he had lots to eat and drink and all his medicines and vitamins at the right time, but he continued to weaken after the initial improvement following his transfusion. He cried all the time as it hurt his little body to sit, to stand, to lay... just to be. He finally gained the strength to stand, but shook the whole time. This morning, when his feet began to swell, I took him to the hospital where I asked that he be admitted. Though they won't do anything different, I imagine, I want his mom to be able to sleep with him and I will feel better with someone who knows more than me about sickle cell supervising. Please pray for sweet David tonight...At the same time all this was going on, three of my children have had very high fever's and Patricia has had severe pneumonia (they are all doing so much better now, thank you Jesus.) Sleep was infrequent for this Momma and I had a lot of time to just ponder the fragility of life".......................
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He was born in an African village some 60 miles from the nearest town.
you can't tell us apart.
Celebrating the week the Lord brought Joseph Turner
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
teach them that work is a way of life
If they are constantly trying to get out of work
they will never, ever be happy because their selfishness
will win out and they will become lazy bums who expect the world
to do it for them.
He just did it and did it well, I might add.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
- Last year I was pregnant with William.This year I have two beautiful daughters.The year has been difficult. I have faced many trials emotionallyand spiritually, but He drew me in.He kept me from being overwhelmedin the midst of the largest storm of my life.He breathed for me on the nightwe lost William and He whispered "I'm here" all along the way.He knew that two little girls wouldneed my love and our home.I didn'tHe knew all along.As I talked with a dear friend who has a broken heartI told her that He knows.
Trust HimBelieve in Him more when your faith is less.
Whisper His promisesSing His songsWrite a Thankful listandBe ThankfulI know that sounds easy enoughbut in the storm it's hard to bethankful for rain when you feel like your drowning in it.Trials will come to all of God's childrenIt's not because you didn't "pray enough" or "trust enough".So many people have the attitude that God lovesthem more because He blesses them with more children or more moneyand that is simply not the truth.I remember not long after William diedI heard someone say to someone else "God must really love you becauseit's so easy for you to get pregnant, He blesses you with children so you must be blessed."I cried because I thought " God loves me! How can they say that?"Does He love you more and me less because William died or because I can't get pregnant?of course notThere are Christians that pray so hard for a babyand yet God says no because He can be glorified more by not giving them a baby.We have to be so careful in our speech because just because God gives you children or money orgreat health it's because of His providence for you right now.Give Him glory not yourself.William died not because God was trying to teach me a lessonor because He loved someone more and didn't want to put them through the pain.it was because He could be Glorified More
through William's death.In His Providence he allowed the girls tobe apart of our family, not because He loved us more butbecause He would be Glorified more with them here.Some of us may haveprodigals ,cancera husband who just doesn't get it, no money no friends a broken heart. A hard life
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The girls journey
into our life has brought back the sweetness of new love and new beginnings.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Her shoes are just a reflection of who she is.
Carefree yet comfortable.
She works hard.
When she gets tired she gets silly, almost to the point of being hilarious.
She loves to window shop and dream about her future house.
Her forgiving spirit inspires me to forgive.
Her helpful attitude makes me want to help.
Her love for her daddy
makes me love her daddy more.
My Sweet Taylor
I'm thankful for you!
Thanks to Taylor for posing in her new shoes...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
I felt very safe that evening as I had the bat and spider-man and a four wheeler guy escorting me. Thanks guys!