Since the beginning of the year, I have been learning to crochet. I generally do not have time to do much for myself, so getting to do this is exciting, especially since Rich also watches the kids while I get to go learn.
When I first went, my crochet teacher, who is a pastor's wife, tried to talk to me as I worked. However, that did not last long because I had to pay too much attention to the work but wanted to chat. So in time they began chatting in their own mother tongue as long as it was just family. If neighbor's came by they often spoke in the language I speak, so I would have to look up from my work. Sometimes another neighbor would come by speaking the language we had learned before, which requires even more effort on my part now, which meant I just had to sit the work down. Once done with our lesson, my teacher initiated that we would pray together for one another's family and ministry. She prayed in the national language and I prayed in the local language we speak now. After a few weeks of really concentrating and not much chatting, I finally have the hang of it. Maybe one day before too long I will be able to do it and chat at the same time. So my crochet lesson involves no less than three language and usually ends up being four.
The languages thing is pretty common when visiting in homes around here. I have recently been visiting with a lady who in enjoying reading the Word. She is technically old enough to be my mother, since she has children my age, but she is not much older than my sister. A few weeks ago she was looking for her resume. Her contract with the school at which she had been teaching had ended in December. She had searched though a ton of papers before I got there but could only find her son's resume, which could be used as a template, but she really wanted to find hers. She did eventually find it. One of the headings on every resume here is languages. Both she and her son had five languages listed.
How is it that we as Americans are so proud of ourselves when we speak just one language outside of English? How is it that these people who speak so many languages can see themselves as lacking intellect just because they do not have as many degrees as we do?
O, in the title, I mentioned a first for me. When I went to my crochet lesson yesterday, my teacher's husband told me to go on in the house, because my teacher was getting dressed. I went inside and placed a bag of clothes for their son who is a little younger than William and their daughter who is seven months younger than Lydia-Ann. My teacher, and friend, got distracted from her dressing by the clothes. She was only half-dressed but was so excited that she hugged me. I am not sure what shocked me more, being hugged by a half-dressed woman or the level of gratitude which she showed. I pray that I will always remember how truly blessed I, and my children, have been by all that we have been given.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wow, is it 2012 already??
I cannot believe how fast time flies sometimes. 3 years ago this month we were attending a meeting in Virginia to look at our prospects of returning overseas. We met some wonderful people, who we are still very close to, in hearts if not in miles. The Father had done so much just to get us to that point, and He has continued to do still more.
At that time, He had worked through others to get us from college loans that could have purchased a small house to a debt equal to that of a small car. Over the course of the next few months, we would continue to pay down on it, to the point that we are completely debt free now with a nice sized savings in case emergencies happen. What a wonderful feeling it was then but even better now.
Rich had needed to get some more schooling for us to qualify to return, which he did, so that we would be considered associates. Since we arrived here, we have been changed to permanent status but Rich is still looking forward to finishing his masters, though there may be some changes to expedite that, which would be great.
We met some friends that week who scattered to the world in the months to follow. Some have returned to the states for medical reasons, and some have found the Father using them in ways they did not expect to reach the nations. Some have added to their family by births or by creating new families through marriage.
Some specific highlights of that week were playing Phase 10 with our new friends while I was wearing leopard print pajamas and fuschia high heels (I had forgotten my slippers).
Kneeling in a group in prayer with a beloved brother who feared that saying goodbye to his father would be the last time to see him alive, which wound up being the case a year later. Rich who had known that feeling and the flight back was able to encourage this friend as he prepared for that.
Breathing a sigh of relief that we knew where we were called to go while others had no idea in the world where the Father was calling them.
Rejoicing in the fact that we were able to see some friends that we had not seen in a while and the Father only knows when we will see them again.
Breathing a sigh of relief as we were given the affirmative that we would indeed get recommended to return overseas, after being in the states for over two years. (Of course that did not compare to the call we got two months later making it official as we were on our way to Disney World.)
Sometimes it feels like no time and sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. Wow a lot can happen in three years! Thinking of my precious friends around the world.
At that time, He had worked through others to get us from college loans that could have purchased a small house to a debt equal to that of a small car. Over the course of the next few months, we would continue to pay down on it, to the point that we are completely debt free now with a nice sized savings in case emergencies happen. What a wonderful feeling it was then but even better now.
Rich had needed to get some more schooling for us to qualify to return, which he did, so that we would be considered associates. Since we arrived here, we have been changed to permanent status but Rich is still looking forward to finishing his masters, though there may be some changes to expedite that, which would be great.
We met some friends that week who scattered to the world in the months to follow. Some have returned to the states for medical reasons, and some have found the Father using them in ways they did not expect to reach the nations. Some have added to their family by births or by creating new families through marriage.
Some specific highlights of that week were playing Phase 10 with our new friends while I was wearing leopard print pajamas and fuschia high heels (I had forgotten my slippers).
Kneeling in a group in prayer with a beloved brother who feared that saying goodbye to his father would be the last time to see him alive, which wound up being the case a year later. Rich who had known that feeling and the flight back was able to encourage this friend as he prepared for that.
Breathing a sigh of relief that we knew where we were called to go while others had no idea in the world where the Father was calling them.
Rejoicing in the fact that we were able to see some friends that we had not seen in a while and the Father only knows when we will see them again.
Breathing a sigh of relief as we were given the affirmative that we would indeed get recommended to return overseas, after being in the states for over two years. (Of course that did not compare to the call we got two months later making it official as we were on our way to Disney World.)
Sometimes it feels like no time and sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. Wow a lot can happen in three years! Thinking of my precious friends around the world.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Problems with Neighbors part 2
I am overdue on writing this post, but I thought it was worth sharing. Back in November, we had a lot of things on the to do list the weekend after Thanksgiving. We traditionally decorate the house for Christmas that Saturday and Rich was just getting back from a conference and trip to the capital, in addition to a last minute trip to our town by a pastor from a neighboring country. As if all that were not enough, we had our regular time of letting the kids go out to play with the neighborhood children and the ensuing refereeing of arguments, etc., with other children.
Some children had been playing in front of the house and had come into the courtyard to get a drink of water. That was not a problem until our children had gone back out side but the neighbor kids were still in the courtyard. I stepped outside our door to ask them politely to go outside the gate. Most were understanding but one decided to be sassy/ cheeky towards me. He went a step too far. I tried to talk with him and he ran away. I foolishly tried to catch him, since I was wearing a long snug skirt, so it was no surprise when I tripped and fell scraping my elbow. It was also foolish to try to chase a boy whose parents I knew. It was my foolish thinking to try to catch him, but his foolishness to be rude to someone who knows his parents. I dusted myself off and went directly to visit his parents.
I hated to wake his mother who was sleeping because she was sick. I asked to speak to his father, and one of the older children went to get him. He entered the living room and woke his wife. I told them what he had done. I told them that I would want to know if my child had done something like that, so I felt sure they would want to know as well. I know they try to be good parents and would not want their child behaving that way. They apologized. Then the father began going on about how much television the children watch and what type of shows they should not be allowed to watch. I was not going to speak on that but rather let them make their own minds up about that. I left their house with the air being clear and our relationship as neighbors in tact. I guess television is an issue no matter which side of the ocean one lives on.
As a side note, the mother sent over a bunch of grapefruits a few days later. Good neighbors!
Some children had been playing in front of the house and had come into the courtyard to get a drink of water. That was not a problem until our children had gone back out side but the neighbor kids were still in the courtyard. I stepped outside our door to ask them politely to go outside the gate. Most were understanding but one decided to be sassy/ cheeky towards me. He went a step too far. I tried to talk with him and he ran away. I foolishly tried to catch him, since I was wearing a long snug skirt, so it was no surprise when I tripped and fell scraping my elbow. It was also foolish to try to chase a boy whose parents I knew. It was my foolish thinking to try to catch him, but his foolishness to be rude to someone who knows his parents. I dusted myself off and went directly to visit his parents.
I hated to wake his mother who was sleeping because she was sick. I asked to speak to his father, and one of the older children went to get him. He entered the living room and woke his wife. I told them what he had done. I told them that I would want to know if my child had done something like that, so I felt sure they would want to know as well. I know they try to be good parents and would not want their child behaving that way. They apologized. Then the father began going on about how much television the children watch and what type of shows they should not be allowed to watch. I was not going to speak on that but rather let them make their own minds up about that. I left their house with the air being clear and our relationship as neighbors in tact. I guess television is an issue no matter which side of the ocean one lives on.
As a side note, the mother sent over a bunch of grapefruits a few days later. Good neighbors!
Giving to the Poor at Christmas
Last week, I had decided to deliver some food staples to a few people as preparation for giving to others in celebration of the gift of God in the giving of His Son Jesus. Actually I had decided a few months ago that I was wanting to give to a couple of ladies in particular. Unfortunately, whenever it worked out that I was going to do it, it was very close to one of the local holidays and I did not want there to be any confusion about why I was giving the items. I did not want to be thought of as anything other than a follower of Jesus nor that my gift was a sacrifice to gain bonus points with God. In addition, most of the people around us would be considered poor by American standards and giving to anyone at those holidays opens a can of worms for others that are in need. It was just easier to say that we were not giving at all at those holidays because we are not of that religion.
Last Friday I finally delivered on something God had laid upon my heart to do. The first house was a widow whose husband died just a few months ago and she is still in her time of mourning, meaning she does not leave the house. I took some rice and a few others items that are basics for cooking along with a package of cookies for the children. The kids were excited and I got to pray with the widow. I shared with her why we celebrate Christmas, the birth of the promised Savior, and that Jesus had also taught us to give to others as well. They were very appreciative and kind. The widow was fasting that day but was going to go out later to get food, but now she did not have to go searching for food. God provides just in time.
The other stop was made that afternoon. It had been a while since I had been to the house, so I thought I was lost when a house was being built in the way of the route I had gone before. I did not recognize the way, but eventually just kept driving from what I remembered and found the house. I was trying to be inconspicuous but that is impossible for a white person to do around here, especially one caring a rather heavy bag of rice, etc. This house was the residence of my lettuce lady from the market whose husband had died about the end of February. I gave them the items for which they too were grateful. I met some other members of the family, including the widow's mother who is paralyzed from the waist down, as best I can understand it. I shared with them like I did at the other house, about the real meaning of Christmas and how we are taught to care for others as well. A male family member was there visiting who interjected that Jesus had no father, a comment which took me a bit off guard. The comment is not uncommon in this setting, but I was just not anticipating it right then. So as to expound though on what he had said, I turned to the story of the angel's appearing to Mary. It would both explain that he had no earthly biological father and thus the reason that Jesus is called the Son of God. I ended my time with them by praying for the elderly mother's health and the children's school as well as peace for the family. Before I left, they gave me some lettuce and tomatoes to bring home.
How strange it feels sometimes to be given when one goes to give. I was giving out of my abundance, while they were giving out of their poverty. Of course that brings to mind how much God has given to me, and how little I have to give back to Him. Oh that I would be as grateful as that family and as ready to give back to Him as they were to give to me.
Last Friday I finally delivered on something God had laid upon my heart to do. The first house was a widow whose husband died just a few months ago and she is still in her time of mourning, meaning she does not leave the house. I took some rice and a few others items that are basics for cooking along with a package of cookies for the children. The kids were excited and I got to pray with the widow. I shared with her why we celebrate Christmas, the birth of the promised Savior, and that Jesus had also taught us to give to others as well. They were very appreciative and kind. The widow was fasting that day but was going to go out later to get food, but now she did not have to go searching for food. God provides just in time.
The other stop was made that afternoon. It had been a while since I had been to the house, so I thought I was lost when a house was being built in the way of the route I had gone before. I did not recognize the way, but eventually just kept driving from what I remembered and found the house. I was trying to be inconspicuous but that is impossible for a white person to do around here, especially one caring a rather heavy bag of rice, etc. This house was the residence of my lettuce lady from the market whose husband had died about the end of February. I gave them the items for which they too were grateful. I met some other members of the family, including the widow's mother who is paralyzed from the waist down, as best I can understand it. I shared with them like I did at the other house, about the real meaning of Christmas and how we are taught to care for others as well. A male family member was there visiting who interjected that Jesus had no father, a comment which took me a bit off guard. The comment is not uncommon in this setting, but I was just not anticipating it right then. So as to expound though on what he had said, I turned to the story of the angel's appearing to Mary. It would both explain that he had no earthly biological father and thus the reason that Jesus is called the Son of God. I ended my time with them by praying for the elderly mother's health and the children's school as well as peace for the family. Before I left, they gave me some lettuce and tomatoes to bring home.
How strange it feels sometimes to be given when one goes to give. I was giving out of my abundance, while they were giving out of their poverty. Of course that brings to mind how much God has given to me, and how little I have to give back to Him. Oh that I would be as grateful as that family and as ready to give back to Him as they were to give to me.
Monday, October 3, 2011
World Hunger Day!
Sunday, October 9, 2011 is World Hunger Day. It may seem a little overwhelming to think about that concept and how much hunger is actually in the world. Let me share a story with you that might bring the idea a little closer to home.
Back in April a nearby village had a fire. It destroyed many homes and a large chunk of their stored food. It was not yet time for planting and the rains were still at least a month away, so a long time remained before the harvest would be ready. Some of our team went to survey the damage and see what could possibly be done to help. The government had done the same thing and brought staples out quickly but then left and seemingly forgot about the people. Our team continued to visit and check on them. After close evaluation, petition was made to the World Hunger Relief to help this village. Funds were provided. Rice and grain were purchased and delivered. A door was open!
A team member shared the Good News. Some were not interested, but others were. Tapes were handed out. Team members continued to go out to check on the village.
Somewhere along the way a tape got into the hands of others from another village. They came to our town seeking out someone to come tell them the Good News as well.
A few team members went out to share more at each of these two villages. As they shared at the second village, a visitor from yet another village heard and wanted someone to come to tell their village these stories as well.
Now these team members are going out to story in three villages over the course of two days every week. These people may not have heard had it not been for a fire and World Hunger Relief.
The sad news is that the World Hunger Relief Fund is very low. It may only be able to operate another couple of months, unless something drastically changes. Giving to this fund has not been able to keep up with droughts, famines, hurricanes, tsunamis, and the like.
Please consider how you can be a part of bringing the Good News to hurting people.
Back in April a nearby village had a fire. It destroyed many homes and a large chunk of their stored food. It was not yet time for planting and the rains were still at least a month away, so a long time remained before the harvest would be ready. Some of our team went to survey the damage and see what could possibly be done to help. The government had done the same thing and brought staples out quickly but then left and seemingly forgot about the people. Our team continued to visit and check on them. After close evaluation, petition was made to the World Hunger Relief to help this village. Funds were provided. Rice and grain were purchased and delivered. A door was open!
A team member shared the Good News. Some were not interested, but others were. Tapes were handed out. Team members continued to go out to check on the village.
Somewhere along the way a tape got into the hands of others from another village. They came to our town seeking out someone to come tell them the Good News as well.
A few team members went out to share more at each of these two villages. As they shared at the second village, a visitor from yet another village heard and wanted someone to come to tell their village these stories as well.
Now these team members are going out to story in three villages over the course of two days every week. These people may not have heard had it not been for a fire and World Hunger Relief.
The sad news is that the World Hunger Relief Fund is very low. It may only be able to operate another couple of months, unless something drastically changes. Giving to this fund has not been able to keep up with droughts, famines, hurricanes, tsunamis, and the like.
Please consider how you can be a part of bringing the Good News to hurting people.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
This is too much!!
Recently, I came to the point of saying, "This is too much!!" I didn't just say it once, but actually came to that point at least 3 different times in one month.
I am a people-pleaser by nature. I struggle terribly if I know someone is upset about something. I think of every reason in the world why someone may be upset. I have been freed from this by the love of the Father and freed to please just Him, but it does not mean that it does not still run through my mind. The longer it goes unresolved, the worse it is.
Working with other people and personalities can be difficult. Trying to communicate is a challenge because you have stuff going on in the speaker, stuff in the hearer, and stuff going on around that clouds things. I had done something that had offended a team mate. Due to various circumstances, we were not able to resolve things for a time, waiting for us to be in the same place to talk. In the end I had offended in spite of trying to not offend in a different way. I love the foot-in-mouth taste!
Then I had to sit down with a local sister. Over the course of the last year, I had made a number of cultural mistakes that had offended her and others. I have no idea how many others I had offended because I was culturally unaware. It is a reminder that it is not enough to learn another language. Language is the least of our differences. It hurt my heart to know that I had offended her and that she had been bearing all of this so long.
As if all that had not been enough, I had spent so much time getting ready for and starting home school that I admittedly gave scraps to my husband. When we did spend time together, I was so tired and grumpy that I was not pleasant to be around. I had a terrible case of cabin fever as well from focusing on it so much as well. As a result our marriage relationship was strained, though I was trying my best with what I had left over. But that was just it, leftovers.
In just about every relationship possible, I had come to the point of it just being too much. In every instance, too, it was almost completely me. I needed to get out of my tunnel vision. I needed to set my sights on the One above all of those little things. "Be Thou My Vision" When I am worried about my stuff, I inevitably fall. When I focus too much on others and worry about saying or doing every little thing just right, I fail. When my eyes are set on Him, my paths are made smooth. Help me, Father, to seek You and Your Kingdom first.
I am a people-pleaser by nature. I struggle terribly if I know someone is upset about something. I think of every reason in the world why someone may be upset. I have been freed from this by the love of the Father and freed to please just Him, but it does not mean that it does not still run through my mind. The longer it goes unresolved, the worse it is.
Working with other people and personalities can be difficult. Trying to communicate is a challenge because you have stuff going on in the speaker, stuff in the hearer, and stuff going on around that clouds things. I had done something that had offended a team mate. Due to various circumstances, we were not able to resolve things for a time, waiting for us to be in the same place to talk. In the end I had offended in spite of trying to not offend in a different way. I love the foot-in-mouth taste!
Then I had to sit down with a local sister. Over the course of the last year, I had made a number of cultural mistakes that had offended her and others. I have no idea how many others I had offended because I was culturally unaware. It is a reminder that it is not enough to learn another language. Language is the least of our differences. It hurt my heart to know that I had offended her and that she had been bearing all of this so long.
As if all that had not been enough, I had spent so much time getting ready for and starting home school that I admittedly gave scraps to my husband. When we did spend time together, I was so tired and grumpy that I was not pleasant to be around. I had a terrible case of cabin fever as well from focusing on it so much as well. As a result our marriage relationship was strained, though I was trying my best with what I had left over. But that was just it, leftovers.
In just about every relationship possible, I had come to the point of it just being too much. In every instance, too, it was almost completely me. I needed to get out of my tunnel vision. I needed to set my sights on the One above all of those little things. "Be Thou My Vision" When I am worried about my stuff, I inevitably fall. When I focus too much on others and worry about saying or doing every little thing just right, I fail. When my eyes are set on Him, my paths are made smooth. Help me, Father, to seek You and Your Kingdom first.
We have abandoned....
This is the follow up to "This is why we are here" and "Some who have never heard have now heard."
I had gone with a local sister on a Thursday in May and answered a lot of questions for a gentleman. Then we went back as a family to share with the entire village the following Tuesday in June. The response had been, "Thanks but no thanks. Don't call us; we'll call you." So we waited. We waited for four weeks. Then out of a need to just check on them, we called on a Tuesday.
The response was "I am so glad you called. I wanted to call but had no phone credit. Please come back and share more."
So we went back on the first Saturday in July. We were running a little later than we had planned and saw storm clouds as we approached the village. We were afraid we would have to excuse ourselves after just arriving if the rain actually began to fall. Before we could say anything, the people gathered were quick to tell us we would have to leave if the rain came. The only good road to get there would be covered over if too much rain came. They asked us to please get started quickly before the rains did. We got through the story and covered a comprehension question or two. The rain began. They thanked us and told us we needed to leave. As we left a little boy "greeted" our truck by running into it while running. Thankfully God kept the little boy from getting seriously injured.
We returned the next week. We planned to review the story from the previous week and were ready with a new one as well. Those gathered listened politely enough but still seemed distracted. They asked if we had any tapes or books in their language. We had a few. We gave them what we had. Then they asked about us having people from other villages come to meet with them, but it would mean changing the time we were going out there normally. That was no problem for us. However there was a problem. They were wanting to invite the people to come mid-morning. But then the group that was meeting would be expected to provide lunch for the guests. The house we have been meeting at though is headed by a widow and her son who is a youth. The men most faithful to meeting do not have the means to provide food for so many people, especially at this time of the year. (Last year's crops have run out and this year's have not yet come.) They were asking for us to provide the food. It would take too much space in this already long blog to explain, but the short version is that we were uncomfortable providing for everyone. We would provide for ourselves and a little more. We suggested that maybe everyone that came could bring a little to be cooked together there. We promised to pray about it and get back with them later in the week.
We called them to say that we could not help at this point but that we would be there on Saturday to talk with them. Once again we went prepared to review the stories of the previous weeks. Before we could even begin, the men that gathered obviously had something on their minds.
They asked us the same question they had asked us every other time. We thought we had answered the question but obviously not if they were asking it again. "How do we enter The Road?" We talked about believing and praying and having faith. We thought they were asking for the 5 things they had to do, as they were used to doing. We said they had to choose to follow just one way because you have two feet but can only be on one road. They agreed. We told them there was not a quick list to check off. Rich drew two parallel lines in the sand to show the idea of them not being the same and choosing. One of the men, politely, changed Rich's picture to perpendicular lines. He then wiped away the other one saying, "We have abandoned the other way. We are on this road."
So the question actually was not about entering but rather how or what it means to be on it. We answered a lot of questions and read a lot from The Book about what it means to be Family. They have already been out sharing but were having problems with taking care of their fields as well. We explained that they could share the load of sharing at other villages. If each agreed to go to a different village, none would have to leave their fields for more than an afternoon or so. They agreed that this was doable.
The rains have now come and the road to get to this village is barely above water, at our last visit. In addition, when it isn't raining they are needing to be at their field. Please lift up these men to be bold in the time until we can get out to them again. Lift up the literal and spiritual fields to be abundant in harvest. Also lift these men up that they may not be swayed nor distracted from the Truth.
I had gone with a local sister on a Thursday in May and answered a lot of questions for a gentleman. Then we went back as a family to share with the entire village the following Tuesday in June. The response had been, "Thanks but no thanks. Don't call us; we'll call you." So we waited. We waited for four weeks. Then out of a need to just check on them, we called on a Tuesday.
The response was "I am so glad you called. I wanted to call but had no phone credit. Please come back and share more."
So we went back on the first Saturday in July. We were running a little later than we had planned and saw storm clouds as we approached the village. We were afraid we would have to excuse ourselves after just arriving if the rain actually began to fall. Before we could say anything, the people gathered were quick to tell us we would have to leave if the rain came. The only good road to get there would be covered over if too much rain came. They asked us to please get started quickly before the rains did. We got through the story and covered a comprehension question or two. The rain began. They thanked us and told us we needed to leave. As we left a little boy "greeted" our truck by running into it while running. Thankfully God kept the little boy from getting seriously injured.
We returned the next week. We planned to review the story from the previous week and were ready with a new one as well. Those gathered listened politely enough but still seemed distracted. They asked if we had any tapes or books in their language. We had a few. We gave them what we had. Then they asked about us having people from other villages come to meet with them, but it would mean changing the time we were going out there normally. That was no problem for us. However there was a problem. They were wanting to invite the people to come mid-morning. But then the group that was meeting would be expected to provide lunch for the guests. The house we have been meeting at though is headed by a widow and her son who is a youth. The men most faithful to meeting do not have the means to provide food for so many people, especially at this time of the year. (Last year's crops have run out and this year's have not yet come.) They were asking for us to provide the food. It would take too much space in this already long blog to explain, but the short version is that we were uncomfortable providing for everyone. We would provide for ourselves and a little more. We suggested that maybe everyone that came could bring a little to be cooked together there. We promised to pray about it and get back with them later in the week.
We called them to say that we could not help at this point but that we would be there on Saturday to talk with them. Once again we went prepared to review the stories of the previous weeks. Before we could even begin, the men that gathered obviously had something on their minds.
They asked us the same question they had asked us every other time. We thought we had answered the question but obviously not if they were asking it again. "How do we enter The Road?" We talked about believing and praying and having faith. We thought they were asking for the 5 things they had to do, as they were used to doing. We said they had to choose to follow just one way because you have two feet but can only be on one road. They agreed. We told them there was not a quick list to check off. Rich drew two parallel lines in the sand to show the idea of them not being the same and choosing. One of the men, politely, changed Rich's picture to perpendicular lines. He then wiped away the other one saying, "We have abandoned the other way. We are on this road."
So the question actually was not about entering but rather how or what it means to be on it. We answered a lot of questions and read a lot from The Book about what it means to be Family. They have already been out sharing but were having problems with taking care of their fields as well. We explained that they could share the load of sharing at other villages. If each agreed to go to a different village, none would have to leave their fields for more than an afternoon or so. They agreed that this was doable.
The rains have now come and the road to get to this village is barely above water, at our last visit. In addition, when it isn't raining they are needing to be at their field. Please lift up these men to be bold in the time until we can get out to them again. Lift up the literal and spiritual fields to be abundant in harvest. Also lift these men up that they may not be swayed nor distracted from the Truth.
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