Friday, September 27, 2013

It's a matter of faith a faith a faith ahhh...

Things that matter to us, here living in this tangible world of materialism and consumerism are totally different to the things that matter to God. 

What matters to God is people. 

He is not consumed by appearances. 

He is not consumed by possessions.  

He is consumed by heart. 

And at the depths of HIS heart is inconceivable LOVE.

His Love for us, draws us to Him and the test of our LOVE for him is our ability to trust His word and trust His Way. 

It’s a matter of Faith. 

And the Bible says that WITHOUT this simple ingredient, it is impossible to please God.  

Now FAITH IS the SUBSTANCE of things HOPED FOR, the EVIDENCE of things NOT SEEN. Hebrews 11:1

When I think about our journey here, the major aspect of what God had to do within us was increase our faith.  We cry, help our unbelief Lord!  He does.  This is why we do what we do because we have faith in a God who has created people equally and HE wants them to know His HEART for THEM.  THOSE CREATED IN HIS IMAGE.

So first I had to know His heart for ME!

It makes sense for me that my lifelong struggle with fear would not just be a struggle with but the struggle against something.  The one who doesn't want you to win on the hockey field wouldn’t attack you in a water polo match.  He would attack you on the field of which he knows the victory is won. 

He not only doesn't want you to win, HE DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE...

He knows the victory is already won, that's he's already LOST but he knows that we don’t often see the Scoreboard.  We're too busy focused on the game.  He's got our heads distracted on the ball and we're too busy trying to WIN!

So my FEAR of DEATH as a child, my FEAR of REJECTION as a teenager, my FEAR of being FAR AWAY from home, my FEAR of the DARK, of being HARMED, of being PUNISHED, of being ALONE…these all crippled my ability to have FAITH.

For fear is not just the opposite of faith; FEAR IS THE ENEMY OF OUR FAITH. 
Worry, insecurity, anxiety, terror, dread are allies and friends of fear. 

But PERFECT LOVE is the weapon that defeats fear and casts it all out. 

So perfect Love came in to my life and rescued me from fear and gave me the capacity to have faith.  Fear was evicted and faith moved in.  The anxiety attacks that took a choke hold on my throat at night, the torment that filled my heart with regret and the deep underlying fear that threatened my ability to progress all dissipated in a single night. 

So what happens when we let fear win?

Moses had a crowd of followers begging him for water and moaning about the very fact that he took them out of Egypt to die in the dessert and God heard their cry and supplied a rock for them to draw water from.  God says, speak to the rock and the water will flow out from it. 

But instead Moses beats the rock.  He does what we often do.  He took the miracle into his own hands and DID instead of trusted.  He feared that God’s way wouldn’t work and that people wouldn’t respect his abilities and he broke life instead of spoke life.

In a world of materialism and consumerism, where the pressure to work, to buy, to loan and to accrue interest is embraced and nurtured, we want to WORK instead of TRUST, HAVE FAITH.  

We feel that if we don’t, then we fail at being the provider.  Essentially it appeases our pride.  Our ego fails as we want to look like the strong one who beats the rock till the water comes out but then we hear a voice say “you did not believe me or hallow me in the eyes of the children of Israel therefore you shall not bring these children into the land which I have given them.” Numbers 20:12

God is not impressed with our strength and abilities as much as He is with our faith and trust in Him.

We want to DO but He just asks us to BE.  Be there.  Be obedient.  Be faithful.

Full of faith that He will provide.

Full of belief that He will fulfil his promise…

Even if we don’t see it like Abraham.

Even if we don’t deserve it like Rahab.

Even if we had given up on it like the Shunammite woman.

Even if we reject it like Jonah.

When we sold our house at a loss, our faith was tested to the point that it hurt!  Was this the right thing to do?  Were we being SELFISH and not allowing our children to receive the INHERITANCE they deserved.  Did we make a MISTAKE by not keeping a place to go back to?  These were doubts that were reinforced by many concerned friends and family but quashed by a loving God who wanted more for a house for us.  He wanted a life of FAITH. 

Every time we give, we test our faith.  We trust God that He will press down, shake together and run over the blessings from the well in which we gave. He says to DO IT!

Test me in this,’ says the Lord Almighty, ‘and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it. Malachi 3:10

Every time we press on past the obstacles we test our faith.  That these obstacles are not the end of a thing, but they are there as resistance measures to increase our strength.  The strength that is made perfect in our weakness.

Every time we fail and fall we test our faith.  Our faith that the payment for our sin was finished on the cross and that we can trust God to have taken care of it so much so that we don’t need to suffer for it or let it decapitate us.

Every time we have to be still and delay our movement, we test our faith.  Faith that we are a part of SOMETHING BIGGER than ourselves.  Something bigger than the MOMENT.  Something bigger than what WE ARE ABLE to DO.  Faith that we just need to BE.  And sometimes just BEING PRESENT is all people need to know the Love of the Father.

Because when we BE still, wait, let me make this as personal as it’s meant to be- when I BE still I am reminded that He is God.  That He is able to draw the water from the rock, not ME.  That when we silence our praise to Him, He can even use the rocks to praise Him.  From a rock He can draw water and Praise.  I can’t and therefore I CAN TRUST HIM.  Have FAITH in Him. 

Abraham birthed a people of faith because of his faith in obeying God’s instruction to leave his country and GO! 

So we left our country on the same accord.  Not really knowing all the details of what we would do or how we would do it OR WHAT STRUGGLES WE WOULD FACE ON THE WAY but just knowing that we needed to GO.

In my early Christian days, I memorized this verse Numbers 32:23 A  verse that says “Your sins will find you out.” A great verse when taken out of context to make one feel condemned for yet the sins he is talking about is the sin of disobedience to God’s command to inhabit the land.  This is what we are called to do- to inhabit the land.  The land of Ethiopia.

This journey of faith continues to stretch me and grow me as I am continually reminded that God is working where I do not see.  Oh, how I wish I could work it all out myself- go get a job, earn some money myself to support ourselves and find prosperity as we wish it for others.  But God has not called us to do that. And He wants others to join in on our faith journey.  Those who freely and sacrificially give every week so that we can be here.  It’s not taken for granted.  More than ever now it’s appreciated from the depths of our hearts. 
When we hear stories of people who God speaks to about giving us more support and on the other side, we are praying for His supply, we know that our God cares for us and that He is going to meet us where our faith is at.  So we continue to believe for bigger things, greater provision, more people to join our faith journey.


For by grace are ye saved through FAITH; and that not of yourselves: it is the GIFT of God:
 Not of works, lest any man should boast. Ephesians 2:8-9

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Personal Reflections Of The Year Gone By


“How was your 2005?” I hear the reporter asking random people on the streets of Ethiopia from ETV.  I ask the shop keeper’s daughter the same question…”Houlet shi amidst indet nebere?” “Arif new” she replies, as to say it was Nice! 

We are sitting in her lounge room as she makes us coffee.  It’s been a long time since we visited after being neighbours for the first year of our stay here.  She’s being extra hospitable, making us popcorn, bringing us soft drinks and biscuits from the shop and conversation from her ever improving English vocabulary. 

“Anchis?” she returns the question to me.  How was my 2005?  “Tiru new” I reply.  Meaning: It was good.  Then I stop myself and answer again, this time a little more honestly- enough for an almost eleven year old to handle.  Actually, it was a little bit difficult, I reply in Amharic.  She quietly nods her head in agreement.  She, like most of the community who know us, know that there had been some changes and that Asaua was away for a while throughout this past year. 

A year ago we had just reunited as a family as I had returned earlier from a family trip to Brisbane Australia.  We re-established ourselves with different roles, different source and level of income, a different sending office and then moved into a different house.  They all seemed like better options at the time.  And in most ways, they were.

Yet the different roles called for different routines.  Ones we weren’t ready for. 

The different source and level of income resulted in different prices we had to pay.  Ones we weren’t willing to pay. 

The different sending office faced some personal and financial struggles that ended in death.  A tragedy that we weren’t prepared for. 

And the new house begged for maintenance in water and sewerage systems that caused four months of bucket showers and toilet flushing in beautifully tiled bathrooms.  A problem that we weren’t equipped for. 

We celebrated the fact that we were receiving a bigger blessing at the same time as feeling caught between two worlds.  The world of marriage and family and the world of ministry.  A chasm we had found ourselves in before.  A stretch that had before broken us and a balance that was easily tipped.  The scales once again were straining.

Where my spunky husband ends up retreating to isolation in the home, I end up retreating to freedom outside the walls of home.  

To tip the scales even further we struggled once again down the path of work permit acquisition.  A mountain that we needed to climb yet one that continued to bring more twists and turns along the way.  The first New Zealand missionaries with Mekane Yesus church not having being sent by a Lutheran Church and not having a New Zealand embassy in the country all made it difficult for us to obtain this piece of paper we so desperately needed.

Still the strain at home increased.

Without going into too much detail, as all good things often come to an end, so did our time with the organization that we initially came with.  The death of a baby resulted in the death of our support.  But finishing with that organization was okay with me.  I knew it was time.  But I didn’t see the war that was about to rage. 

False accusations were fired.  Mass weapons of destructive words were sent by email and text.  Defensive solutions were intercepted with baffled lies.  The work of the enemy increased.  Tears were shed.  And the target was me. 

Not that I want to play victim.  Coz I am not.  Not that I want to lay blame.  Coz I don’t.  Not even that I want to spread rumours.  Coz that’s not right.  But the war that lay dormant had finally erupted and we were left with battle scars.  Fortunately we serve a God who took the place of our battle scars.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement for our peace was upon Him And by His stripes we are HEALED.
All we like sheep have gone stray, We have turned, every one, to his own way, and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.  Isaiah 53:5-6

I got to this point of straying.  Of thinking that once again I knew the way.  I struggled to see the other alternatives.  I struggled to see His way.  The vision had preceded the relationship that was needed.  

Perceptions were misconstrued once again of the God who had saved me time after time. Especially after Asaua decided to leave for New Zealand and his eminent return was not so eminent.  Fear and insecurities crept in and I screamed "I WANT OUT!"  

All that was good was forgotten and all that was bad had resurfaced.  I devised an exit strategy and came up with a back up plan about who life with him was going to work.  After 16 years of marriage, I decided that I couldn't do it any more.  I know, so crazy.

I walked familiar streets yet my view was contorted.  So God in His faithfulness, sent me a message.  I wrote about it a few months ago in the middle of the mess.

After Asaua had gone to New Zealand, I went into Addis Ababa to book a ticket for my son Jamal to join his father in New Zealand- something I really didn’t feel at peace about but nevertheless attempted.  My efforts failed and so I went on a hunt for an internet café to see what information I could get online.  After leaving the internet café in the heat of the day I came out of this mall trying to find the fastest way back to my next destination – Jamal’s school. 

There were two ways I could have gone.  What seemed to be the fast way, was a back path that I had gone down a couple of months before with an Ethiopian friend who found our way through the short cuts and quickly to where we needed to go.  We were on a hunt for Telecom so we could get a new sim card for our visitor.

That day, my eyes were peeled for a Telecom sign and I ended up taking notice of all the shops and products that were available on that street.  It seemed like a back street I had not seen and far from any street I had previously encountered on my visits to Addis Ababa. I remembered the way I went with my friend that day and as I collected my memories of that street I realized it wasn’t familiar at all yet the street I wanted to get to this day was. 

This time I was by myself so I had to navigate my way without asking anyone for directions and possibly giving away the fact that I am not Ethiopian!  It was Jamal’s school’s street and I had been down it many times.  So I took the long route and started walking down this all familiar street. 

As I walked down the street, I started to notice shops I had gone into with this friend a couple of months before. 

The most bizarre moment came when I realized that this road that I thought was far away and foreign was the familiar road I was after-the street of Jamal's school.  Before I had seen it in a different light as I had entered it from a different direction, was paying more attention to detail and was accompanied by a different person.  A translator. So I could have taken that short cut after ALL!  But because I thought it was a different street I went the long way!

It wasn’t that I was just disoriented that day.  This was me seeing the road from a different perspective and in a different context.  But it was the same road.  There had to be a message in this experience…

A man I had a conversation with that week, started sharing with me randomly how we can walk the road of life by ourselves or we can walk it with God and know our paths are directed and ordered by the One who knows best for us.  I could relate.

A few years ago, I found myself going down a road- not a literal road, but a path that lead me and my family to a place that I didn’t want to be.  But then I got to a place where I realized that “By steadfast love and faithfulness iniquity is atoned for, and by the fear of the Lord one turns away from evil.” Proverbs 16:6  I turned away from the evilness that was invading my soul and my world and embraced the love that God had for me in His faithfulness.  I went on this “soul searching” journey to deal with STUFF from my past and learnt a lot about what led me to that place and how not to go there again!  I was paying attention to the details of my life as I felt it was key to experiencing freedom from my past.  I was walking with the greatest Translator of all who translated my thinking into the language of heaven.  Instead of meditating on what I had been told about myself in the past, I concentrated on what God said about me. 

I found new friends and support systems, we started at a new church that offered the answers and helped me to navigate my way around my life choices.  I was restored and felt like I was in a good place, that I had dealt with it and that a new “me” was found.  I was in a different place, armed and guarded from the evil that so easily beset me. I was GOOD to go and move forward from a place of wholeness and restoration.  A place that didn’t seem familiar to me at the time.

Recently a lot has happened here and in my heart.  Pressure and pain came in again and with an unexpected force.  Emotions ran high and confusion reared its ugly head.  It seemed like from every direction troubles were knocking on the door.  Magnified by the fact that we are on the MISSION FIELD and we shouldn’t be facing such hardship with the blessing God promises when we left our homeland to do HIS WILL (false thinking 101), I was thrown into a spin of betrayal and disappointment and abandonment.  And surely, as a missionary now under the covering of a great church and pastor, there would be victory and freedom that I should experience.  Even as missionaries called to Ethiopia, we should already have it all together and be able to withstand all the fiery darts that were being thrown at us, or at ME! 

“I have been down this road before!” was something I kept saying even out loud!  “I know what this is about and how this will end- this is all familiar territory…I will keep going with the experiences I have learnt from the past and this time I will get it RIGHT!  AND since I have had all my STUFF dealt with, I can do it now from a more mature and more spiritual place!”  (false thinking 102)

I! I! I! It is always I! - from the movie Lean on Me

I was slowly sinking back into my old habits of doing it in my own strength, I found myself alone again and trying to navigate my way down this familiar road so that no one would know that I was LOST!  So I kept walking down this road, feeling confident that this was the right way to go and that this was NOT the road I had gone down before.  I had already tackled that road and this time I was more the wise.  Even though the road was longer, it made me stronger but as I got stronger, I realized how the muscles of my heart were hardening.  As my heart was hardening, I realized how my STUFF about to make a re-appearance in my life as the pressure slowly squeezed out what was deeply embedded in my soul.  Ahhh…not a road I want to go down again. 

Oh, it’s the same road!  But this time I am seeing it in a different context and I am seeing it with a different destination in view.  My heart formed a seal that was bouncing off the attempts of my husband to keep our love going and I wanted it to end.  I could do this, I thought.  I can go this alone and no one can stop me! 

Who are you to judge someone else’s servant?  To their own master, servants stand or fall.  And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand.  Rom 14:4

So this amazing master, Lord, Abba Father of mine.  He took me through some standing exercises.  He was not about to let me fall. 

A wise lady said to me this week, that God deals in layers.  While He may have dealt with some of my STUFF in the years prior to coming to Ethiopia, He was about to tackle the next layer!  And it cut deep and it brought up more STUFF and the way I reacted was an indicator of where my heart was really at.  Was it pliable and teachable still or was it stubborn and hard? God was wanting to circumsize my heart.

So I went back to Addis the next day after this failed attempt to buy a ticket, for another failed attempt.  But so as to not waste time, I took my daughters with me and we hung out for breakfast and ended up in a bookstore.  I found this book called “The Woman behind the mask” by Jan Coleman.  I reluctantly bought it thinking that maybe people will know that sometimes, I still wear a mask.  Eek.  Not what I stand for.  I want to be authentic and real all the time.  This would show how much integrity I have and how open I can be for people to talk to me.  Haha.  I got slapped in the face with this book.  I turned my head and my heart and it gave me a different perspective.  (And if you are a woman, you should read this book!)

It took the road I was walking down, which seemed so familiar and right (There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way to death. Proverbs 16:25) and put it in a different light.  In God’s light.  It reflected the reality of the temptations that we face as women in the 21st century to appear like we have it all together.   I could finally admit that I didn’t have it all together and that I needed some support. 

Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. Proverbs 16:24 These are what the words of friends have done for me.  I am thankful that some people take time to press reply on my email updates and encourage me, us, with gracious words. 

One quote I will give you from the book, is this:
“Turn your pain into passion and your messes into ministries.  Go on the road with the story of your life and share it with those who need to know that God is the answer.  God is enough.”

And that last statement is what is being drilled down into the depths of my heart again- God, plus nothing, is enough.  When that is engrained and embedded in the deepest layer of my soul, then all else will fall into place.  I thought that God was done with my heart, but He dug deeper and WILL continue to do so.  I am praying that one day, from a place of strength, as I walk down this road with other women who find themselves in similar situations, that I will be able to help them navigate their way too."

God took me through a process where He sifted me, shifted me, brought me through the storm.  
I felt like Peter,  going through this amazing journey with Jesus here for almost two years.  Then betraying him at the last.  But there was a purpose in the pain.

And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat: But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren. And he said unto him, Lord, I am ready to go with thee, both into prison, and to death. And he said, I tell thee, Peter, the cock shall not crow this day, before that thou shalt thrice deny that thou knowest me. Luke 22:31-34KJV

God sifted me and allowed me to go through this process of pain.  The pain of rejection.  The pain of my sin.  The pain of betrayal and feeling alone.  He allowed it so that He could put to death all the things that I thought I wanted and needed.  He helped me to realize once AGAIN that HE knows best!  His ways are always better than mine.  

Jesus prayed for Simon Peter to succeed and then to comfort others with that comfort of a forgiving God.  Imagine the confusion that set in for Peter after he betrayed his closest friend and Lord.  And just after Jesus had just changed his name to Peter, meaning Rock and shared His deepest heart with Him.  He changed his name but not his destiny.  His destiny was to play a part in Jesus’ crucifixion in the worst way imaginable.  But God’s grace came down and He used him again to establish the church on the day of Pentecost.  

He didn't deem him useless.  He didn't condemn him even when He knew that He would betray Him.  
We have it all wrong.  When we look at sin and people’s messes.  We see their mess but God sees their ministry.  I am SO thankful that God sees mine.  I am so thankful that God took time...Four months of separation with my husband to show me the Covenant God He is and the importance He places on Covenants we make with each other.  Now our marriage is stronger and healthier than ever.  But that's another blog.  Suffice to say, Danny Silk from Bethel Church Redding California has some REALLY good relationship advice that totally broke through to us and our situation.

"A chord of three strands is not easily broken." - Ecclesiastes 4:12

This is me.  
This is my Hope. 
Thank You Jesus for taking the place of the penalty I should pay and rightfully deserve.  You gave your life for me, I will live my life for you.  


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Part 3. Two Years and counting...

It was about 1pm on a cloudy Saturday afternoon, the seven of us, our twenty one suitcases and a plane load of anticipation landed on the tarmac of the Bole International Airport, Addis Ababa.  We had three things going for us from the get go: our colour, our culture and our children. 

Who knew that being born brown with black hair and having children who were born even browner was going to make life more comfortable for us during our time in Ethiopia.  Somehow looking like the locals makes a total difference in being able to work and connect with them.  We can walk down the road with unassuming passers by taking a second look but for the most part, not even noticing the “ferenji” in the room or on the sidewalk.  One man said out loud what I see on so many faces as he was able to articulate it in English.  He yelled out to Jamal and I after walking past us one day, “Ferenji? Habesha? What are you? Please tell me!”  Even when we tell people sometimes, they don’t believe.  It can work for us or against us especially since we can't barely speak the language soon and we are assumed to know what is being spoken to us.  Thankfully we have learnt how to respond in such situations but look forward to the day where no explanation will be necessary.  We take being called “Habesha” –the people of Ethiopia, as a compliment as they are beautiful people.

My beautiful daughter and Ethiopian little sister

The second advantage we came with was the cultural mix we brought- not the Anglicised culture that affects many around the world but one that was akin to the indigenous culture of New Zealand, Aotearoa; our homeland- the one that derives from the Samoan heritage which flows through our veins.  The culture that respects our elders, the culture that lives off the land, the respect of the biblical foundations that were passed down through generations and the role that food plays in relationship as a communal event. While there are some similarities, there are still many differences.  Ethiopia is the only African country not to have been colonized so that has affected their culture and their guarding of it in so many ways.  Their culture is strong and pure.  It's great.


The third advantage was the fact that we carried five children here with us.  Not only does that also fit in with the culture of having many children, but it opens up streams of communication that wouldn't have otherwise been opened.  It’s like when you JUST have your first baby and you can have a conversation with any woman who has had babies from then on about the whole birthing experience.  You always have a story to tell.  Our stories were packaged in five beautiful bodies, packed with an enthusiasm for life like not many others.  Every day they would thank God for this opportunity to be here and for the blessings he had given us.  We came for children, with children so the relationships they were able to have with these children extended beyond our capabilities.  

So we are now six, our lives have been shaken, molded, bent, stretched and humbled in so many ways.  

It's really hard to imagine what life is like in Ethiopia unless you come and visit yourself and to say life in Ethiopia is the same for me as it is for a family living down the road, would be ignorant to say the least.  So for us, here is a little bit of what life looks like.  I snapped some pics on my phone as we walked to the main road to catch a taxi the other day.  And when you think Taxi, don't think it's the expensive way to travel.  It cost us about 10c in USD each to catch the taxi that day.  And the taxi seat is often shared two between three people or three between four.  This has been our mode of transportation for the last two years.  Taxi, bajaj and horse and cart!

A common sight when we walk down our street as we sit between a rural area and an ever expanding new development area

The rural area uses what is typical in Ethiopia as agricultural instruments- the old Ox and yoke

These precious girls were carrying this 20 litre bottle of dirty water they had fetched.  

This is what we see.  How we respond is another story.  How we live has also changed.  From a humble three bedroom house to an extravagant two-storey seven bedroom home then back to another humble three bedroom house with really sporadic and lowly dimmed power, no hot shower and common water issues.  But we are contented with what we have now.  The kids have adjusted to the cold showers.  God provided some nice furnishings to make it feel like our home and we are still able to sleep in peace as mostly it is quiet. 

Outside our current house.  Most houses are closed in like this. No picket fences here!

This coming school year, which starts in just less than two weeks, our children will go to a local International school for the first time in two years all together.  The boys have been there since January of last year and now the girls will join them.

Work for us will include teaching at the school just adjacent from us.  This school was our only source of power as the lines haven't been built up around our area yet.  So we made an agreement with them that we would help at the school if they helped provide power to our house.  Asaua is really excited about teaching English this year as well as a little sport.  I too will be helping out when I can.

We also have been building capacity to work through Zion Church to rehabilitate prostitutes in the area that surrounds our church.  Our church family are a major part of our life here and we were captured by their vision for the community, the poor and the future of Ethiopia.  Their five fold vision was just shared with the church members this past weekend as we come to the close of another year and the vision looks like this:

1.  To Preach the Gospel
2.  To Make Disciples
3.  To bring Deliverance to those who are bound
4.  To Plant churches in rural areas where there are no churches
4.  To Help the Poor

We are trying to help the church realize their vision in whatever capacity we can.  Right now they are also planning to build an actual building to replace the sticks, tin and tarpaulin that has made up the building for the last 12 years.  

We have started an English service that continues to grow and serve the English speaking community of Debre Zeit but we have a long way to go!

Often we are frustrated, disappointed, stirred and discouraged but this verse I found this week reminds me that even though we may not see fruit yet, we must keep carrying on...

But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. 1 Cor 15:57-58
There is huge potential in Debre Zeit for business and income generating activities and our hope is to help lead the people here into a place where they can tap into the resources that are already available to them- through education, through rehabilitation and through a growing faith in a God who wants to give His children good things.  

Without the support of people like you who read our updates, who pray for us, who give financially to support us to be here and support those we work with, we wouldn't be able to do any of this.  So for the two short years this has been a reality for us, we want to say AMESAGENALEW!! THANK YOU! We are blessed.

Blessed to be a blessing