Friday, January 30, 2015

What Is.

A precious friend of mine has suddenly found herself facing an unexpected trial.   
Given the past in this situation, it is logical that she would feel fearful!  Oh how my 
heart goes out to her!!  

But you know how it is.... it is easier to see the "trees" when we are not in the 
midst of the "forest" ourselves, isn't it?



So this morning as I was showering, I was earnestly praying for my friend and talking to the Lord about her situation.  Suddenly He spoke,  

"Tell your friend to ignore the 
'What Ifs?' 
but instead to praise Me for 
'What Is'."

Whoooooa - What a powerful word!!

 I could not call her fast enough!  

As I was finishing getting ready, I felt like the Lord impressed on me that I needed to share 
this here because a bloggy friend needs to hear this very word.

So here goes:

You, my friend, may be consumed with worry:

What if this??

What if that??

What if he does?

What if she doesn't??

What if God doesn't?



Friend, let me be the Lord's whispers straight to you:

"Do not spend even one more second on the 'what ifs?'...
because all that matters is 'What is'...
And 'what is' is that My promises never fail.  
My promises do not end.
My promises do not expire. 
My promises are trustworthy.
I do not promise and not follow through.
What is:  I am trustworthy and my promises never fail.
I am the rock!  
Though the waves of trial come against you,
I am secure.  
I am faithful.  
I will not fail you.
I am steadfast.
I will not leave you.
I am immovable.
I am the rock!   
Not once in history did I go back on my promises and
I will not begin to now.  That's 'what is'."  

So dear bloggy friend, do not spend even a moment on the 'What ifs?' 

Praise Him!

Praise Him!!

Praise Him!  

That's 'what is'. 


Thursday, January 29, 2015

One of the Funniest Things I've Ever Seen....

God's word tells us that laughter is good medicine...





Yesterday I laughed and laughed {and am still giggling}
 when my sweet
friend Michelle sent me this clip...

So I just had to share....

Yup, right here in own own city.

Our weatherman was amazing as he just went with it...

And yes, you will be relieved to know 
we live in one of the "safe areas".





Monday, January 26, 2015

Wedding Crashers

So the word is out and yes, Miss Emma is getting 
married in Africa this March!




We are so very excited for her!

And as the talking unfolded Dw had an idea...

What about a Spring Trip timed with the wedding so the team could help with
Emma's dream of having the Gems attend and some even participate in the wedding??  

Dw dreamed up the idea of the GO team being called "Wedding Crashers!"

It made us all giggle.

So for real...

If you have dreamed of GO'ing on a trip to...

serve at our feeding program,

serve at a baby home

serve the precious and medically-fragile Gems....



AND have the bonus of attending Emma and Josh's wedding...

This could be the trip for you!

The trip is planned for March 3rd to March 12th...

Cost is $1400. plus airfare

Airfare is incredibly low at the moment....
so we need to book quickly!

Fill out this form for an application to be sent your way.....

Space is limited - so apply now!



Saturday, January 24, 2015

For Months He Whispered....

In the early part of 2008 the Lord began to whisper to my soul,

"You have an Elijah coming home."  He whispered it daily for months.


I wondered where that Elijah might be??

Never mentioned it to the Bossman...just figured I would let Him tell him when He
was good and ready.

As Dw was leaving with Emma for their first trip ever to Africa in July 2008, Dw
literally was walking out the front door of our little log home to the packed truck to
drive to the airport in Albuquerque.  Turning he called over his shoulder,
"Name that rooster will you?? Why don't you name him Elijah?"

Whipping my head around and staring at him I responded, "I can't!! That's the name
of our next son!  The Lord told me!"

Dw looked bewildered and turned and walked out to the car to begin the journey to Africa.

A few days later, at the first African orphanage they had ever been in...Dw sat on the floor
while many little ones climbed all over his lap...except for one little guy, who had climbed
into his lap and had not moved.  The others were climbing on and off and over and this way
and that way...except for one.

After awhile Dw turned to the caregivers and said, "So what's this one's name?"


"Elijah!" they answered.

He would have fallen over had he not been sitting.

And today, that long-awaited whisper has turned eight.

And just like the old prophet Elijah whom he was named after, our Elijah is a young man
who prays earnestly.  When a situation comes up, he is quick to respond, "Mom, should we
pray?"



We are so grateful for the Lord's daily whispers over months, "You have an Elijah coming"...

then God's divine move by setting Elijah on Daddy's lap that day{!}...

followed by God's beautiful gift of allowing Elijah to be brought home forever...



and then Almighty God's miraculous, and ever-present divine protection by sparing Elijah's life the day of the fire {the fire spread to his crib in seconds}

and again for His beautiful rescue this past November when Elijah was seriously choking.

We are humbled by the Lord's grace and love for our family.



Happy 8th  Birthday Elijah Mueller!!  

We're so grateful you are one of our treasures! 

"Elijah Mueller - we love you to the moon and back infinity times!" 



Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Accident

Yesterday the kids and I were heading to pick up daddy from the airport.  His plane happened to land during rush hour.  Of course, living in a major city, rush “hour” is used loosely.  It’s from about 3 - 8 pm.  

The expressway was packed.  It was wall to wall cars everywhere as we headed to the airport.  Daddy's plane had landed early.  Goody!  Except we hadn't thought it would be early.  

On a side note, it is just one more perk to having a large family…the HOV lane is our BFF. And it usually moves quite nicely, all things considered.


  


I’m one of those who pray as I drive that the Lord would keep cars away from us.  And it is crazy how most of the time, the HOV lane has no one in front of me for miles.   

Although there is the occasional dork who insists on thong-riding {what I call the person who relentlessly rides on my bum} - well, they are just plain annoying.  

So as it was we were cruising down to part of the city where I needed to take an exit toward the airport.  Slowing the car a bit, I checked around us and the road was clear to move over a lane, then another…

Suddenly the traffic in front of me slowed remarkably and then it just stopped.  I stopped as well. I peered over the steering wheel wondering what was going on.  

I saw a woman with her window open on the right shoulder motioning something.  This was all happening just two or three cars in front of us.  I sat there trying to figure it out as the cars in front of me sat as well.  

Within about a minute the cars in front of me started to move a bit....I moved forward, following slowly and realized that there had just been an accident.  Right there!  Just about 2 or 3 cars in front of us.   A car was smashed and parts were strewn across the road. 

Wow!  It had just happened!  

Although I didn’t see it happen in any way, I moved closer, wondering what I should do.  A very pretty young woman was now next to the smashed driver's side.   The mangled car and it's parts were blocking much of the super highway.  

Inching a bit, I could barely see the woman in the seriously damaged car, although I could tell that both of her airbags had deployed.  I yelled to the woman on her cell phone, standing next to the accident victim in the middle of the road, “Is she okay?”  She looked straight at me and yelled back, “NO!”  

Oh dear.

I don’t do accidents.  

I hate blood.  Blood makes me not just queasy but makes me want to vomit.  When I reached the hospital during Karl’s landing from the med-flight…I ran to find the nearest restroom.  Seriously, I hate blood. 
Anyway, I turned my attention to the woman on the shoulder who had been motioning out the window.  I rolled the passenger side of my van window down.  Pleadingly she called, “She needs help!!”  

And it was at that moment that the Lord reminded me, 

"So whatever you wish that others would do to you, 
do also to them."

Yes, Lord, if I was in an accident on a six lane freeway that flows right throughout the middle of Phoenix, in the middle of rush hour, I would want someone to stop and help in whatever way they could. 

Even if they hate blood.  

Even if they don't have any true medical training. 

Even if they are afraid of vomiting.  

Even if they were on the way to pick up their now-waiting husband 
who had been gone for 3+ weeks. 

Even if they have a van-full of treasures.   

So I pulled the car over to the shoulder and told the kids I was going to help.  Stay seated!  

I was also wondering where some people were who might be trained to help??  

Other motorists perhaps?  

Nurses on their way somewhere?  

Doctors passing through the area?  

Someone else?
I looked behind me, cars were trying hard to push ahead, impatiently squeezing through minute spaces.…

I held my hand up to the cars and a giant semi as I ran across the lanes.  As I went, I prayed, "Please Lord, just help me not to vomit when I see whatever I see."  

The semi laid on his horn and rolled down his window and screamed something not-so-nice at me.  I guess I was inconveniencing him by holding him up as I ran to help.  Oh bless your heart, Mr. Impatient and Very Grumpy Pants!!   I wished I could have said, "Dude! I would have stopped to help you, now then buddy - put on a happy face and smile!!"


[From a photo library, not the real accident.]


As I reached the totaled car in the middle of the lanes the same woman was still standing on the phone with 9-1-1 was still talking to 9-1-1 and so I asked what the driver needed and she said, "I don't know, she's hurt bad.  But see that car over there? I don't think she can even move.  I think she's trapped!"  

I turned to see yet a second car {that I had not even seen before}, down the highway, totally smashed, major auto parts strewn across the HOV lane beyond for at least 50 feet.   

There was no one outside the second car checking on the occupants.  

No one at all.  Ugh. 

I peered in the direction of the traffic behind the accident trying to see any sign of a police car.  

Nothing.

I prayed hard.  God please don't let me vomit.  

And I ran, as fast as I could, tripping over large auto parts to the second car to see what the situation was.   I thought, I will flag men down and have them help me lift the car or something if she is trapped!  

She was alone sitting up as I arrived.  She was conscious.  I didn't see any blood.  {I was so relieved.}  

I asked her if she was okay.  

She just stared at me and questioned, "What happened?"

In shock, she clearly had no clue what was going on.

She did say that she had just gotten the car.  She repeated herself again. And again.

"I just got the car.  Just now.  I just got it.  I just got the car.  Just now.  Do you know what happened?"    

She asked me several times.  I told her I didn't know what had happened.  That I had been back two or three cars.  

I asked her if I could pray with her.  She said I could and I took her hand and began to pray.

She was shaking, but then I was too. 

I looked behind the accident for any sign of a rescue vehicle.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably only about five minutes, 
I could see three police cars - lights flashing and sirens blaring speeding down the HOV lane toward us. 

An officer soon ran to the car in the middle of the freeway.  Before long, a handsome young officer ran in our direction, to the car I was standing with.  I told him that she appeared to be in shock.    

He looked around as though wondering where I had come from.  I told him that the big van on the shoulder across the highway was mine and that I had just stopped to see if I could help in any way.  

The kind officer smiled, "Thank you for helping.  Let me block traffic so you can go back to your car."  

Friends, I didn't lend any great assistance and yes, I was concerned that I would vomit, but I know I did what He asked.  I was thankful I stopped.  And I pray that if the shoe was on the other foot, someone would stop to help me. 




 Even if they hate blood.

Even if they were afraid they would vomit.

Even if their husband {or wife} was waiting for them.

Even if they had a sweet pile of kids in the car.  

Cause friends, when we give Christ our lives, it's for keeps.  

Our days are His.  Our moments are His.  Our time is His. 

To use.  

However He wants.  

Wherever He wants.  

No matter what.   

"So whatever you wish that others would do to you, 
do also to them."

Matthew 7:12  

Even if we might see blood.  

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Waiting



Today we have our back veranda door wide open as we work 
away at our homeschooling at the kitchen table.

There is a beautiful desert breeze blowing Spring-like air
and the gorgeous Arizona sunshine is pouring in.

I love Spring.  

I love flowers
and actually that's probably just one of more than
 3,287,639 reasons why
I love Arizona so much.  

There are flowers.  

Year round.

They are everywhere.

From flowering bushes to the delightful smelling buds on the trees. 

And this morning, while enjoying the veranda
breezes the Lord reminded me of the verse I memorized when I was
a young girl,



"Though the grass withers
and the flower fades,
my word endures forever."
Isaiah 40:8

It's true.

The petals of even the most spectacular flowers will still fade.

Even the most nurtured and watered grasses do wither.

But God's word?

It never fails.

Not ever.

His word stands forever.

We can count on it.

Personally, I have a promise that the Lord gave
me a long time ago.  

It's not come to pass.

Yet.

But it will.

Yes, it will.

And ya' know your long awaited promise that you have been
holding onto?

Keep holding.

He's not forgotten.

He's not going to forget.

He's working the night shift on your behalf.

And you are on His mind at this moment.

I'm clinging to His promises, too.

Holding on tightly.

And some days I feel "clingy"
and weak...
but He's okay with that. 

He longs for us to trust Him.

He longs for us to rely completely on Him.

His desire is that we worship Him through the wait.

May the flowers serve to remind all of us that
as breathtaking as the beauty of it is,
His promises are better still - 
and He is faithful and He will bring His long-awaited promises to pass.


Because He always keeps His word
and we will worship Him as we wait.


Monday, January 19, 2015

Your "Thing"

Several years ago I was talking to a friend.   She is a very beautiful woman.
We talked every now and then.  We even hung out some.  Anyway, this particular
day she had begun telling me about a "cause" that she was being stirred up about.

Kind of ranting and raving she was...

And no, I don't want to name the cause because it's not about this cause or that cause.
It's really not.  But in the process of her telling me all about her cause, I merely said,

"Our hearts are broken for the orphan because they are living, 
breathing real people!  Some are found starving, many severely neglected, most without hope - we can't turn our backs on them."

She looked me in the face and matter-of-factly-spoke,

"Ya' well the orphans are just your thing!"

I was so startled.  The words tumbled out her beautiful 
lips in such a cold manner, my mouth dropped open.  

"Ummm, no dear friend, actually they're not just 
my "thing" -  they are God's 'thing'!!"

In Psalm 82:3 we are told:


"Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; 
maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed."

The common thread throughout scripture admonishes people just like you and me
that we are to care {whether through adoption or not} for the fatherless.

It's not just a cause, it's God's heart.

It's not just a phase to pass through.  It's a mandate.

The orphan is not a hobby.

The peril of the orphan is not just something to do in our spare time.

Personally, the orphan consumes my thoughts.  Some days their plight fills
my brain so much so that I've often wondered if it wouldn't be nice to take my brain
out and lay it on the table for a rest.

And I know that many of you are consumed as well.  You post pictures advocating for precious treasures longing for a family.

You pray for the orphan - many by name!

You plead on their behalf!

You share videos you might have captured of some favorites of yours!

I am here to urge each of you, 

"Don't stop!  Don't give up! Don't get discouraged!"

I know there have been days where I have wondered {wrongly} am I alone.
Does anyone else care?  Of course, that's a rhetorical question!

But should you feel alone - you're not!

Should you feel - "What's the point?"

Should you grow weary in advocating for the orphan...

Here's a fresh reminder from God's word:

"So whatever you wish that others would do to you, 
do also to them."
Matthew 7:12  

And another:

"Do not grow weary in well-doing, 
for in due season you will reap if you faint not!"
Galatians 6:9

The orphan and fatherless living around the world need us!

They need us to care.

They need us to advocate.

They need us to love them.

They need us to pray for them.

Like Tony.

He's 13.  

He's been at The Gem Foundation for a few weeks. 

He's wears a size 4T.  

He's also really sick and in the hospital.

Can we even begin to imagine what 
life has been like for Tony for the past 13 years?

I well with tears for Tony as I sit typing in the comfort of our home.

Tony was the first thing I thought of in the wee hours as I woke...and began to whisper healing prayers for Tony.  He's been on my mind all day.

What would I want others to do for me, if I were Tony?

If I were Tony, I'd want them to care that I'm sick.

If I were Tony, I'd want them to pray.

If I were Tony, I'd want them to be moved with compassion.

If I were Tony, I'd want them to love me, even from afar.

Because Tony, frankly, matters to God, Tony must matter to us. 

Please pray with us for healing for Tony.