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Friday, December 4th, 2009

More than a few people have said to me lately something like, “it’s great you let Jonathan go to South Africa.” Yes, yes, it’s great that Jonathan is in South Africa, but I did not provide him with the permission to go. Oh, I prayed alright, and I know that if I’d ever said anything about wanting him to stay he would have, but ultimately the thing I could not get out of my head was the memory of this photo:

Jonathan and Nhlaka

Jonathan and Nhlaka

You see, this child followed Jonathan around everywhere the whole time we were in Durban last year. While it initially seemed he was most interested in the camera equipment Jonathan carried, it quickly became evident that more than anything he really had a need to be loved and given some attention from a man. His father is not present in the home, his mom works in a factory that is not near their house, so he lives with his older sister and they do the best they can. They’re doing their best, but it isn’t God’s best for them. Jonathan was the only man on our team of eight that traveled to South Africa last year. He was almost always followed or surrounded by a crowd of little boys. Many of these boys don’t have fathers in their homes. When I think of how much we love our little child who is currently only the size of an ear of corn and how hard it must be for those mothers to raise their boys, it was not hard for me to support Jonathan in returning to Durban. Don’t get me wrong, I miss him like crazy and sleep horribly all alone, but it’s worth it. Worth it for me to know that the Lord is using Jonathan to work in the hearts of these children to tell them He has a good purpose for their lives and for Jonathan to love them in a way maybe they don’t experience all that often. My prayer during this time is that they realize that regardless of the situation around them, God is interested in their hearts and their future. God is bigger than AIDS, bigger than shanty towns, bigger than parents who cannot or will not provide for them. My prayer for the people of Cato Manor today comes from Psalm 5:11~
“Let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
 let them ever sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may exult in you.”
Lord, may those who are facing situations that seem terrible still find reasons to rejoice. May your grace and your peace be enough for them. Lord give us wisdom to see how we can serve those who are struggling and may our struggles be seen in the light of your grace and goodness.

Riches

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

My brother kindly informed me yesterday that we have not blogged lately. It’s not that we haven’t been doing fun things, I just haven’t felt like blogging about them. So instead, I’m going to try to finish the posts I’ve started over the last couple of weeks that I never finished/had the guts to put up. Warning: this is full of a pregnant lady’s ramblings. You’re in for a treat!

Things are about to get emotional around here; by this I mean that things are emotional around here. Big time. I can’t go to church without tearing up, especially right now when we’re in the beginning stages of a vision campaign that includes sharing Christ’s love by caring for 2,000 orphans, helping set free 1,000 slaves, planting churches and working in communities to help combat HIV/AIDS and MOST IMPORTANTLY sharing the glorious gospel of Jesus Christ that compares to no other.

If you know me at all, the idea of children suffering or not being provided for on account of my American selfishness is a huge issue for me. We are rich. No matter how you calculate it, we are rich. Jonathan and I have enough. More than enough. In fact, I invited some friends over for dinner last week and I didn’t need to go shopping for much in the way of extra groceries because we already had everything required to serve dinner for five people. This, coupled with the fact that there are so many friends and family members we love and enjoy spending time with makes us rich in my mind. Yes, I would really like it if we got swanky new appliances and had a washing machine that maybe didn’t like to eat little holes in my shirts (and why MY shirts?!?!? Why not Jonathan’s?), but I’ve never had to wear those holey shirts because I didn’t have anything else. I just wear them because well, it’s usually one of my favorites that gets the hole and I’m not ready to give up on it yet. It’s funny how things snowball. I go from thinking about replacing the shirt, to replacing the washing machine and dryer and then to new flooring in the laundry room and then thinking about the kitchen appliances and how nice it would be to have a dishwasher that had the spinny washy bar thing on the top to really scrub the items on the upper shelf. Then, I remember that in just a couple of weeks, Jonathan will be seeing this:

 

Cato Manor. Durban, South Africa

Photos such as this help me to quickly forget my wants and remind me of the BIG work God is doing through his people in South Africa and how glad I am that God is doing the same thing here. Big things. Life changing things in my life and in the lives of my friends and family that I CAN SEE happening! God is setting people free from slavery everyday. Maybe for me my chains of slavery aren’t illness, poverty and despair, but things like fashion, image and comfort. Maybe God doesn’t want me to be comfortable because it’s in those times of discomfort that I am able to remember that my life is not my own.

And the Lord brings to my heart Scripture like this: ”Instruct those who are rich in this present world not to be conceited or to fix their hope on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy. Instruct them to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed.” 1 Timothy 6:17-18

What was it I wanted again?

20.5 Weeks

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
“For you formed my inward parts, You wove me in my mother’s womb.
On the right side you can see his or her legs all smooshed up

On the right side you can see his or her legs all smooshed up

I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.

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My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;

Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;tiny foot
And in Your book were written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.”
~Psalm 139:13-16
Baby McPherson, you are a miracle. Dear Lord, please let us not forget that in the midst of sleeplessness, diapers, tantrums, crazy heaps of laundry and the unknown of parenting. Thank you God for knowing our days and for continuing to provide for us in such abundance.

In preparation for Autumn

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009
date day last Autumn in Greenlake
date day last Autumn in Greenlake

Last night, we were enjoying our dinner on the deck as we often do during the summertime, when the deck is cool and the interior of our home is a blazing inferno, or in the case of last night, when the weather is just so beautifully golden I can’t stand to be inside a moment longer. As we were outside during our meal, it began to smell autumn-like to me. I will admit that this is my favorite time of year; the mornings are crisp and dewy and the afternoons are golden sunshine with streaming light. It makes me happy to see the world through this lens for a few weeks every year. Later, it will be cooler and damp, but we have the last bits of summer holding out and displaying their beauty. Breathtaking.
I’m also a big fan of hot apple cider warming my hands after being outside, the hefty comfort of sweaters around my shoulders, feeling the crunch of leaves under my feet, the sights, smells and food of the Puyallup Fair, the soothing and creamy feeling of soups and stews and chowders gliding down my throat, and the delicious taste of freshly baked bread and the sweetness of candy corn. Oh and decorations! I LOVE decorating for Autumn! What do you most look forward to as Autumn approaches?

Queso and my heart’s desire

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

It’s funny how you change during life. Carrie and I were running/walking one night and I was talking about how surprised I am that I actually enjoy running and miss it when I can’t get out there and run a bit.  Then she asked me the type of question only your best friend would ask: “If you had to give up either chips and queso or running for the rest of your life, which would it be?” Oh man. I LOVE chips and queso. I know it’s bad for me, but while other people may crave chocolate or other sweets, I want some processed cheese. I really badly want processed cheese. You know what though? I pick running. Big time pick running because there are other things that I like to eat, but running is just, well, not replaceable in the same way. I’m not sporty, I’m not athletic, I wouldn’t even call myself a runner. I’m not fast and I won’t probably win any medals, but I’m at a stage in life right now where I desire, I crave, putting on my running shoes and hitting the pavement.

I know this is a stretch, but bear with me here because apparently I have a mind that’s all over the place sometimes: Later as I was thinking about this amazing transformation of my desires,  Psalm 37:4 came to mind. (“Delight yourself  in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”)  As a child, I thought this was awesome-okay, easy enough, I believe in Jesus, He gives me everything I want! YESSS! Later I realized, “Hey! If I delight in the Lord, my desires will be His desires, not necessarily the things I desired to begin with!” I want God to give me the desires of my heart, but I don’t want Him to change those desires. And yet, that’s what he’s doing everyday. Taking away the queso and giving me a pair of running shoes. You know what? I often don’t even notice that he’s changing things until someone mentions it. Dear Lord, thank you that you love me just as I am, but don’t want me to be a queso eating fatty. I want your design for my life. Continue with the overhaul!