tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337570912024-03-13T05:55:07.346-05:00Plans and Providence"O LORD, You have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; You discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways..." Psalm 139:1-3Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-83238959785013891202010-04-27T10:23:00.000-05:002010-04-27T10:23:00.518-05:00BlogPaul recently began contributing to a blog created by a friend of ours. Check it out <a href="http://www.thinktheology.org/">here</a>.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-70374978551195760002010-02-10T16:15:00.000-06:002010-02-10T16:15:35.637-06:00Download "Far Away" and Benefit Haiti :: Desiring GodTake a look at this video that gets into the questions we all ask when disaster happens.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/2244_download_far_away_and_benefit_haiti/">Download "Far Away" and Benefit Haiti :: Desiring God</a>Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16898203034467282237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-10983591546666312052009-10-26T17:12:00.000-05:002009-10-26T17:12:00.587-05:00Funnies.Twiggy left me this week for vacation with her Mimi and cousin, Bird. My mom (Mimi) has been updating us via e-mail about the trip and the following is a conversation that took place between the girls while having dinner at Outback Steakhouse:<br />
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<em>Contemplative Bird: “Why are there more boys in here than girls?”</em><br />
<em>Worldly-wise Twiggy: “It’s ‘cuz of the beer!”</em><br />
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This afternoon I was looking at pictures from Texas when we came across this one:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Frankie pointed to it and said, "Look, Mommy! A ladybug!"<br />
</div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-73722268265156952672009-10-12T21:53:00.002-05:002009-10-12T21:56:10.426-05:00Little Dude...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/StPr1q5lEVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Rsljc-y0I8I/s1600-h/100309_1314%5B01%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391912486174003538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/StPr1q5lEVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Rsljc-y0I8I/s400/100309_1314%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> ...turns 7 months and as you can see, he loves the Pack already.<br /><br /></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-31445659666071303922009-10-11T13:47:00.009-05:002009-10-11T22:34:58.539-05:00The Mind of ChristI love that I serve the living God, who is actively working in my life to conform me to the image of His Son!<br /><br />For no apparent reason, I woke up this morning with a heart that was heavy over the selfishness that oozes out of my life. I complain because I am selfish. I snap at my husband and my children because I am selfish. I am critical of those around me because I am selfish.<br /><br />All these thoughts were running through my mind throughout the course of the morning, and little did I know that God was preparing me for what the He wanted me to hear this morning at church.<br /><br />The missionary who spoke this morning read from Philippians chapter two:<br /><br /><em>So, if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry of conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves....Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus....</em><br /><br />How priceless it would be to live a life with that mindset! What if I were to fully embrace the plans God has for my family knowing that He is in complete control and knows where He wants us (as opposed to complaining that they are not what I want)? What if I treated my family as I ought to treat them? Or what if I truly lived out this passage as it relates to those of whom I am now critical<em>? Do nothing out of rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves....</em><br /><em></em><br />These are such simple truths, but today they had a profound impact on me. I truly want the Lord to transform me. I am confident that He will.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-81730504294312619032009-10-09T00:07:00.003-05:002009-10-09T08:34:43.687-05:00My Compassionate Little Fly GuyWith the weather getting colder a countless number of flies have sought refuge in the warmth of our home only to discover Rocky, our four-year-old, on a mission to "slay dragons" for his mommy. Or in this case, flies.<br /><br />Rocky will swat flies anywhere, whether they land in his sister's breakfast bowl or on his brother's head, it makes no difference. If they are in our house, he will hunt them down.<br /><br />While on this morning's hunt he found a few flies trapped between the screen and the pane of our living room window. After a few minutes of trying to reach them with his orange fly swatter, he sighed.<br /><br />"Oh, the poor little fellas!" he exclaimed. "They'll die in there!"Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-83465218493619709612009-10-04T21:01:00.002-05:002009-10-04T21:03:46.308-05:00Beware of Lion!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/SslT9D8MYpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uWWUB2Uwdwg/s1600-h/P9240122-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388930737620411026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/SslT9D8MYpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uWWUB2Uwdwg/s400/P9240122-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-47270023465404111232009-10-01T14:10:00.005-05:002009-10-02T16:30:57.384-05:00Promises<em>After this many of His disciples turned back and no longer walked with Him. So Jesus said to the twelve, "Do you want to go away as well?" Simon Peter answered Him, "Lord to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life..."</em><br /><em></em><br />I love this passage because it so much echoes the cry of my heart right now. When I read passages like that in Matthew 24 where Christ tells us that we "will be hated by <em>all</em> nations for My Name's sake" I kind of feel claustrophobic as I think about how truly tangible this is, not just where we live as a family, but all over the world. I mean, <em>really</em>! Is following Christ really worth the promise of ridicule, hatred, even death? Life would be so much easier if I were to give up and be washed away in this world and all the pleasures it has for me! In all honesty, the thought has crossed my mind on more than one occasion lately.<br /><br />But God draws me back (as He so faithfully does) to the Truth of this passage in John chapter six. Where would I go? What better offer is there? Oh, the world has a lot to offer me that looks so good, but what happens when it's gone? Wh at then? This world offers me neither salvation, nor does it offer me a savior. Not only does Christ have the words of eternal life, but He <em>is </em>eternal life! Christ makes this life worth the pain! <em>Oh God, help me endure!</em>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-87874211418931751902009-07-02T23:24:00.002-05:002009-07-02T23:47:22.067-05:00Rules.Being an oldest child, Twiggy thought it fitting to post a list of "Room Rules" to hang up in the kids' bedroom. She carefully wrote out each rule and then asked if she could type them on the computer. I said yes, but never thought to look at the rules she was writing until I heard her reading them to Daisy and Rocky. Below is Twiggy's list of rules:<br /><br />1. When you are don with a toy put it away.<br />2. Do not open the hall atic (two bats in the house is plenty).<br />3. Sleep ing rool. 1, blankit 1, stuft Animal or doll and 1 pill0w.<br />4. Cleen up any BIG messes befor heding down stairs.<br />5. Obay the Lord Jesus Christ<br />6. Obay Gods Rools<br />7. Obay these Rools<br />8. Honer your Mom and Dad.<br />9. Do not comit ad0letre<br />10. Do not steel<br />11. Do not have any other gods except the tru GOD.<br /><br />We may have some explaining to do concerning rule #9. Then again.....maybe not.Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-26369514288220604582009-05-09T14:38:00.001-05:002009-05-09T14:43:28.964-05:00Four!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/SgXcsIpsjcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sQNeYUuGhk0/s1600-h/2005+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333911984484945346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/SgXcsIpsjcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sQNeYUuGhk0/s400/2005+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Happy Birthday Rocky!</div><br /><div align="center"></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-90484961577290784712009-04-24T07:22:00.005-05:002009-04-24T11:19:32.340-05:00Twiggy's Concert<div align="center">Although we homeschool Twiggy, she goes to the local public school daily for "specials" which include music, art, and physical education. Last night she was able to participate in the spring concert held at the school. The theme was based on a whole bunch of songs that define the music throughout the history of the United States. Below are a few clips from her concert. Sorry about the poor quality.</div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyK_jb9HT76V8-2Ya2B5QdoS0sn1gNp1jxUkLghvWp9UDqjya9Ngbp41s29KBLbfzgl_zDiL7puSUI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">"Elijah and Joshua"</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzftaO5lacNjV7s8q2aTOlGH1ub7oNQc2tvbe7nSx9349TMQluEv223IdDpvEapAIrGSfe6_rO6Dbg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">"Swingin' the Night Away"</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyaQo2I7G-RK2vG1w-gSl5TCclU5d8uTcpEUs28hkccVaDXsA4bienr14jc88fu3qkSqf3o-wAD7jI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Here is Twiggy and a friend singing "Old Dan Tucker". My battery went dead before I could record the concert of is so they agreed to perform it again.</p>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-12532417439099853962009-04-01T15:34:00.008-05:002009-04-01T16:43:18.307-05:00Breaking the Silence.You know, keeping up with a blog on a regular basis is much easier than letting it go for a while and <em>trying </em>to start up again. After eight months of silence, where in the world do you begin?<br /><br />I could start by announcing to our handful of readers (although I'm sure they are already aware) that we just recently had our fifth child, a boy whom we'll call Dude.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826627349212386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/SdPSIcXQbOI/AAAAAAAAAsw/9qeqqB2sA78/s400/100_1598.JPG" border="0" /> He's a sweet little guy and is greatly loved by all of his siblings, especially Frankie who will push the others out of the way while yelling, "My baby!" <p>We are currently back in my hometown after 8 months of excellent training with To Every Tribe Ministries. We loved our time down in Southern Texas and made some wonderful (and hopefully life-long lasting) friendships with the people there. Now we are pursuing whatever the Lord puts in front of us, which includes more schooling for Paul. Along with working full time, he has also been able to get involved tutoring immigrants on a weekly basis and is loving it!</p><p>I have been busy at home and I am enjoying having five kids. Yes, mothering five kids has its challenges, especially when you throw meals, dishes, laundry, school, etc....etc....etc....into the mix, but I mostly love it! I say mostly because there is nothing that teaches me how sinful I really am like having kids! Ugh!</p><p>So, this is our life, in a very small nutshell. If you need me to fill in any details please feel free to ask. I'm not making any promises, but we'll see where this post takes us.</p>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-44936496093888028112008-07-01T12:30:00.002-05:002008-07-01T12:35:37.519-05:00What's Providence?<a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/1289_the_advantages_of_providence">Here</a> is a great article on the examples of God's providence in scripture.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16898203034467282237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-47260234641827779642008-06-19T13:35:00.012-05:002008-06-19T16:32:26.071-05:00Medical/Dental Clinic in Jicaral<div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SFrBe5YkH_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0k8SxJ1yuaA/s1600-h/071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213692255178858482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SFrBe5YkH_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0k8SxJ1yuaA/s320/071.JPG" width="257" border="0" /></a> From May 25-June 5 I was with a team as part of our training at the CPCP(Center for Pioneer Church Planting) with TETM(To Every Tribe Ministries). The purpose of the trip was to do a Medical/Dental clinic in Jicaral, a village in Oaxaca, Mexico deep into the mountains. This was the first opportunity for the students to put the basic dentistry training to practice. It was a bit harder to do a filling on a squirming 5 year old than it was with the maniquine in class!<br />The medical and dental clinics have been a great avenue for building relationships with the people for the purpose of sharing the gospel. The language spoken by the Coicoyan people of Jicaral is a form of Mixteco. In order to communicate we usually needed double translation from English to Spanish to Mixteco. The longer we were there the more we found that the people can understand Spanish but aren't very quick to speak it.<br />In the past, the people of Jicaral have been wary of outside influence as remote villages often are. In particular they have been resistant to the gospel. Several years ago a Mexican church planter was run out of the area. When some of the villagers found out where he lived they went to find him. He wasn't home but his wife was and they slit her throat. Because of the dangers the TETM trips have used a team approach and have focused on using the medical and dental clinics to gain the people's trust.<br />Slowly the receptivity has increased over the past 5+ years as teams have gone in. This year the people seemed to be comfortable with us being there. We were able to play soccer with the kids, speak to several of the parents about the gospel(while their children were receiving fluoride treatments), and even hold their babies! The response to the gospel was one of indifference, but we are praying that that will change.<br />Before we left the leader of the village asked us several times about sending an English teacher for their school! This may be an opportunity for the beginning of a church planting team among the Coicoyan people. Would you pray that the details would come together for a team to be able to live there permanently? There is also one known Coicoyan believer who lives about a four hour drive away who is interested in helping planting a church among his people. Ask the Lord to give him the courage to follow the Spirit's leading in spite of cultural pressure against it.<br />Here are a few pics of the trip. Enjoy and keep praying for us!<br /><div><div>Our training will be done in August and then we will be doing some travelling to raise support for our long term plans in Papua New Guinea! Lord willing, most of our time this fall will be spent travelling in the midwest. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>On the way down to southern Mexico we had engine trouble that delayed us 2.5 days, just long enough to meet a fellow missionary that has experience in church planting among unreached peoples and is also interested in the Coicoyan people! </div></div><br />We had a doctor from Mexico (Alexandra) and a nurse from Canada(Kathy). North America was well represented on this trip.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213693202944041394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SFrCWEFZIbI/AAAAAAAAACY/npA9bJ7513Q/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>It was great to have Gerry, our dental instructor, along on the trip. He stayed busy doing extractions all day.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213701018669317682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SFrJc_7gfjI/AAAAAAAAACg/6HsvVYhByAI/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div></div><div>Josef and Lina Urban, missionaries from northern Mexico joined us for the trip. Their boldness with the gospel was encouraging. They're looking to move to southern Mexico to work.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213701885317517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SFrKPcciklI/AAAAAAAAACo/x_M9ebBBk38/s320/DSC02759.JPG" width="320" border="0" /> </div></div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213707987335499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SFrPyoO_zjI/AAAAAAAAADA/YBmCPAKUm_I/s320/IMG_5938.JPG" border="0" />Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16898203034467282237noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-4237469406782741452008-05-11T21:48:00.009-05:002008-05-11T23:21:29.947-05:00La Barra de la Cruz<div align="left">We just recently got back from a mission trip to a small village named La Barra in southern Mexico on the Pacific coast. This trip was part of our training at the CPCP(Center for Pioneer Church Planting) in Los Fresnos, TX. We were joined by CPCP staff and fellow students from the school.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Since we were the largest family on the trip we drove the TETM suburban and pulled the team trailer. I was warned to slow down for signs that say "tope" (Spanish for speed bump). Every village has five or six "topes" and sometimes the village is so small you can't tell it's there until you test your suspension on the first bump. Overall I adjusted well to Mexican driving, but I did have to let a few cars pass me since I was pulling the trailer.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199321068448648786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCey9u4WDlI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ur-FPIKPpNg/s320/100_3722.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Here's Frankie and Daddy taking a break on the way to La Barra.</span><br /></p><br />On our third day of driving we hit a road block and weren't able to move for around four hours. We found out after about three hours that the village blocking the road was doing so as a protest against the Mexican government that had failed to send needed medical care and supplies. With the delay from the roadblock we arrived in La Barra de la Cruz on the fourth day of driving. The village leaders were immediatley wary of our presence just as they have been in the past when missionaries have visited. They have a concern that the presence of a "Protestant" church will bring changes they don't want. La Barra has a great surfing beach that's becoming more well known; so they've become more open to outsiders as long as they don't have an agenda to "change the people of La Barra."<br /><br />Even though the village leaders have made it clear they are not interested in the gospel, many of the people are willing to listen and now there is a small group of believers(all women) who have confessed the name of Christ and also have a desire to meet for fellowship around the word of God. Please pray for Eva. She and her husband Rafael allowed us to stay on their land in spite of the pressure from the village leadership. Rafael is not a believer, but has been hospitable to visiting missionaries. Eva has been carrying a heavy load mostly on her own because of her public testimony of faith in Christ and her leadership among the believing women in the village.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199328013410766434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCe5R-4WDmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rEeK7CPzMjo/s320/100_3857.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Eva and Frankie(As you can see, Frankie was held pretty much 24/7 on this trip) </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Eva and Rafael's son, Jonathan, who is twelve also came to the fellowship times and listened closely to what was taught. He seemed to enjoy the times of praise and joined in on the songs that he knew. Jonathan is an avid surfer and we were able to make it to the beach a few times to watch him catch some waves. It would be great to see God raise up this young guy through the faithful testimony of his mother to reach the village from the inside! There is such a need for godly men in the church at La Barra.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199330650520686194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCe7re4WDnI/AAAAAAAAABY/SgYiGXk2ODY/s320/100_3827.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span> While we were in La Barra Hannah turned seven so we had a cake and pinata for her and invited kids from the village over to celebrate. Here are a few pics of the party.</p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199334253998247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCe-9O4WDoI/AAAAAAAAABg/ubHJ6YVRFOQ/s320/100_3885.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199334262588182162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCe-9u4WDpI/AAAAAAAAABo/BpTQcC2RYq8/s320/100_3884.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199334266883149474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCe-9-4WDqI/AAAAAAAAABw/cvWn5n0LNV4/s320/100_3896.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199334271178116786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCe--O4WDrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VzAwPSJ5s38/s320/100_3941.JPG" border="0" /><br />Before we left for La Barra we asked the Lord to give us opportunities to connect with the people so we could encourage them with the gospel. One way this prayer was answered was through the laundry! Keri and Hannah tried their hand at Eva's new wash station complete with a washboard built into a concrete slab. </p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199337312014962370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CxE60cqskQ/SCfBvO4WDsI/AAAAAAAAACA/zpE5m2vPvM0/s320/100_3868.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p>We are now past the half way point in our training with TETM(To Every Tribe Ministries). The Lord's direction seems to be pointing in the direction of Papua New Guinea for us so we are going to pursue that as we prepare for the future. Lord willing, in the fall we will be ready to hit the road to share our burden for unreached places with some churches. Pray for us as we prepare and pray for those who have never heard the "name that is above every name." <br /></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p>Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16898203034467282237noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-15571701451929517522008-03-29T11:35:00.020-05:002008-03-29T19:12:51.305-05:00Papua New GuineaOn February 15th Paul packed up and, with 6 other guys from the school, made the 30-hour trip to Papua New Guinea for some on-the-field training. He had a great time and learned so much! Right now he is 6 days a week in dental training, while working on a update letter/e-mails, studying...etc....etc......etc..... Although he could do a much better job at relaying the happenings of the trip, I will do my best to get our 11 faithful blog readers up to speed! :)<br /><br />(sorry for the last two posts.....I'm not sure why the first post didn't take.)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183209024877098450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-51JXRl9dI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_FLc7soP9EM/s400/CIMG1643.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">An aerial view of the jungles of New Guinea</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183215304119285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-5623Rl9wI/AAAAAAAAAes/U7Vm3HOozUo/s400/100_3215.JPG" border="0" /> Above Paul's group is packing canoes for the trip to Chambri island. On a good day it will only take two and a half hours to reach Chambri Island (the canoe part of the trip anyways).<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211859555513906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-53uXRl9jI/AAAAAAAAAdE/H7bvc_dMOWs/s400/100_3219.JPG" border="0" />Chambri Island: straight ahead. </div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183209050646902258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-51K3Rl9fI/AAAAAAAAAck/GdK5T-uYmZw/s400/CIMG1721.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Paul was the designated camera man for the trip.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211863850481218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-53unRl9kI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G4H2JMhW9ao/s400/100_3268.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">The picture above is the spring where Paul was able to bathe.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183215286939416274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-5613Rl9tI/AAAAAAAAAeU/v2q9DLmFpAg/s400/100_3524.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Paul preaching as David Sitton translates. The language they speak is called Melanesian Pigeon. The whole language consists of about 5,000 words and is a mixture of English and, I think, German. Paul said that by the end of the month-long trip he was able to understand a lot of what they were saying.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211885325317730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-53v3Rl9mI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ltR49DlYyIA/s400/100_3307.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Paul had a lot of fun with the kids that he met. One afternoon he was coming back from a teaching session and saw a group of boys playing by the water. He ran and jumped in the middle of them into the water and they thought it was funny. He then took a running start and did a flip into the water and they all laughed even harder. After he got out of the water, he picked up one of the boys and threw him into the water. The rest of the boys ran away.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkRXCMa9VOqJtsBWiOi_bp1-Sj4YbRcuZZbhp5eLrVS_CtRtbzsRsyOasIakt7Ay_JLW-ZclWueEg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211868145448530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-53u3Rl9lI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OJUKDH8Awyc/s400/100_3289.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Above is a picture of an Albino from the village of Chambri</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx2Y2SbnVmbk-xvgxeb0pVXbYeG2bv_-HM_tXS4w-IZGreBq_mDGFL9nSHGEGizlsrTrSuo4_1YEKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Many of the villages had a mumu when the group came to visit (see video clip above). This mumu, not to be confused with the moo moos your grandmother may wear, is a feast where the villagers cook a pig and vegetables in an oven made of sticks and banana leaves covered in dirt. Paul said that the pork was some of the best he's ever tasted. These feasts are a big deal to people who don't have much. <a href="http://http//www.hedon.info/goto.php/Mumu-ATraditionalMethodOfSlowCookingInPapuaNewGuinea">Here's</a> more info. on a mumu, if anyone is interested.<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183211850965579298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-53t3Rl9iI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bxQlujYwdwE/s400/100_3224.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">This is the hut of Machete Bob, where Paul stayed while in the villiage of Chambri. Long story made short, this is the man who went after David Sitton with a machete years ago, but by the grace of God, has been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214049988834930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-55t3Rl9nI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NH8rVPDb9X4/s400/100_3359.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Above is a woman named Prisca and her husband, John, and their son. Prisca was one of the first believers of Chambri. After believing she suffered persecution many years both by her husband and other men of the village before their eyes were opened to the Truth. Paul said her face shines with the joy of the Lord despite what she has been through. </div></div><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dygUO2pCYeHqUEXMg7WkeHvCcFnnM-WB2Mw0AURxbytCJjTuRHUZYaY0yPWnjEsFX9g_LL9hCK-Rvk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Here is a video clip of what Paul was greeted with while at a village<br /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183215269759547074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-5603Rl9sI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7PwZ_5KhUf4/s400/100_3514.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Paul with the mud man from Asaro</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214088643540658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-55wHRl9rI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FrtV_l8fqjs/s400/100_3513.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br />Which one is which??</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214075758638738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-55vXRl9pI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NjT1GIpA1eA/s400/100_3480.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">A church building in the villiage of Nupeha</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214080053606050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-55vnRl9qI/AAAAAAAAAd8/d2sdnIli9C0/s400/100_3484.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Alex and Paul showered with gifts from the people of Nupeha</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183214062873736834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-55unRl9oI/AAAAAAAAAds/mwTH8jns-lw/s400/100_3379.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This picture was taken in honor of the teens at Faith Baptist. We love you guys!!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183215286939416290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-5613Rl9uI/AAAAAAAAAec/zMgYAMOhRQA/s400/100_3546.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Here Paul is standing with Fred and Reg, two men from New Zealand who met joined Paul's group when they landed in New Guinea. Paul really enjoyed getting to know these great men and hopes to keep in contact with them. Here they are lifting Paul up so that he would be in the same picture with them (they are both over 6 feet tall) ;)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183215295529350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R-562XRl9vI/AAAAAAAAAek/9INVZfdoigs/s400/100_3548.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This shirt is based from a song that the people of Goroka sang together, "God is good all the time; all the time God is good" Not that these people don't have their spiritual struggles, but what a challenge it is to me that people with horrific backgrounds who have been brought out of the darkness and into the marvelous Light can say that about their God! We have that same God and no matter what He allows into our lives, good or bad, He is working it together for good to those who love Him...ALL the time! Please remind me of that!<br /></div><div align="left"><br />Paul had a great trip and, again, I apologize for the sketchy job explaining his trip. If you have any questions for Paul concerning more of the details of the trip, or if you are interested in getting updates from us, don't hesitate to e-mail us at <a href="mailto:pkpoppe@gmail.com">pkpoppe@gmail.com</a>. </div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-1253022487713025982008-03-26T21:53:00.002-05:002008-03-26T21:57:03.234-05:00Oops!I'm not exactly sure what happened with that last post. I actually posted a blurb and all it saved was the title.....twice. Thank you for the comments as I had a good chuckle over them.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16898203034467282237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-77789892719930311852008-03-26T10:49:00.002-05:002008-03-26T13:54:39.641-05:00Time PassesKerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-63232198370519062382008-02-06T10:14:00.000-06:002008-02-06T10:14:24.196-06:00She Sits!!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6nc3LvIONI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yDVpgaGwzeA/s1600-h/100_3144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6nc3LvIONI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yDVpgaGwzeA/s400/100_3144.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6nc3rvIOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wAtNDA-MMIQ/s1600-h/100_3145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6nc3rvIOOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wAtNDA-MMIQ/s400/100_3145.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6nc37vIOPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P2cLEX-MJ2E/s1600-h/100_3146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6nc37vIOPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/P2cLEX-MJ2E/s400/100_3146.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-54756073651863262008-02-02T08:21:00.000-06:002008-02-04T23:59:38.282-06:00A Weak Narrative of Our Day at the Zoo<div align="center">Last weekend a bunch of us went to the local zoo with our kids...13 kids to be exact, ages 9 and under (I don't know....we probably looked like we <em>belonged</em> at the zoo). We had a great time, even though by the end of the day we were all in sensory over-load! As usual I didn't get many pictures, but I will share what random pics I have:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163362738114148418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6fzDbvIOEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AC4lx4cDe8E/s400/100_3124.JPG" border="0" /><br />Twiggy and her friend Luke acting like Monkeys.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163362746704083026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6fzD7vIOFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/L8_CtbKDsDc/s400/100_3129.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">A monkey acting like Paul when he's relaxing on the couch after a long school day (I had permission to write that).</p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163362759588984946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6fzErvIOHI/AAAAAAAAAak/JdVgJHVWUfo/s400/100_3134.JPG" border="0" />Here are alllllllll 13 kids. The alligator is not real.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163367484053010562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6f3XrvIOII/AAAAAAAAAas/HZqMy-h8LwQ/s400/100_3130.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Here's Frankie enjoying her favorite part of the zoo.</p><p align="right"><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163367488347977874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6f3X7vIOJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/abz5PT8fruY/s400/100_3131.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">3/4ths of my clan.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163367509822814402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6f3ZLvIOMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nU53ChJC5sk/s400/100_3127.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The moms <strong><em>early</em></strong> in the day......cool, calm and collected.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163367496937912482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6f3YbvIOKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XEta7mK_tUM/s400/100_3140.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Rocky: I'm not sure if he's preparing for tribal missions or just imitating his mother (wink, wink)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163367501232879794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R6f3YrvIOLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oZ4FE9tRqK0/s400/100_3141.JPG" border="0" />*Twiggy and Daisy want all their friends to know that if they come for a visit they can go with them to the zoo for FREE!</p>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-45712418208945345602008-01-30T09:02:00.000-06:002008-01-30T14:12:44.679-06:00Announcement....In honor of our sweet Wisconsin family and friends I officially declare today a <span style="font-size:180%;">SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />We are thinking of you and love you all so much! We are praying for your safety in this weather.<br /><br />P.S. My Minnesota friends....this SO includes you!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-81998343652045994752008-01-22T22:44:00.000-06:002008-01-22T23:03:05.407-06:00Culture ShockThis week at the Center for Pioneer Church Planting(CPCP) we've had two guest speakers from the missions department at Southern Seminary, Dr. David Sills and Dr. Herschel York. Today in class Dr. Sills focused on culture in missions and specifically what it's like for a missionary to try to survive culture shock. The only culture shock I've had to deal with so far was on our honeymoon to Spain. We stayed right on the Mediterranean in the tourist town of Roses. What we didn't know is that it was a tourist destination for people from Europe. No one spoke English there. I can remember our waiter getting so frustrated with our lack of Spanish that he had someone else come out and finish our order! When I came back from Spain I understood what it was like to want to kiss the ground. <br /><br />I am so thankful that the God who has called us to get the gospel to the nations is the same One who transcends culture. He created people groups at the tower of Babel. He can give us the grace and love to adapt to another culture so that we can share the gospel. Will you pray for us specifically in regard to the challenge of adapting to a new culture? Does anybody else have a culture shock story?Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16898203034467282237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-61065217401235839972008-01-19T21:54:00.000-06:002008-01-19T23:08:36.650-06:00Update from Southern Tex.Well, my desire to update the blog every week is not off to a good start....but here I go anyways.<br /><br />Paul is entering his third week of training and he is LOVING the teaching he is receiving (which makes me a little jealous that I have only been able to hear it from his mouth so far...I hope to sit in on a couple of classes in the very near future). This next week two men from Southern Baptist Theological Seminary are coming to teach, so in a way, I feel like a piece of my brother is coming down with them (Hi Jason--I will ask them to give you a hug and kiss from me, okay?). I am hoping that soon Paul will post on the specifics of class and what the Lord has been teaching him (hint, hint).<br /><br />We are now beginning to get into a routine around home. The kids are getting to know the kids of the other students (which is a huge answer to prayer). We are back in full swing of homeschooling, which Twiggy has been able to tolerate knowing that her new friends are in their apartments doing the same thing. I am starting to realize that I am not on vacation and I'm getting back into the mode of preparing menus and grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, etc...etc..... I am enjoying getting to know the other students' wives and I'm seeing different things that I could learn from each one of them. They are a fun group of women.<br /><br />As for the near future; Paul will be headed to New Guinea in about a month where he'll do hands-on training with To Every Tribe. When he gets back, we will have a week of spring break and then, Lord willing, both Paul and I will be taking a course in dentistry where we will be learning how to clean teeth and fill cavities without the use of electricity--very intense! We've been told that when you get out into these remote areas of the world often times the people there will request a dentist even before they will request a doctor or a nurse because the dental needs are so bad. We are looking forward to using these skills, along with my nursing skills, to show the love of Christ to these people with the hopes of one day sharing with them the eternal healing that comes through faith in the Son of God!<br /><br />More posts to come.....hopefully sooner than later. Thanks for faithfully checking!Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-29127496823935802602007-12-20T14:59:00.000-06:002007-12-20T15:16:11.613-06:00Dear Mommy,<div align="center">I was wondering if you noticed something.....something very serious......<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVQ1DyXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xO5rKe22WxI/s1600-h/100_2881.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146163384030579058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVQ1DyXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xO5rKe22WxI/s400/100_2881.JPG" border="0" /></a> I do not like carrots.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVg1DyYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bu_asPx10L8/s1600-h/100_2883.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146163388325546370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVg1DyYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bu_asPx10L8/s400/100_2883.JPG" border="0" /></a> At all.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVg1DyZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5swfAtvCRkg/s1600-h/100_2888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146163388325546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVg1DyZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5swfAtvCRkg/s400/100_2888.JPG" border="0" /></a> When you put them in my mouth....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146164264498874818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rZIg1DycI/AAAAAAAAAYc/vQl3saPyngw/s400/100_2892.JPG" border="0" />I spit them back out at you.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVw1DyaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JHDn32Rs-gI/s1600-h/100_2893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146163392620513698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVw1DyaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JHDn32Rs-gI/s400/100_2893.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">I would rather eat my bib.</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146164264498874834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rZIg1DydI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8y9j_Ism9Hw/s400/100_2896.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Give me cereal or give me death....</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146163392620513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rYVw1DybI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ukcxoaze1cA/s400/100_2894.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">....but, please, no more carrots. They make me gag.</p><p align="center">Love, Frankie</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146164268793842146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA3HXAy37WI/R2rZIw1DyeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/hoI-7-_fUsQ/s400/100_2849.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">P.S. Don't worry, you're still my favorite person.</p>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757091.post-38605421721980844662007-12-17T10:14:00.001-06:002007-12-17T10:14:58.883-06:00Get Out Of Debt<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/cmAm8GNJ_IA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cmAm8GNJ_IA'/></object></p><p>This is a great reminder for the Christmas season. "Godliness with contentment is great gain." </p></div>Kerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14837187044490067594noreply@blogger.com1