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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Blogging = Good Health

Have you all heard that my Darling Paul had a little stroke last week?  We suspect it had something to do with preaching 31 times in the open air on the first three days of 2017. 
 We have been very busy, pushingly busy for probably too long.  I've had a few little health issues of my own, and I have reached a conclusion:  If I don't have enough time to write an occasional blog post, I'm too busy!  It's not healthy.  So from now on, I'll check the life of my blog to check my own health. 
 One of the added busy things I've been doing, an unusual thing for me, was working on Evangel's quilt.  I rearranged our bedroom so that I had a little sewing corner, with space to lay it out on our bed,  and this became my go-to thing to do for the month of November.  My goal was to finish by the first of December, which didn't happen.  I was about a week late. 
 I learned new words like "shwe shwe" (an African cotton material, rhymes with "Hey, hey!") and the phrase "stitch in the ditch" and I'm sure my character was improved with the vast chunk of patience required to make a quilt.  I sure hope so! 
I learned the theory of mitered corners, though I failed in the application, I'm afraid. 

The Lord provided me with another Connie, right near the beginning of quilting.  I was in over my head with this thing, having no pattern, just some raggedy squares decorated by Evangel's friends.  The other Connie was at a conference I went to in October.  She went to my room with me, and in 45 minutes had me organized!  She drew a pattern, told me what size to make the squares, and helped me organize the colors.  She has a quilt shop in Texas!  I had been praying about organizing that thing, and once again, the Lord did  above and beyond what I asked or thought.

 You've got to grow in endurance, courage, skills, and love to make a quilt. 

And one grand day, it was finished!  I called my Mom, I sent a picture to Evangel, and I celebrated!  What a weight off!  Then I could throw myself into Christmas preparations. 

Josh is the guest appearance in the quilting plot, showing I did get out there and organize some fun Christmas gifts. 

Here's the whole Drawing Others to Christ team/family on Thanksgiving, and they're my main ministry.  When I'm sorting out "Love your neighbor as yourself,"  these are my nearest neighbors when we're in Cape Town. 

So if you notice the weeks going by, and I'm not writing, maybe you could drop me a reminder to take the time to blog.  I want to share what great things God is doing with us.  

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

People and patience

Five months is a long time to wait for a meal!  But that's how long it took me to make that one.  I'm shocked with myself.    When we came back from Peru in July, I told my friend Margie that I'd have her and her family over and serve them a Peruvian meal, never dreaming it would take me until November to get my act together! 

As if in punishment for my procrastination, things began to go wrong with this meal.  The main course was to be Lomo Saltado (a beef stir-fry), with a guacamole salad, (not Peruvian really, but definitely Latino), and some dessert using manjar blanco (similar to caramel).  Sounds simple!  What could go wrong?

The cake refused to unstick from the foil I had greased to take the place of the parchment paper we didn't have, the substitute dessert, alfajores, refused to stick to themselves and crumbled because I used whole wheat flour instead of white, and the avocados were too hard to make guacamole.  It was  discouraging! 

Josh came along and peeled the foil off the cake and it became usable. I added a little more butter to the cookies and they were OK, though not a bit pretty.  And we got a plain ol' American/South African salad with a little crunchy avocado thrown in for interest, or something. 

We had a good time!  The big thing was time and fun with Nick, Margie, and Oliver Collins.  Tim remembered they wanted to see some clips from a Bible Institute social, and that brought a lot of laughs.

  Yes, it was annoying when I thought my desserts failed, two in a row, but I've had things like this happen before, and I could remind myself, "Once they're here, it will be fine and worth it." 

"Keep Calm and Cook On" was the motto. 

"And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also:  knowing that tribulation worketh patience,  And patience, experience, and experience, hope"   Romans 5:3, 4

I just looked up Patience on my Bible on my phone, My Sword.  I need that virtue, and a little stress in the kitchen is worth it to see that virtue grow in me. 

Friday, October 21, 2016


I want to write to my Mom, and my sister and my sisters in law and my nieces and my friends Nancy and Margie and Pippa and Sharon, and I really wish I could write to Margaret and, and,'s time to blog, so here I am.  When you've got a lot to tell, a blog is a wonderful help.

I came back yesterday from my first real, over-three-nights ladies' conference!  Many months ago, my friend Hilary Ker invited me to this ladies conference.  I was immediately interested and excited.  It was a missionary conference intended to refresh North American missionary ladies.  I just wanted to meet all these other missionary ladies, and make friends, and hear their stories.  Of course, I had to check with our preaching/touring schedule to see if it would work, and Paul came back with a disheartening, "I don't know." So he prayed for guidance, and the Lord guided with a clear yes!  Yippee!  It was on the schedule. 

Hilary and I don't see much of each other, in spite of the fact she lives a mere kilometer or so away, but when we passed occasionally, we'd point at each other and say, "October!" as we were going to be roomies at the hotel, so figured we'd have plenty of time to catch up. 

Glorious!  I've been living with my three big guys in Muizenberg, and missing my girlies in Heaven and in Maine, respectively, so this was a great time of fellowship, or rather, girlowship.  Or something like that.  I warned the ladies that large overnighters with girls make me think of my boarding school days back at DCA and I might start acting like a high-schooler again. 

The worship times were sweet, kind of tear-jerkers sometimes, in a good way.  I had sort of forgotten I could be moved so much by music.  It was precious. 

We had a speaker who has been a missionary in Bolivia, Ethiopia, Spain, and now Ireland, so she was REALLY experienced and could empathize with just about everything.  She is Sarah Wetzel, and she gave us her book which I am reading as fast as I can so I can put it in my book club.  It's called Growing Down, and is good stuff. 

 I like the reminder I'm a work in progress!  This retreat did some good work on me. 
 The singing was a delight!  Just the right volume (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  That's remarkable for me!!!)
Every morning, our table was decorated with flower and American chocolates.  The Reese's were/are my favorites.

 Hilary Ker was my fun roommate. 
 The hotel had a gorgeous pool complimenting the amazing view of the Atlantic.  Sunsets on that side are special to us there because we have a mountain in the way of sunsets on our side of Cape Town.  The sun never "sinks into the ocean" it just goes behind the mountain without much fanfare, so it was fun to see it "sink" for a change.  We were only about a half hour from home, if there was no traffic. 

The food needs a mention.  NINE all-you-can-eat buffets in a row!  Temptation Ally.  It was delicious. 
Here's a peek at the hotel where the conference was!  But for me the highlight was meeting the ladies, both missionary and volunteers, and hearing their stories, and getting to know them.  That's a little slice of Heaven when we'll get to spend time (or eternity!) getting to know all kinds of followers of Jesus through all the ages.

After the conference, four of us buzzed over to an ostrich park.  We met and fed Tom Thumb, the world's smallest full grown ostrich

We got sit on a real ostrich too. How'd you like to do that for a living--people sit on you and take your picture.  But I guess there's not a lot of jobs out there for ostriches and some of them end up in a package at the grocery store, so maybe this one's not so bad. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

She being dead yet speaketh

Yesterday was a little rough, with lots of "gotta get there on time" tension.

We had to leave home well before six, to race across town to Paul's first school with him scheduled to speak at 7:30 AM.  That's normal, but all three of us had to go with him which is not the norm.  I made breakfast tortillas the night before, filled with bacon and eggs.  I made one apiece for the boys and me, and two for Paul.  Note to self:  one apiece is not enough for teenage boys.  So on top of other tensions, tummies were growling. 

From school #1, we raced to the thickest part of Cape Town, downtown, to the Absa Building, a skyscraper where we had an appointment on the 21st floor.  I wish I had a picture because the view of Table Bay is pretty from up there, but we had other things on our minds.  Finding parking was a priority, then the sprint to the Absa building, passing security in the lobby, and going up the elevator to where we get to wait, get told we blew it, and leave. 

By then we're late to school #2, so we have to jog across streets and sidewalks, all in the shadow of skyscrapers, back to the car, and head off to find this second school. 

Tummies are roaring by this stage. 

Tensions were tamed though, every time we got into the car.  We had Rosalind Goforth's book, How I Know God Answers Prayer playing in the car.  I downloaded it from here at  The exact page is this one. 

How thoroughly refreshing!  Hearing her problems, and the Lord's answers to her prayers, put our own pressures and problems in perspective.  Their family very nearly were killed in the Boxer Rebellion of 1900.  They were beaten bloody, lost everything they had including some of the clothes they were wearing, and were very grateful to escape with their lives. 

Just after one of the Chinese attacks, their son Paul exclaimed, "This is just like a Henty book!"  Our boys have read some Henty books too, so the 100 year gap in our two families was bridged by knowing we read some of the same books.  We follow the same God, we have the same goals to lead many to Him, and to make our time count.  Cool!  History lives! 

I just felt the tension seep out as we listened in between each rushing session.  And then today I got into a conversation with another Mom, telling her about some answered prayers in my own life.  It was good to look back on what the Lord had done and remember, and share with another person. 

I saw on Wikipedia that Rosalind Goforth went to Heaven in 1942.  I mean, Wikipedia didn't mention Heaven, but you know what I mean.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to leave things behind that could still be helping people all these years after death? 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

A Homeschooler's Nightmare

Imagine the scenario.  You've been graduated from homeschooling for months.  You're enrolled in higher education, and suddenly, without warning, your mother has an attack of conscience!  She is convinced she didn't do enough crafts with you when you were a sweet little homeschooler, so she calls your 6'7" self into the dining room, where your 6'5" brother is dutifully waiting.  There before you is a slightly juvenile craft. 

Choices loom in your mind (I'm guessing).  Is there some way out of this?  Should you protest, "I'm a man now?"   

Maybe that verse pops into your head, "Despise not thy mother when she is old."  That's such a good verse. I'm valuing it more with every passing year.

So with all good grace, you cave in and make a little glass jar to look like a Lego man head.  Because of the good grace, it's a good time, a good memory, and not an ugly confrontation.
Still, I imagine you hope this isn't going to happen too often. 

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Amigos del Peru

 Peru from the ground or Peru from the air, it's all fascinating.  I think these are salt marshes.  But the land is not my favorite thing about Peru.  The people are my favorite thing. 
 Marie, Cecilia, and Nancy, are in the super special category.  Nancy was my roommate in 1988-89, our first years in Lima.  We did a lot of goofy things together, and nearly starved ourselves as neither of us could cook much at all.  We each dedicated ourselves to learning one good recipe.  I learned pizza, and Nancy learned Chicken Cauliflower Skillet, which she never cooks now, and is a Young family favorite. 

Nancy and I were at Bob Jones together, in Spanish class together.  When I was making my plans to come to Peru, Mr. Frey, the principal at Fetzer Memorial Christian Academy where I would teach, wound up our conversation with, "Well, that's settled.  Now I just need to find a history teacher."  My heart started to pound!  I was satisfied it was the Lord's will for me to be a teacher in Peru, but I sure would feel better if I had a friend going along too!  I told him about Nancy.  She played hard to get for a bit, but eventually caved in and has been in love with Peru ever since! 

She did have to leave in 1989, for one year, so I moved in with Marie.  She taught me, some times with her elbow, more about loving my Peruvian neighbor than anyone else.  "Greet that lady!" was whispered, and punctuated with that elbow as I tended to hang back and be shy. Whatever she does, Marie does heartily, as to the Lord, and I love her style.  I could go on and on.  We shared a love for Pepsi, her dog, who added a fun short dimension to our home in Salamanca.  I had always wanted a home full of company, visitors, ministry:  LIFE!  and Marie had a home like that.   

Cecilia, in the middle, was 12 when I met her.  I love her and her family.  I knew her for the two years in Peru, and also when she came to the States to go to Bob Jones.  She teases Paul worse than anyone else I can think of, even his own siblings.  The two of them are quite a pair.  The first time we came to Peru together, Ceci and Paul lost me for a bit as they were playing hide-and-go-seek in the National Museum!  They help each other get in touch with their inner child, maybe? 
 In Lima, I had a wonderful church, the Iglesia Bautista de Salamanca where I went.  When we got together, with my "jovenes" (youth) group, we had to take lots of pictures of each other. 

 Here's a little glimpse of what I mean about Cecilia and Paul.  :- )

 The "youth" group is such fun to see again.  It's so encouraging to hear their successes, to see them going on in the church, and with the Lord, and with each other.  Lifelong friendships are rare treasures. 

 I'm expecting Evangel to take this picture for her blog (click here to go there) because it looks like it could go with lots of verses about gates and the promised land.  I thought of her when I took it.  That waterfall is from a glacier above the town of Arin.  The people actually changed the course of the glacier's run-off to get it to come down this side of the mountain so they could use its water. 
I got to hike up by the waterfall with Barb Whatley (whose face shows the most) when she was showing some visitors how to get there.  She also told us about some mummies who had been buried there in a crevice on the way.  Peru is so full of undiscovered mummies, she said. 

She was in Peru some when I was there, but we didn't know each other.  Please pray for her and her family as they're needing to sell their house and move from the mountains to the jungle.  We stayed with her for several days, and I loved how she seized this opportunity to share with a group of athletes in Peru for volunteer work. 

"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of them that bring good tidings...!"  Isaiah 52:7   They need the Lord's help and our prayers. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Glimpses of Cuzco

We are home in Cape Town, South Africa, after a
very special month in Peru.  It took us so long to get home that Josh grew another inch somewhere in there!  (He's 6'5" and I'm 5'6" so we're complimentary.)  We didn't have our Yellow Fever Certificates, only copies of them, so the airlines wouldn't let us on our scheduled flight from Sao Paolo, Brazil, to Johannesburg, South Africa.  Instead we had to hang out an extra 5 1/2 hours, wondering if we'd get out on the next flight, which we finally did.  We didn't have a Brazilian visa so we had to stay in the airport.

We missed our flight from Jo'burg to Cape Town, and we had to buy new tickets.  That was rough on our frugal selves, but we were aching to be home in our own beds and a two day bus ride had no appeal. 

Our first few mornings were jet-lag fuzzy for me.  Paul preached and drew in the Delft community that first Sunday morning, and I worried about disgracing us by falling asleep and falling with a thud onto the church floor.  He didn't seem to have any trouble with sleepiness. 

So we're far from Peru, but still want to share a few memories.  Our times in Cuzco never were singled out for attention, so here we go:

 We slept in this Baptist Church in San Sabastian.  In some ways Cuzco was the most difficult as it was at the highest altitude, more than 2 miles high, and we'd be gasping for breath after climbing the stairs.  We weren't very well prepared for the cold either, but the church came equipped with mounds of blankets--probably 50 of them, so that was good.
Paul's great height posed a few problems with the irregular doors and ceilings as he kept whacking his head. 
 There's always something to celebrate in Cuzco.  Firecrackers go off a lot!  We tangled with a celebration when we went downtown to get our Macchu Picchu tickets. 
 The bank was on the opposite side of the street, and we had to go weaving right among the dancers to get back and forth. 
 Missionary Eric Pardine was a helping us with this, as well as scheduling and translating for Paul.  We enjoyed a nice chunk of time with him, and his family, as well as their church family.  May God bless him and his family!

                                               Not your typical street people. 
 This monastery was intriguing to me, but we didn't have time to really check it out. 

 Cuzco has many markets and MANY kinds of potatoes!  Potatoes are supposed to have originated in Peru and Bolivia, and they have more potato varieties and more potato recipes than anyone else I know.  Hot, cold, frozen, spicy, and of course, Josh's favorite, deep fried. 
Purple corn is another Peruvian specialty, and the purple drink Chicha is made from the purple corn.  It can be either alcoholic or non-alcoholic, like a punch. 
 At night from our third floor room in the church, we could see these fireworks going off in the plaza de armas (the big square in front of the church.)

The Spaniards built Cathedral de San Sebastian up close before the fire works.

The contrast of light and darkness got me looking for verses with those words in them.  Romans 13:12 says "The night is far spent, the day is at hand:  let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light."

Let us walk honestly, as in the day; not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife an denvying. 

But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof. "