Five Kids and a Credit Card

(Auntie Becca, that title is for you(-: )

My life has changed allot this year, especially the last month.
I am traveling with His Little Feet again this year.
With a totally new choir and a new staff member (my "little" brother Jake(-: ) as well as our wonderful new Tour Leaders Jeff and Becca, many things are different.
It has been a time of adjustment, pressing, growing, loving, prayer, repentance, seeing my lack and God's faithfulness.

I can remember one day in particular where I was just so tired and feeling so emotional and stressed and I thought "why am I like this? What is going on with me?"
As I look back I know that it was not God's fault, it was mine.

I once heard a story about an old couple who were riding in their truck, the man driving the women in the passenger seat. They came to a stop light and the women looked out the passenger window at a young couple in the truck next to theirs. The young women was all snuggled up close to the young guy with her arm through his as he drove.
The old women said to her husband "remember when we were like that?"
He answered "I haven't moved"

That is sort of the realization that I had this week...God hasn't moved. He's still being just as faithful as He ever has been. If I'm not feeling close to Him it's not His fault...it's mine.
So this week has been a week of refocusing my eyes on the One Whom I love and Who loves me.

He is ever faithful and good!

How Deep the Father's Love for Us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
(REPEAT)


Thank You Father, for Your love!

I Miss You Bereket!

His Hands

It is so amazing to think that the God of the universe would entrust anything as precious as these fourteen “foreign treasures” into these hands.
How precious, how beautiful, how amazing are these little lives. Like so many different jewels, each one so unique, yet all beautiful.
There have been many times when I have marveled at the precious gift that my Lord has given to me, the gift of serving Him (Mat 25:40).
Sweet times of holding a beautiful dark little hand during prayer time, rubbing my fingers over it's soft chocolaty smoothness and realizing that this is God's hand. Times of rubbing these hands laden with lotion over rough little feet. Times of using many hand signs and gestures to discus complex Spiritual concepts in simple child-like terms. Times of running and dodging and huffing for breath while avoiding the little hands propelled by quick little feet which try desperately to tag some part of me. Times of laying a cool hand on a feverish brow. Times of laying a gentle hand on a stiffened shoulder and asking God for wisdom in how to help them. Times of stretching out a hand to grasp a smaller one and help them to their feet. Times of putting my face in these hands as I pray to God to open hearts. Times of picking my footing carefully and feeling with these hands in the dark night through a strange house, as I accompany the little form beside me to the bathroom. Times of taking up my Bible in these hands and thumbed through the pages, preparing to share Truth with these little ones. Times of clapping these hands together loudly and cheering for the little group singing for Jesus on the stage in front. Times of reaching out these hands to get yet another tisue to wipe yet another dripy nose. Times of poking the little needle that is held in these hands in and out, in and out, working to repare rips. Times of drumming these hands in time to the music as my little ones sing and dance. Times of lifting these hands high in worship and praise to the One Who has given me all of this. To the One Who's hands these are.
May He ever be glorified by the actions of His hands!

Me And "My Boys"

Traveling with His Little Feet for the last two or so months has been quite an adventure :D
We travel around the US, going to different churches, raising orphan awareness, and by God's grace, making an impact for the Kingdom on lives both here in the US and around the globe.
Each church that we are hosted by provides us with "host families", these are families in the church that have opened up their homes to us for the time that we will be in their area (usual two or three nights). Usually it's two children and one staff member per host home. The two wonderful children that I had the privilege of staying with in the host homes this last leg of the tour were Eyob and Yohannes. Two brothers from Ethiopia.
These two have provided me with many good laughs, fun stories, hugs, and sweet memories.
Here is a small peek into our time together:

Yohannes and Eyob's first time seeing snow.

"Sharing the love"



Eyob learning about the US in a fun way :-)
Eyob intently working on...something.

Yohannes at the park.

Aw! Isn't he adorable?

Yohannes and Detcho playing a game at one of the host homes.

Eyob and Nahagi. (Nahagi and Detcho are also in the choir and are brothers as well)

To read a sweet story about me and my boys click here