Our LAST SUPPER

The day finally came . . . our last dinner party in this house . . . the one we have lived in since February, 2000.
There have been sleep over dinners, birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's Day, Easter, Halloween (watermelon carving), Thanksgiving, Christmas, and just special dinners for friends . . . the girls and their buddies . . . visitors from all over Africa and the US and Canada . . . and this was the LAST one.
Jim has been such a sweetie . . . helping pack everything he possibly can. He is great at it . . . always careful, writing things down, making sure things are not going to get broken . . . not stuffing too much in one box (one of my bad habits). . . but he got a bit carried away with the dishes, and glasses, and we had to go back and rescue some of those so this dinner party would be possible. . . God Bless him!
Anyway, the Area Coordinators for Africa are here (Bros. Adams, Grosbach, and Crumpacker, along with my hubby too), and Bro. Richardson (our girls call him "Papa") and Sis. Adams who came with her hubby (just a 3 hour drive - from Togo). The Sisco family was here, as they are part of our team . . . and oh those babies. . . sure do enjoy the hugs!
We had our dinner, not on the fanciest china (our melamime palm tree dishes and hard plastic glasses with palm trees etched in them) but the food was great. Sis. Margaret worked overtime to get this last dinner done, and it was yummy . . . at least I thought so . . . and enjoyed it immensely!
What did we eat?
oven-baked chicken
southern style mashed potatoes
whole-kernel corn
green beans
deviled eggs (our African friends call them "angel eggs")
raw carrots sticks and cucumber slices
cheese biscuits
devil's food cake with white whipped icing
iced tea/crystal light/diet coke/water
And the fellowship . . . we laughed together, and talked freely, and after dinner . . . we watched video clips of Melinda at school and away from school on various trips. We also enjoyed the IBC staff on their "break-away day" video - what a hoot!

God is good . . . He has blessed us with many special cherished memories in this home, and we give Him all the glory for this LAST SUPPER here . . . with special friends who will make the memory even more special. Can you believe I did not get one picture? So, my words will have to do . . . as you picture in your mind . . . the LAST SUPPER (big one anyway) at the Poitras house at No. 18 Forrest Avenue, Dzorwulu - ACCRA, Ghana

This is the last time . . .

Well, here we are . . . down to the last holiday celebrated and shared with loved ones in this house. We moved here in February 2000. Melinda was almost 12 and Candra was just 9 years old.

This place witnessed lots of great memories. . . birthdays, Christmases, Thanksgivings, and our own brand of Halloween . . . we call it FALL.

Since the girls were 5 and 7 and we lived in a different house in this part of Accra, we have made our own tradition . . . carving watermelons with great big smiles, leaves or grass for hair, and traingle eyes and noses. . . even ears!

Why watermelons? Because they are shaped like pumpkins (even though they are green). . . that's all! And we love eating watermelon too!

So, this year, we will celebrate FALL (in a country where it is getting hotter every day . . .summer is coming . . . imagine that?!) and eat special dinner with our friends and co-workers in Ghana . . . the Siscos. Then we will carve our watermelons, and share some laughs and eat lots of candy.

When it is all over, I will take down the decorations, put the leaves and corn cobs and scarecrows in a box, label it, and store it away.

We will never celebrate in this house again . . . we are packing things up. The landlord wanted DOUBLE the rent, and there is just no way!

So. . . we are closing another chapter . . . life as we know it on Forrest Avenue in Dzorwulu, Accra. For those of you who visited us here, next visit will be somewhere else . . . possibly in another part of the city . . . definitely in a different house.

We thank God for every visitor, friend, and co-worker who broke bread with us at this table. . . in this room. We praise the Lord for every lesson of school the girls did in these rooms and halls . . . tests, science project presentations, book reports, current events . . . the walls hold a lot of those.

And the giggles from sleepovers . . . dress up parties . . . photo shoots . . . and just plain "girls night out" time . . . we will not leave them here, but take them with us wherever we go.

Most especially, the prayers, devotions, table talk, special requests for loved ones and friends, Scripture memory time, Bible games and dramatic presentations, singing and worship, and the hours and hours of study and writing from God's Word. . . these go with us too. . . as we march forward . . . leaving behind walls, but carrying the memories in our hearts . . . forever . . . HAPPY FALL, Y'ALL!!!!

Another year older . . . and One More Together!

So much to be thankful for - especially the 24 years with my special man, Jim. What a joy to work along side him in Africa all these years. We came back to Nigeria just 3 weeks after our wedding . . . maybe not the wisest move we ever made, but we have been together . . . on this continent we both love . . . for all this time. So, THANK YOU, Jesus!
Is that a birthday present? Oh yeah . . . still enjoying those too. Special friends (The Siscos) hosted my birthday dinner . . . called it the "teeny bopper" menu (pizza, nachos, and chicken strips), and then blessed me with some very thoughtful gifts. My hubby bought me enough material for the tailor to set me up with a complete wardrobe before we begin our travels in US on deputation . . . again? Well, deputation number six is on the way and will be different this time . . . Candra (our youngest) with us for a few months (until she completes grade 12), and then it will be back to where we started . . . Jim and I . . . on the road again!
Really thankful I still have so much to celebrate . . . another year in Jesus and one more year together!

It's official . . . I'm another year older!

Is there ever any doubt in your mind . . . birthdays are special? As I get older, I appreciate each one more, but can hardly believe the numbers adding up . . . 50. . . 51. . . 52 . . . 53 . . . need I say more?
It's official . . . today is the day to add another number. I am thankful, and truly blessed. . . and have been enjoying all the birthday greetings coming via internet. . . facebook. . . Melinda's blogspot - first place I looked today. . . etc.
But nothing beats the hands-on greetings from my hubby (good morning hug and kiss, and a "Happy Birthday" as he ran out the door for National Board Meetings) and the special hug and "Happy Birthday" I got from Candra this morning too.
So, it is official . . . I am one year older today . . . with so much to be thankful for, and so many special folks (like you) to wish me a "Happy Birthday!"
God Bless You ALL, and I hope to return the favor on YOUR official day!

She's 17 already?!?!!!!

Well, there she is . . . our 17-year old baby girl . . . hard to imagine.

It is not difficult at all to remember the blond curls all over her head as a toddler.

I don't even have to try hard to see her walking around in every pair of grown-up shoes anyone happened to leave around.

She LOVED hats too . . . still does . . . and a swirly dress . . . that flows out when she makes a fast circle.

And those adorable eyes as she pulled on the coattail of men in the church asking, "Are YOU Bro. Pastor?" and then, "Can I give you a hug?" Got lots of PIMs that way as a traveling deputation family.

Seems like just yesterday for every one of those memories, but today. . . this vibrant, sensitive young lady lives in our house. She is caring and kind, and knows how to take care of sick folks, and little children too. When did this happen? Must have been while we were working in Ghana, staying busy, and helping her do school work (anything below 98 is a disaster in her opinion!).

17 years of the blessing of Candra in our home, and especially in our hearts.

We joined in the celebration on Friday, September 19 (the day after her September 18 birthday). And lots of her friends joined too . . . thank God for friends, and the joy of sharing. Wish you could have been with us, but thankful for your prayers and love for Candra . . . always.

17 already? THANK YOU JESUS!!!

A Day to Remember . . .

This is it . . . a day I will never forget.

No, I didn't make a mistake . . . I am not talking about September 11 (although that is a day the world will long remember).
September 9 . . . the day my world . . . my security and one of my lifelong anchors was loosed from this world.
September 9, 1990 . . . has it really been 18 years? I can remember so many things about that day . . . and some I don't have a clue. This is what I know. . .
My daddy . . . my special, wonderful . . . pastor, teacher, provider and friend was SO SICK!! Cancer was ravaging his strong, sturdy body, and causing agony of the worst kind.
He had been sick for 3 months . . . and it was getting worse every minute. Much prayer had been made. God heard, and He chose to take my Daddy home to be with Him.
I felt as though my heart was breaking. . . I didn't want to let go, but it was time.
I was there . . . holding his hand . . . on this day to remember.
It was Sunday night. My husband (Daddy's last son-in-law) had gone to the church Daddy turned over to him . . .as soon as he walked in the door from Africa.
Jim told all the saints, "If you want to see your pastor, you better go to the hospital right now". . . and they did.
We lived in a small town . . . had been there for 35 years, so we pretty much took over the hallways and waiting rooms of that hospital. . . but not for long. It was time, and God took Daddy home . . . as I held his hand. . . the last breath was gone.
I can still see and hear and feel everything going on in that room. . . but pretty much everything else was a blur.
The last thing he told me, "Take care of that baby girl (Melinda) and don't let her run out in the road." (This had always been one of his greatest fears about his grandchildren.)
He had lucid moments . . . even through the haze of morphine . . . and he would quote Scripture, or preach a short sermon (as long as his strength would hold out) and he kept telling us to "Hold on, and make it all the way."
Eighteen years . . . and every lesson I ever teach, every class I ever attend, every sermon I hear preached, I can hear my Daddy . . . in my mind, either telling me something I am hearing now. . .
or wiping the tears from his eyes as the Word goes forth. . .
or listening to the HALLELUJAHS that came forth as he rejoiced in the beauty of God's Word. . .
or jumping for joy that God's Word is so ALIVE!
He died . . . still in awe of the one who wrote that Word.
He left a love for that Word in my heart, and this is a day to remember . . . My Daddy . . . the one who passed His love for God's Word and its TRUTH to the next generation . . . that would be ME.
Thank You, Daddy! Thank You, SO MUCH! The day you left us is one I will never forget, and it is a day I will always remember how much you taught me . . . a Day to Remember!
Some of the things you used to say . . .

"Bear down on that when you pray . . ."
"Linda, keep your head screwed on straight, you hear?" (Your advice when Jim called to ask if he could marry me.)
"I hate to get 'em up, I hate to get 'em up, I hate to get 'em up in the mornin' " (sung to the tune of the Army revelry song . . .your favorite way to get me out of bed on a Saturday morning . . . complete with a tickle to the ribs)
"Neither is there salvation in any other, for there is none other name under heaven, given among men, whereby we must be saved" (Acts 4:12). (That verse was the one you quoted at the beginning of every radio program you ever preached or recorded to be aired.)

You lived well, loved hard, gave all, and finished your course. There are many days and times I remember something you said, or the way you would do things. But the legacy I appreciate most is that strong love for God's Word. . . I promise to share that with the next generation, and one day they will have something to remember!

. . . and THEN . . . there were THREE

The Poitras FOUR

(taken just five days before Melinda left Ghana)

August 4, 2008

Every family with children gets here . . . sooner or later. The first child leaves the nest, and the whole family shifts gears. One less plate; one less voice . . . heard in the halls and walls of the house; one less passenger in the vehicle. . .one less.
This is a natural process, and Thank God, it is not forever . . . just for a season and a time in life when the world (as you know it) is forever changed . . . different . . . in a good way.
It doesn't seem very good right now . . . today. She has finished two weeks of Bible school, and we give God the glory for that. But the adjustment is still going on . . . in her heart and ours too.
The siblings left behind . . . how do they adjust? Closeness is great . . . until it is time to let go. Then, it hurts deeper and lasts longer, but the closeness is still there. Understanding the pain, feeling the loss . . . so thankful it is not permanent . . . just temporary for now.
Mom's concerned about the wash . . . will the clothes survive? Will everything get lost, or put away and safe? Shoes in their boxes, clothes on their hangers. . . skirts and tops together? Hair fixed and things in their place? Probably not, but we tried. Someone else will plan the meals, set the table, and call the roll in classes.
The parent(s) left behind during the transition process . . . how do they feel? Left behind means left out, right? But no . . . not this time . . . except in the heart. Decisions to make . . . what do you think? Money to spend . . . is that really necessary? Where and what and when and who and why and how . . . did they think of that?
"Dad, I love you . . . and need you. . . and want to share my heart with you. . . and want you to know what happened today. . . and hope you are well. . . and wish I could give you a hug. . . and miss you so much!"
What about the classes? Will she be on time, homework done, studied and prepared? The foundation has been laid. . . the course set. . . the understanding clear . . . now it's up to her.
Calls on the phone (only certain times of the day & week) . . . IMing in the night. . . e-mails as much as possible. . . and many, many prayers.
This is how we go from FOUR to THREE . . . and God help us . . . soon it will be TWO!
This is how it works . . . how it should be . . . how we thank and praise God for our family . . . and then there were THREE.

Only a Grampy . . . or Grammy

Climbing Grampy's back. . .
riding on his shoulders. . .
giggling while he reads the story. . .
jumping up and down . . .
not really paying attention. . .
Can anybody do that?
Nope . . . just me . . . cause I'm so special to Grampy Poitras!
He loves to play with me, and he gets down where I am, or lets me climb up high. . . if he is sitting, lying down, or standing up . . . I get the best view possible! (Stephen Sisco tells all)


Want to learn piano? Well I did . . . but I didn't know about the practicing. Oh well, Mom and Dad help me with that, and Grammy helps me learn. We get extra hugs . . . I give them and she loves them!
We started this when I was five years old (I just turned six in July 2008), and it has been a challenge . . . but fun too!
Does Grammy teach anybody else? Nope . . . just me, cause she wants to share something she loves . . . playing the piano . . . and music.
I like getting stickers on my paper, cause music theory is easy . . . time signatures, quarter notes, half notes, forte (that means LOUD), repeat sign (that means go back and play again), bass clef (f clef), music staff (five lines and four spaces) . . . all these are great. And the cats on the keyboard (black notes by twos and threes). . . they help me a lot. I'm learning a new language . . . reading music!
Only a Grammy would help me with this. . . and we have a special day too. . . every Monday at TWO! (Allanah Sisco shares this scoop)

Only a Grampy or Grammy will do for some things . . . yeah!

One More "THANK YOU"

We heard from our friends in Malawi . . . their 13 year old son is seriously ill . . . needs a medivac to South Africa . . . now he's in a coma. Oh God, hear our prayer!

Now he's in South Africa (a miracle in itself with all the possible delays) but still in a drug-induced coma . . . "Hold him close in your arms, Jesus. . . and his family too!"

God loves our children . . . and He heard our prayers . . . Timo Simoneaux is improving . . . awake . . . alert . . . able to move although weak . . . "Thank You, Jesus!"

All this trauma taking place so close to home (he's an MK) . . . and yet so far. . .

And as we prepare . . . packing lockers, luggage, and document folders . . . sorting through stuff to keep ("Please, bring it later, Mom"); stuff to give away ("I won't use that in US"); and stuff to take with us ("I need that at IBC") . . . we can shout "HALLELUJAH" because . . .

So many reasons to give God glory . . . I just want to add one more. . .

Living in Africa all their lives (from seven weeks old) until this weekend when we will begin our "empty nest" experience . . . our girls have never suffered severe physical trauma of any type . . . TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

He heard our prayers (and yours too), He has been faithful . . . and I know He will continue to do, "exceeding, abundantly, above all that we ask or think . . ."

He has blessed and kept us from all harm and danger, and seen us through every sickness or distress. What a MIGHTY GOD we serve! We give Him ALL the glory . . . and add just ONE MORE THANK YOU!!!

Extra. . . Extra . . . Extra-ordinary

Special invitation . . . special family. . . and special day.

Sunday, July 27, 2008 saw the Poitras family in a town about 2 hours from Accra, with some great folks. Rev. Mac Ewudzie-Sampson and his sweet wife, Sis. Comfort extended the invitation. Their children, Jeremiah, Beatrice, Else, and Mac, Jr. were all present. This is rare, since the children are all studying in various parts of the country.

They were all home to help celebrate Jeremiah's completion of his Bachelor of Science Degree . . . HALLELUJAH!

Knowing that Melinda was leaving was another reason for our celebration. These children are close enough in age, they have grown up together during our time in Ghana . . . and all of them are loving and serving the Lord.

My hubby (an extra-ordinary man himself) delivered the message . . . for the kids . . . but actually for us all. I wanted to share my notes from his sermon, as they were so helpful and encouraging to ME . . . I think they will bless you too!

"Extra-ordinary Minister's Children"

(Dedicated to six minister's kids present, pictured above)

Rev began by talking about these six children, and then gave us six points to explain their special part in all our lives, and God's special plan:

1) EXAMPLE - during their lives, these children have been used many times as an example . . . in lessons, sermons, and life. 1Timothy 4:12 tells them to be an example to believers . . . in speech, faith, life, love, and purity.

2) EXTENSION - all these children have been an extension of their parent's ministry . . . all their lives. Now that they are getting older, doing things on their own, they need to remember that whatever they do in life, they will always be an extension of what their parents believe, teach and live (Acts 21:8-9; 2Timothy 1:5-6).

3) EXTINCTION - It only takes one generation for the faith of God to pass out of a family, church, and nation. Please, remember to walk in "TRUTH" because there is nothing more important to us (3John 4). 2Timothy 1:6-7 asks you to please fan the faith you have into a flaming fire of experience and power. Carry the TRUTH of this GOSPEL to your children . . . and their children . . . until Jesus comes.

4) EXPECTATIONS - Whether we like it or not, minister's children are expected to do so much more (or NOT do so much more) than any other kids . . . at church or anywhere else. 1Timothy 3:5 explains why . . . pastors have to control/handle/lead their family well, or they are not qualified to lead the church of God.

5) EXPERIENCE - Romans 5:3-4, NLT - "We can rejoice too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation."

Do these kids ever have experience! They have been through things that most people have never imagined. . . and just think . . . God was doing it to prepare them for something SPECIAL in His kingdom.

The "School of Hard Knocks" is not an easy place to attend, but it sure does help you with life. As Jeremiah Ewudzie-Sampson testified, "No battle . . . no victory. . . no cross. . . no crown." (Bachelor's degrees always come with a price . . . and I don't mean money.)

6) EXCEL - God has given these "extra-ordinary minister's children" the ability to be successful in whatever they decide to do. They will NEVER BE DEFEATED if they follow where God leads, using what God has already taught them.

(Hebrews 11:4) - Yes, there will be sacrifice, but a MORE EXCELLENT sacrifice.

1 Corinthians 15:58, NLT - They will remain firm, immovable, superior, excelling, doing MORE than ENOUGH in God's Service; KNOWING and BEING continually aware that their labor in Jesus is NEVER useless . . . they have been prepared for something "extra-ordinary."

"True confession . . ."

"True confession is good for the soul." I can still hear my 8th grade math teacher saying that, as he asked who had done their homework. Today, I need to share this confession from my heart. Maybe it will help one of you too.

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Well, I did it again . . . opened my mouth and inserted my foot. As a kid, this was the transgression that brought the most disaproval . . . and punishment. You would think old folks would get the picture, but . . . here I am . . . still. As a parent . . . well it is inexcusable, but happens more than I would like it to.

Do you ever feel like you are a total flop as a parent? I DO!
Do you ever wish you could go back and erase the day. . . starting from the top? I DO!
Do you ever wonder how you could make things better, and different? I DO!

Well, today was one of those days, and God blessed me with the answer. It is so amazing how very relevant & present His Word is. . . and He proved it once again . . . just now . . . today.

I was working on children's ministry materials (go figure). Coincidence? I don't think so. There it was, hitting me between the eyes, "The Fruit of the Spirit." I know what that is, and have seen it growing in my life, but God, help me see it growing more. I need MORE fruit!

You know,
Love, that stuff that IS God. . .
Joy, that you have deep in your heart, no matter how sad you are. . .
Peace, the thing that lets you sleep at night, when there is chaos all around. . .
Longsuffering, the thing you get from tribulation . . . if you allow the Holy Ghost to work. . .
Gentleness, the way you should treat everybody, no matter how they treat you first. . .
Goodness, the nice things you do just because God said so. . .
Kindness, the thing that makes you help the needy just because they need you to. . .
Temperance, that moderation thing . . . everything in balance. . .
Faith, the determination to follow in God's footsteps, always pressing on, even when you can't see why or where or when . . .

And just when my prayer meeting ended for more of that precious spiritual fruit, I began looking for the verse where Paul reminds the Corinthians to: "Follow me . . . because I am following Christ" (1Corinthians 11:1). Well, that was it . . . time for me to stop, "We need another talk, Lord."

I am supposed to be the example here, but am I? Not always, so . . . help me God.
I am supposed to be following Christ with every decision and action, but am I? Not always, so . . . help me God.

Then, my hubby (who knows me better than anyone remaining on this earth) sent me a message. He found it online (somebody named Fleta Robinson in His Way News), and it was perfect, using 1 Corinthians 11:1, thatI had been working with. It talked about God's grace, in a version I did not recognize, but that spoke straight to my heart:

"I am always thankful to God for . . . the gift of His grace . . . He has enriched your whole lives, from the words of your lips to the understanding in your hearts . . . He will keep you steadfast in the faith to the end . . . God is utterly dependable, and it is He who has called you into fellowship with His Son Jesus Christ, our Lord."

Can I get an "AMEN" from parents everywhere . . . and maybe from their kids too? God's GRACE keeps us going . . . loving . . . living in harmony . . . helping each other . . . no matter what.

Now I have confessed to Him (and you too) I know I will remember this longer. . . and lean on it heavier . . . for HIS GRACE, HIS FRUIT, and HIS WORD are my greatest blessings ALWAYS. . . and that's the truest confession I have ever made!

Today is her birthday . . .

She would be 88 years old today . . . if she was still with us. I would have called her on the phone, hoping she remembered me, knew my voice, could talk with some sense. We would have shared

a few words, some tears on my part, and maybe some from her side too.

I would have asked about her day . . . what did she have for dinner? Did my sister come to see her? What did she get for her birthday? Did my gift arrive in time? Was she enjoying it? (I usually sent her a Gaither music DVD to watch or listen too - whatever she was able to do.) I always sent birthday cards, and most of the time, a hand full of pictures . . . of the girls, the work in Ghana, what is happening in our lives, the girl's school work. At the end, she could not even see those pictures. (This picture, taken during Jim's last visit, shows her looking good, gaining weight, looking at him with intelligence and still a little twinkle in her eye. I talked to her on the phone the day this picture was made . . . Jim and my sister and brother-in-law in the room too.)

Today, I remember her birthday, but I cannot talk to her now. She has gone to the place of rest she worked her whole life to gain. She has fought her fight, finished her course, and KEPT THE FAITH!!!

Today, she is not confused. She is not talking about her long dead relatives as though they had just stepped out of the room after a long visit. She is not suffering pain, nor brushing her teeth with toothpaste that scalds her mouth, because the nurses don't know it bothers her, and she can't remember enough to tell them. She is not crying because she just found out her Dad, Mom, brothers, sisters, and husband are all dead. (All of these experiences were part of my last visit with mother.)

Today, she is rejoicing around the throne. . . praising the one who called her home to be with Him. She is not sick, sad, lonely, hurting, or fighting the battle with alzheimer's. She is having a wonderful time . . . somewhere safe in the arms of the One who loves her more than I ever could, or ever did. Jesus is in charge of this birthday anniversary . . . and He does all things GOOD!!!

A Leettle bit crazy . . . but fun!

Well. believe it or not . . . we were all just a little bit wacky at lunch . . . in a Chinese restaurant (Melinda LOVES Chinese food . . . Candra too . . . even though their Dad HATES it . . .)
Don't even remember who started it, or how . . . just all of a sudden, we were all making these silly faces . . . trying to see who could make the best one (I think I won!) Sure was good to laugh, have some good fun . . . just the four of us, and totally wacky. Wish you could have been with us, but come to think of it, we probably wouldn't have looked (or acted) so silly then . . . and you would have missed these AMAZING pictures - HA HA HA!!!

Will probably have more days like this in the next three weeks, but . . . wanted to share this one

now . . . just in case.

Feeling tired, stressed out, just a little bit crazy? Take your family out to dinner, wear a napkin on your head, nose, or just put some chopsticks in your ears, cross your eyes . . . and BINGO . . . Welcome to the "Leetle bit crazy" club!

That would be us . . . and now you . . . whoopeeee!

A Blog . . . about A Blog . . .

Little kids . . .
Big kids . . .
Your kids and my kids . . .
All in between kids . . .

No matter where you live . . .
No matter where you go . . .
Kids are so important . . .
We love to watch them grow . . .

Jesus loves children . . .
Jesus wants them safe . . .
Jesus died for children . . .
NOW harvest them . . . DON'T WAIT!

Gather in the children . . .
No matter what their age . . .
Tell them Jesus loves them . . .
Show salvation's page . . .

If we forget the children . . .
There will come a day . . .
Those children will forget God . . .
They's leave and run away . . .

NOW is the time . . .
TODAY is the day . . .
REACH for all children . . .
JESUS led the way!

In case you're wondering, this blog is to announce my new blog . . . 123RAC. I hope you will join in praying for, working with, and reaching out to Africa's Children. Here is the new blog spot address:

http://123rac.blogspot.com/

By the way . . . don't forget your own kids while you are reaching for others!
We want to see . . .
God's Word . . . ALIVE in ALL our Children!

Surprised . . . SPEECHLESS!

Saturday, June 14, 2008 . . . a day to remember in the life of my husband, (Rev. Jim Poitras).
It was graduation day for ACTS-Ghana, with 11 students to receive Associate Degrees. . . Bro. Raymond Woodward and son Matt here from New Brunswick, CANADA as guest speaker. . . Sis. Colleen Carter back in Ghana from deputation for a short visit. . .

A memorable day, but that was not the surprise. When Rev. Nick Sisco began speaking about Jim's 25 years of missionary work in Africa, I sat up straighter. He had called to ask me the exact dates so he would be very certain to get it right - May 13, 1983 - Jim's very first time to step foot in Africa (Nigeria to be exact).

Then, Rev. Sisco motioned for the Bible school instructors to move, and they brought in a LARGE gift-wrapped box - almost as tall as Rev. Sisco himself. I was trying to guess what was inside, as was everyone else.

When they removed the top, there was a beautiful globe on a lovely stand. It both revolved and lit up from inside. Each country was made of a different stone, and the oceans were mother-of-pearl (or something that looked like it). I began to cry, and my husband was surprised - for the first time I can remember since I knew him. He was thrilled, and totally speechless . . . for about 5 minutes anyway!

The honor of finding him a gift that means so much, and is relevant to his burden and vision - and finding it right here in Ghana . . . well! That is a feat we will all long remember and say "THANK YOU" to all who made it happen - especially Bro. Nick and Sis. Pam Sisco . . . part of the great team working in Ghana with us.

There he is. . . surprised . . . SPEECHLESS!

Been there . . . done that. . .

Here's my girls . . . together one more time in Ghana. They went shopping (at our new mall - a real one) and found these Christmas headbands. Since Colleen brought enough stuff for us all to have "Christmas in June," they were actually appropriate and relevant - ha!

Colleen's visit (a break in deputation for her . . . and a real treat for us) was special. She flew away to US . . . yesterday morning (Friday). . . waiting in La Guardia airport right now (Saturday)for weather to clear so she can fly to Ohio and connect with her stuff in her van once more. Deputation, here she comes! Thanks for your prayers for our "adopted" birdy.

Melinda and Candra (both still fighting colds - coughing constantly) are getting ready to fly too. Yeah, yeah, I already mentioned that . . . once or twice, right?!

Anyway, I wanted to mention it. . . again. I am beginning the countdown of Sundays Melinda has left in Ghana . . . five more after tomorrow. (Since tomorrow is not here yet, we will make that six.) Hard to imagine . . . 13and1/2 years after arrival here, she is moving on, spreading her wings, and heading out on her own. (Indiana Bible College [Indianapolis, Indiana] is her first stop.)

I know, many of you have already let go of your little birdies . . . and are maybe even enjoying the "empty nest." Maybe, someday I will get to that place. For now, I am in the process of letting go . . . as carefully and prayerfully as possible.

I know, you may even be a missionary who sent your little birdy far away - maybe even further than I will. But that was YOUR birdy . . . this is mine. So, thanks for your prayers AGAIN, and if you read my blog, you will hear more about this . . . my process of "giving them wings."

If you have "been there. . . done that. . ." I hope you understand.

Come, Go "Mad" With Us

May 16 - the beginning of a "dream come true" trip for Jim and I. We have wanted to visit Madagascar ("the Island at the End of the World") for many years. We enjoyed visiting the Lemur Park - saw 9 different species. The lemurs are the little furry critters in the tree - a Malagasy original.

Jim taught Advanced Faculty Education Lessons for Bible school instructors. He had a wonderful time with these men . . . while celebrating his 48th birthday in Madagascar. I was so very happy he was able to make this trip with me.

I was blessed to share (and speak at) the celebration of the 20th Anniversary of Ladies Ministry in UPCI of Madagascar. Made some great new friends too - past and present ladies presidents posed with me in front of the memorial built by the church.

Enjoyed the scenery of the capital city - very different from West Africa. It looked like Old Italy - at least the pictures I have seen. Cobblestone streets made you think of another time and a different generation.

Had great fun shopping with Richae (and Jared too). They were very helpful finding things for folks back home in Ghana. (More capital scenery in the background behind our favorite shop.)

Got to be with my young friend, and long ago camp choir member - Paula (Clenney) Richardson. Made me feel old . . . but VERY BLESSED . . . to see her in missionary action in Madagascar.

"Delight thyself also in the Lord, and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart." AMEN!

"Home again, home again. . . jiggety jog. . ."

We made it . . . not sure how, but God was there.

Our week in Togo for the sub-regional conference was full of God's blessings. So great to see those wonderful folks from 12 West African countries . . . superintendents, assistant superintendents, pastors, even one national ladies leader (Liberia).

The fellowship with missionaries was awesome too - don't get to see them nearly enough times. Then, folks started getting sick. . . some with coughs, some stomach troubles, and ALL with fevers.

Not sure what swept through the place, but those left standing were much fewer in number than those who could not drag out of the bed. . . mostly among the missionaries.

But was God ever moving!!! What a joy and blessing to see and hear Bro. Richardson share his vision and burden . . . one more time. He always blesses us, and this sub-regional was no different.

We were totally blessed with Bro. Raymond Woodward's teaching ministry . . . always have been. The Word he shared will impact many nations quickly.

There were lots of other speakers, and great times of refreshing, and we praise the Lord for each of them. . . worth every mile, every tired body, and every cough suffered - ha!

Did I mention God was blessing? He sure was . . . and did . . . all the way through to the last session.

THEN, it was time to go home. Always happy to do that, but with folks barking their cough, and the fevers all around, it was not easy.

Got loaded, got through border challenges, then had to completely unload the vehicle - top to bottom. THAT didn't help the fever, achy situation one bit.

Finally met up with our driver, who took over the vehicle. Rev (Jim) laid down in the back seat, I got up front, and the girls moved to the empty Sisco vehicle. The journey home (road part) was blessed with little traffic and even some rain to cool things down. . . until we reached Accra. It was Saturday . . . everybody shopping . . . especially at the mall (yes, we do have one now . . . and on our side of town!).

Made it all the way to the house, and Rev went immediately to bed - straight as the crow flies. Candra too - without AC - too cold for that.

I rounded up dirty clothes, sorted and threw into wash as fast as possible - trying to outrun water and light problems. Made it through 4 loads - HALLELUJAH!!!

Sis. Colleen ran off to find some food for us all - chicken and rice - yummy. She got some pastries too, so we are set for the weekend, hopefully.

Sisco family still not fine, with kids coughing, fevers still high, and their Dad flat out in bed. Sis. Pam was holding the fort over there - just thankful someone was up to that.

Not sure what was moving around among the missionary team, but at last count, Sis. Colleen, myself, and possibly Sis.Pam were the only ones not flattened by it on our side of the river (Ghana side of Volta). Andrus family was suffering when we left, and Cantrells had been fighting it all week. Bro. & Sis. Adams were full speed ahead (Togo side of Volta).

Sis. Colleen flew off today - visiting the north - her friends/churches in Tamale. She spoke yesterday morning at the early service in Haatso - our newest church plant in Ghana. Then, we (she and I) were off to headquarters church for the close of the Ladies Week there. She and I were the only folks moving from our house - all in bed - covered up to their ears and eyeballs!

Had a quiet Sunday afternoon/evening - THANK GOD! Folks still draggy, but fever down some. Praising God for every victory.

Thankfully I was able to do a little more wash - got everything clean before the water went off this morning - THANK YOU, JESUS!

We are still dragging around this house, but thankful that God brought us home again . . . even if it was "jiggety jog. . .!"

The Youngest. . . here's the rest of the story!

Did I tell you I have TWO daughters? Well I do. . .
Both so special. . . and OH SO DIFFERENT!
One is leaving soon, and the other is concentrating on the goal of completing 12th grade in 6 months . . . HALLELUJAH!

Kind to her friends, caring to all of us, and willing to help and share with whoever needs a boost.

So much attention given to the one little chick flying away. . .

The other, nesting cutie may feel overlooked. . . but she isn't.

She's the one who holds things together around this house when someone travels. She gives her all to helping, and God blesses.

Friends? . . . she has plenty. They love her smile, her witty comments, and the fact that she works so hard to make them feel good each day.

I cannot overlook or forget my baby . . . always will be me baby . . . 90 years old, she'll still be my baby, remember.

Thank the lord for TWO . . girls of great distinction. God sure blessed when He sent another one to see.

Just wanted you to know, Sweetie, that being youngest is not a curse. . . Mommy lived through that too. You WILL make it, in Jesus' name.

The rest of the story. . . is we LOVE YOU!!!!!

No one and nothing will ever take your place. . . you are one of a kind, one in a million, one of the greatest things that ever happened in our family for sure.

WE LOVE YOU, Baby, and Jesus does too. . . so much more. . . so greater. . . can't thank Him enough for loaning you to us for just a short time anyway.

Hang in there, Baby. . . just a few more days, Grade 11 will be history, and Grade 12 on the way.

You are so precious, and our love is true, but Jesus has bigger and better plans for you!

Step out in Him, trust and obey, and Jesus will always show you the best joyous way.

The rest of the story. . .God's BEST is for YOU!

So Much I'd LOVE to tell her. . .

I worked on mail today. . . birthday and anniversary cards. . . graduations, sympathy cards, and Thank You Notes too. . . but I couldn't write her or send anything.

How many times have I started to address an envelope, or pick up the phone to call and tell her what was happening? Every time, there is an ache in my heart, because there is SO MUCH I'd LOVE to tell her.

She always listened . . . at least until her life was reduced to one room with a few things in it. Then, she would ask, but attention didn't last long. I still told her stories, brought pictures, and she would look and listen. I still sent music, and shared it with her when we were together.

I miss that . . . almost as much as her prayers for me. The broken connection with my precious Mother. . . it really hurts. She has been gone more than a year now, and there is a large empty space in my heart and life where she used to be.

But I have hope. . . she is with Jesus, and our connection is through HIM! One day soon, we will be together again too, and I can tell her all my news. . .

One day soon, I will take my oldest daughter and leave her with strangers. Hopefully, they won't stay strangers for long, but still. . . they don't know her like I do.

There is SO MUCH I'd love to tell her too. . . just need to make the time.

Tell her how much I love her. . . and always will.
Tell her how special she is. . . and always will be.
Tell her how much I will miss her. . . no matter how close or far away she goes from me.
Tell her how very proud she has made me. . . as her mother.
Tell her that I will always pray for her. . . all day every day . . . without ceasing.
Tell her that I will always be there for her . . . even if I can't get to where she is.
Tell her that I know Jesus has a special plan for her life. . . and a job that no one else in the whole world can do just like SHE can do it.
Tell her. . . Jesus loves her so much more than I do. . . and I can't imagine how that is possible, but He DOES!
Tell her. . . she will always be my FIRSTBORN. . . and that makes her amazing to me.
Tell her. . . I think I just did. . . and I still can!

Company's coming. . . Yippeeee!

Today is Tuesday. . . there are two baskets of dirty clothes I need to wash. . . water is off. . . the crocheted doilies from all over the house are clean and sorted on the couch, but where do I put them?

The bed in the guestroom is not made - those sheets are some of the dirty clothes in those baskets I mentioned. . . what to do?

I just completed one syllabus report for ACTS-Ghana next term. . . still have one to go. Need to get mail caught up. . . behind on birthdays and anniversaries.

Girls gone to the mall. . . Annie leaves tonight/early tomorrow morning. . . Ashley flew away early this morning.

Boxes and lockers all over the hallways . . . flea market stuff still there from before my trip to Madagascar. . . and what to cook for dinner tomorrow?

Will probably have late breakfast when CC arrives . . . will have to go to airport and hopefully have a nice pathway cleared out for all the luggage she is bringing with goodies inside for us. . . Wednesday morning will be here soon! Company's coming!

Need to get everything done for sub-regional Conference. . . but waiting on French translation of banner wording. . . hope the Adams got my e-mail and will respond soon. . . even though they are in Benin with a large group from their home church. Have to pack. . . but lightly as no room for luggage - lots of people in the vehicles. . . company's coming.

Company's coming. . . Bro. Woodward and his son Matt. . . staying in hotel, but will still be around house some, I am sure. . . Can't put all this stuff in Melinda's room, or just in back of the house. . . have to sort through it all . . . packing for here, there, storage and give-away. . .

Company's coming . . . will they care? We are off to Togo on Monday, so. . . company may be coming, but this house is a MESS!!!

I walk around in a daze. . . where did that go before? How does it look there? What do I do with all these doilies? Maybe I will put them away until AFTER company, as I can't seem to remember where I took them from - ha! . . . and company's coming. . . Oh glory! Hallelujah! ACTS-Ghana . . . graduation's coming too. . . but company's coming first!

Well, I need something to motivate me to get things in order, cleaned up and some of this dirt removed from the house. . . windows. . . ceilings with cobwebs. . . under the beds. . . under the couches. . . COMPANY'S COMING!!!!!

The generator is broken. . . in the shop. . . supposed to come home today. . . we forgot!

Melinda's dog died this morning . . . old and sick too. . . so sorry, but company's coming!

Car needs to be fixed. . . was puttering up the hill on Saturday and Sunday. . . something about fuel injectors. . . bad diesel . . . all of it is dirty. . . so annoying!

Company's coming. . . will we be ready?

Jesus is coming too. . . wonder what I'll be doing when the trumpet sounds? Sure hope and pray I'm ready that day. . . 'cause COMPANY'S COMING SOON!!!

Happy Birtyday. . . to our OTHER Daughter. . . Colleen

"Helping hands. . . that's what I want to be," she said. Did God ever hear that prayer!

He already heard my prayer . . . "Lord, I need help. . . with the girl's school, with the work of Reaching Africa's Children, . . . with a special friend." God heard that prayer too, and sent me another "daughter."

Sis. Colleen first came to Ghana in February 2000. We had never seen her before she stepped off the plane in Accra. She was scared of this new family, but God took care of all that, and added a member to our family.

Today is her 30th birthday, and we have enjoyed her "helping hands" for more than 8 years now.

She is traveling all over North America to raise her Partners in Missions support, but she has our love and support . . . no matter where in the world she is!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sweetie!

God's BEST, God's REST, and More ZEST!

(Rev's birthday blessing)

We Love YOU!

Your Ghana Family:

Mum, Rev, Melinda & Candra

My Sweetie. . . JIM!

May 13, 1983 - this shy, quiet Canadian stepped off a plane onto African soil, and God's plan was set in motion for a lifetime.

I wasn't there that day, but thankfully I WAS there in April 1984 when he returned to Nigeria again. My life has never been the same.

25 years is a long time to give yourself - heart and soul to a cause (the work of God in West Africa) . . . but it is only just beginning.

Jim is shy - until you get to know him better (or until he knows you a little bit more). But you would never know that from all the things he does for God's kingdom. . . for his leaders. . .or for our family. . . or the missionary/national team who work together in Ghana.

What a joy to know and love him!

What excitement to join with him to raise our daughters!

What a blessing to work alongside him for 24 years (September 29, 2008 is our 24th anniversary)!
What a thrill to see God use and bless him with more and more responsibility in our church around the world!

What happiness to call him "husband" . . . my spiritual head and leader!

What fun to call him "friend" . . . and to see the wonderful, creative things he does. . . especially for those he loves!

Oh what a special man he is. . . MY SWEETIE. . . JIM!

MY GIRLS . . . REALLY!

These are my two girls. . . Melinda and Candra. Melinda finished her 12th grade. . . Thank You, Jesus! Here she is holding her diplima from A Beka Academy in Pensacola. When we sent off for transcripts, they sent back her grades . . . all the way through kindergarten! I cried . . . was so thankful to be able to accomplish this with her. Some days, I wasn't sure, but God was good to us, and helped all the way. We praise the Lord for our girls - they are both really special, and have been such a tremendous blessing in our lives.

After a year of working as a teacher's aid/assistant at the AmericanInternational School in Accra, Melinda is off to Bible college in Indianapolis, Indiana - IBC. We appreciate your prayers for her, as God leads in a new area of her life.







The prissy young lady below is our baby - Candra. She is almost finished 11th grade (about a week and a half remains) and she will begin 12th grade in June. Plans to finish that off in six months, and be home with Melinda in Bible school by January. As you can see, she loves clothes . . . especially when she designs them herself . . . like this dress she is wearing in the picture. She designed it for Melinda's "Think Pink" 19th birthday this year.
God is good, and has blessed my girls. . . as He blessed us with both of them. It will be difficult to come back to Ghana and leave them in the US. . . but He is faithful, and will keep them both in the hollow of His hands. I know He will have to keep me and their Dad too . . . as we are more wimpy about their departure than they are - ha!

Yep. . . these are MY GIRLS. . . REALLY!

Getting through it. . . together

How do you say "goodbye?" Why do we have to do that so often?
Over the years, "goodbye" has been a consistent part of the vocabulary of our girls. . . us too, but as you get older, say "goodbye" more often, it gets more common. Notice I didn't say "easier" just something we have to do.

This is a painful time for our teenage daughters. So many of their friends are leaving. . . or they are leaving their friends. Olivia (bottom right with Melinda) has been around since we first came to Ghana 13 years ago. She has already travelled to the US with her missionary family for some needed time out, but that means Melinda will not see them again before she travels in August.

Yva (pictured at top with Melinda) and Annie (bottom left with Candra) are friends made in the past four years. But love goes deep, so goodbyes are difficult. Yva is leaving Ghana with her family - workers for the UN from Serbia and Australia. Annie is moving back to Virginia, US with her missionary family.

These are just a few examples of the many friends Melinda (in August) and Candra (in November) will be telling "goodbye."




I know. . . they will be saying "hello" to a whole new way of life. . . new friends. . . a new church environment. . . basically, in just a few days/weeks, everyone they know and everything they see will be new. . . different. . . and a little bit scary. . . or maybe a LOT.

We will get through this. . . by sticking as close together as possible. There have been lots of hugs, snuggles in the morning and at night before sleep, and plenty of prayer going on around our house.

There have been extra trips to the mall (yep - we DO have one now), more lunches out, extra sleep overs, and anything we can possibly think of to help with this process of letting go. . .

Letting go of life as they know it, and looking ahead to "all things new."

Will you join us in prayer for the transition our girls have to make, as we are SURE that. . . TOGETHER, we will get through this, in Jesus' Name.

Practicing Grammie

This is Stephen Sisco . . . my "grandson." He is 3 years old until August this year, then will be a great big FOUR. He is wearing the outfit we bought him
from northern Ghana (Tamale).

Stephen came to Ghana when he was 11 months old, and we have sure enjoyed watching him grow into the little man you see here.


Allanah was 3 when she arrived here. That is the same age as Candra (our youngest) was when we first came to Ghana. Allanah began school here, and is doing a great job of learning to read, write, and loves science a lot!This is her First Grade picture. . . isn't she a cutie?!!!

Their Mom & Dad (Nick & Pam Sisco) are very kind to allow us to "pretend" we are their grandparents. It is a real joy to get all those hugs and kisses from these precious little ones.

Back again. . . Still "TOGETHER"

Well, I am back . . . were'nt holding your breath were you?

Seems like I get this going once a month . . . maybe - ha!

As I get older, I can't remember stuff like I used to . . . at least not my blog address (had to get Jim to look it up for me today . . . heaven help me!) Melinda at school, so she couldn't guide me along the right path.

Been to Madagascar and back since I wrote here last. What a trip! The church there is awesome, and the people so very sweet and welcoming. A memory we will always treasure. Jim went with me! That was a real treat too, as one or the other of us usually travel alone. This time, the girls insisted they were fine. . . and they WERE!

The second day we were in Madagascar, Candra wrote - should have been a red flag right there, as she usually leaves that to Melinda.

Well, Melinda was sick, and Ashley too, so Candra was nurse and house manager, and school girl, and taker to the clinic for blood lady, and you name it! Bless her heart - she was a trouper.

No need to worry, I couldn't do a thing to help. . . except pray and try to encourage her. She learned a lot and did a great job of taking care of her big sister (Melinda home a whole week in bed, and really feeling rotten). . . Ashley too. Ashley went back to school finally, but not Melinda. . . vomiting, fever, the whole works!

Meanwhile, in Madagascar, Jim and I were enjoying our time with Chris & Paula Richardson and their two little sweeties - Jared and Richae. Richae will be 13 years old (a teenager!) in just a little while, and Jared is a very active little man (about 4 years younger than Richae). They are precious.

As for Chris and Paula . . . seems hard to believe they are in charge of oversight of the Malagasy church now - they are supposed to still be little kids - like they were when I first met them both. (Will try to figure out how to post pictures on here, and give you a few scenes.)

But time passes, children grow up, and . . . there you have my life right now. . .

Just a few more days, and I will fly to US and leave Melinda. . . hard to believe, but true. I am praying for strength, and any way I can help her adjust to life there. . . without me!

Yeah, I know I am not the only person who has ever done this. I am also sure my situation is not the worst one possible, but it is MINE. She is MY FIRST BABY, and I am sure feeling that.

The distance is new for us all, as we have always been a "Together" family.

"Together" in Nigeria at 7 weeks old,

"Together" on Melinda's first deputation (she as 18 months old), and welcoming a new baby sister, then

"Together" as we took Candra to Nigeria at 7 weeks old.

"Together" as we left Nigeria, deputized with a 5-year old Melinda and a 2 1/2-year old Candra.

"Together" as we moved to Ghana, started school with A Beka, and adjusted to a very different church and way of life.

"Together" on deputation with a 9-year old Melinda and a 5 1/2-year old Candra. "Look, we don't have time to be bashful!" was Melinda's famous quote to pastor's children as we moved around North America. Back to Ghana,

"Together" as we moved into a new house, and made new friends.

"Together" on deputation with a 14/15-year old Melinda and a 12/13-year old Candra . . . becoming young ladies together. . . finding it harder than ever to fit in to North American culture and worship.

"Together" back to Ghana as these young girls grew into young ladies, leading their friends, and gaining a wider group of fellowship daily.

"Together" as they finished their school work - Melinda so thankful for 12th grade to be OVER, and Candra working overtime to complete hers soon too (her target is November 2008).

We have always been "TOGETHER," but now it is time for some separation. . . and we are feeling that more than we thought possible.

I believe, and trust God to help us always be "TOGETHER" in heart and love as a family dedicated to HIM!

If your children are still with you, take some time today to be "TOGETHER" because before you know it, "TOGETHER" will be a memory, but thankfully, not the end. . . there will be more "TOGETHER" times, in Jesus Name!

Mothers R Amazing!

Mothers . . . amazing creatures. One day you aren’t . . . the next you are.
Some of you still aren’t . . . but you will be . . . you want to be . . . you hope to be.
Of course, Mr. “Right-in-God’s-eyes-just-for-me” has to come along first. . .
And he is the one you want to wait for. . .
He makes mothering lots easier . . . for everyone!

Nine months of waiting in no way prepares you for that first moment you hold a soft, squirming, “bundle of joy” in your arms. Bundle of joy . . . not always!
More often than not, that bundle scares you silly . . . what to do? . . . She won’t stop crying.
How do I get the fever down? Oh God, help me . . . he can’t breathe.
What do you want to eat?
You won’t eat anything I cook . . . can kids survive on baked beans and eggs?

Just when mothers think they have it figured out . . . at least a little bit of something,
Along comes baby number two . . . so alike . . . still scary . . . and completely different!
Teething? . . . But my first never made a peep about teeth!
Walking? . . . Not yet . . . talking? . . . Not until she’s ready.
If the first is a boy . . . and the second a girl – watch out!
And even if both are girls or both boys . . .
Suddenly it’s a new set of rules, for an entirely different game . . . sibling rivalry . . . did I mention baby three?

If sibling rivalry is not the issue, their basic differences ARE . . .
“Mom, do you like this outfit?” OR “Are you wearing that?”
“How is this hairdo?” OR “I’ll get someone at . . . to braid it, don’t worry.”
“I don’t care how you make it – you decide. . . OR “Here is the design for my new cloth . . . how do you like it?”
“I need more music CDs . . . maybe I can download them . . . OR “Would you PLEASE turn that music OFF!!!”
“I promised to blog every day this week” . . . OR “I don’t have time to write e-mails. . .”

Are you getting the picture here? How do you handle this?
You learn quickly to let each child be unique . . . and never, ever compare!
Celebrate the differences, but do NOT try to change them . . .
“Hey guys, this is not a competition . . . you are BOTH special . . . no kidding” . . .
All part of being a good mother.

Some questions remain . . . no matter when . . . or where . . . or how many kids you have:
Do you know Jesus really loves you . . . more than I do?
Have I shown you His truth and taught you His Word?
Will you live for Him all of your life?
Have I taught you to pray? That’s vital, you know. . .
Do you understand . . . you have to love Jesus for YOURSELF?
Do you believe that I love you too . . . even when discipline is what I have to do?

In the beginning, the questions come from mother . . . But give it a few months . . . days . . . years . . . and the questions make a u-turn:

“Mom, why are there so many stars?”
“Mom, where did I come from?”
“Mom, how do I put my dolly’s head back on?”
“Mom, where did Paw Paw go?”
“Mom, will we stay with Maw Maw for long?”
“Mom, why do we spend so much time in our van?”
And then the questions change . . .
“Mom, what is 2+3-4+5+7-6+9-4-6+7-8+10?”
“How do you spell, “different?”
“How do you spell, “extemporary,” and what does it mean?”
“How do I write a sentence . . . a paragraph . . . an essay?”
“Where do I get information and supplies for this science project?”
“Does x + y – 2x+2y = y2?”
“Who will be my friend?”
“How many people can I have for my sleepover?”
“Why can’t I go there?”
“Why does my family at home forget my birthday?”
“Why don’t I have any mail?”
“Are we really moving . . . again?”

As the years go by . . . like a speeding bullet . . . the questions vary, but keep coming.
It’s like playing a game of Uno . . where the questions keep reversing,
Now, they’re back from the mother:
“How do I let you go?”
“Who will take care of you so far away?”
“Who will make sure you pray, worship and get into the Word?”
“Who will be there in the middle of the night when you are sick?”
“Who will help choose the right clothes . . . shoes . . . shampoo?”
“Will you be able to wash and iron your clothes . . . without messing them all up?”
“Can you really do that on your own now?”

Mothers are wonderful creatures . . . with a love that is more than amazing,
But oh, our creator, amazing God . . .
Who answers our every question, who solves each one of our problems,
And gives the solution for everything . . .
No matter if you are the question, or the one being questioned . . .
JESUS . . . He’s all you need . . . to be an amazing Mother.

I Can't Believe I'm Here

Tuesday, April 29,2008

Well, here I am . . . blogging in the 21st century.

It's amazing - and my daughter taught me how.

She's amazing - especially about anything to do with writing, blogging, facebook, and all sorts of computer, technology, music, and various other stuff.

I have two daughters - one loves to write, and the other . . . . doesn't! Oh she can. . . really well, but it is not fun. . . so she skips over to what she really loves. . . math. Something about right-brain and left-brain, right?

Anyway, they both teach me stuff - every day - but today, the blogger is helping her Mom . . . well, BLOG!

I promise to have more to say, but today. . . I had serious lessons about how to get from the computer screen with all the icons on it, into this blog.

Involved the man of the house too, as he set up this blog . . . months ago, and I could never find it again. He had to pass by and help us with blogging info (I am sure there is another term for that).

Guess you could say this was a family project . . . teaching Mom one more technical thing. In this world of high tech, I am pretty low. But I love reading my daughter's blog, and hope that someday I can write something that will bless, encourage, or tickle your funny bone.

Tonight I convinced my eldest to teach her Mom something. . . and here I am!

Hope you read my blog again . . . looking for better days and more info, maybe? I hope so too!

How do you stop writing on this thing?

Just shut up? . . . then I will!

I can't believe I said that. . . on a blog. . . on the internet. . . around the world. . . I can't believe I'm here!