This week, I’m thankful for…..
- The fact that last week is OVER!
- A good, full week that actually went as smoothly as possible.
- Having our house back to ourselves after two weeks of visitors. We enjoy visitors, but I have to admit, it’s nice having the house back to “normal.”
- That our visitor was feeling good by the time he left Saturday.
- For our five new BCM Peru missionaries that were commissioned Friday night.
- For being able to have Thanksgiving Dinner with a few American girls this week.
- For the HOPE of eternal security.
This past week was CRAZY busy! I had school, babysitting Cielo, two big events, lots and lots endless baking, a (very!) sick visitor who was accompanied by a (very!!!) worried wife, a birthday party, shopping, and then somehow I got allergies thrown into the mix and some weird bug bite on my arm that keeps growing and shrinking at random times.
Our visitor got horribly sick Sunday night. The flu is going around, so we assumed it was that. By Tuesday when he still wasn’t doing well, he was taken to the doctor where he was told it was an actual stomach infection. We’re not sure how he got it, but it makes sense. He was, praise the Lord!, fine by the time they flew home Saturday night. He was even able to begin teaching Romans again Wednesday afternoon and finished strong Friday morning.
Wednesday was a day of Prayer and Fasting for BCM International. I spent the afternoon… baking. We had our Thanksgiving Dinner for the students Thursday evening so three of us baked three apple cakes each. That was a tiring afternoon, especially when Cielo got dropped off in the midst of it all.
Thursday, we decorated and got ready for our big Thanksgiving event.
The entrance to our Cafeteria
Each missionary family had their own table and then the students could pick and choose who they’d like to sit with so we could have the meal “family style.” I was pleased to see that ours filled up… three separate times! People kept filling it and they had to keep being told to make room for US (we were busy serving the food). I was flattered, especially since a couple tables were still mostly empty at the end of the evening. It sounds prideful, but can I just have a moment to bask in the fact that we’re loved and welcomed by the students?!
Our Family for the night
As you can see, even family pictures of those NOT your family don’t always turn out lovely! 🙂
The evening was really nice, full of special music from a variety of people. Brian’s English class sang, all of us “gringos” sang, a typical Peruvian mountain music group sang, one of the Bible Institute girls sang, and then all of US sang. It was a lot of singing. But, it was really nice. The special speaker was good. I ended up interpreting the rest of the service for our visitors. I wasn’t planning on that, but was pleasantly surprised that I could do it! Translating for our director was a breezer; I could basically translate for him word for word as he was still speaking. Translating for the guest pastor was harder since I haven’t spoken that much to him.
Got a lovely picture with my favorite little girl. Cielo looked absolutely beautiful in a dress Karen made for her!
Lisa and Cielo
Friday evening was the graduation ceremony of five new BCM Peru missionaries. I had been asked to play piano for two hymns and a short prelude. My “short prelude” was 20 minutes thanks to a broken down bus and on-time Peruvians. However, I haven’t played in eight months and since playing piano is cathartic for me, I absolutely didn’t mind and wish it could’ve been longer! Of course now, everyone knows I play (it had been a well-kept secret for a reason) so I’m afraid they’re going to ask me to play more often. I’m good at playing with music; not so much at reading chords.
Here’s a picture of the five young men we graduated Friday night. We’re so proud of each one of them and the hard work they’ve accomplished over the past four years!
Sunday was a baptismal service here at the camp for 3 of our church plants. We have one church plant that is in the Bible club stage and will become a church in February, Lord-willing. It was an interesting service. Our church plant team is not known as being the most organized of all our teams. 🙂 But, it was neat seeing the eight young people (and by “young”, I mean like 8 years old up to about 15) get baptized.
This week is Thanksgiving in the States. So far, I’m doing good. I was having a hard time last night, but then I forced myself to go to bed early and that seemed to clear my head. I think that will be the plan this week – get lots of sleep! We’re going to invest in calling cards so we can actually CALL our families instead of risking our luck with spastic internet and Skype (even though it’d be wonderful to SEE our gorgeous niece and nephew for, really, the first time).
We are also saying goodbye long-distance to a dear friend of my family. His name is Fred. Fred has been my dad’s closest ally since they moved to Pennsylvania in 2004. Fred is out-spoken and can come off a tad on the brusk side, but it’s merely his personality. He has the biggest heart/gift of an evangelist of anyone I’ve ever met. He has led more people to the Lord than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. He’s not ashamed of the Gospel and you cannot walk away from him without knowing where he stands with the Lord. His methods might be a tad old-fashioned, but for him, they still worked. He still did door-to-door on his own time because he was convinced it works. 🙂 And for him, it did. THAT is the gift of an evangelist.
When my parents went through tumultuous problems in the church this year, Fred stood by my father. While my parents went to Florida for two weeks to pray about the Lord’s leading, Fred organized a group to completely remake my dad’s office – just because he could. He felt my dad needed a whole new fresh start, and it would be a visible show of support for him. Fred funded it, supervised it, organized it, and was there when dad walked in Monday morning to the giant surprise.
That same day, Fred announced he was being checked out for the possibility of cancer. Within a week, he knew that the cancer was serious. Within a month, things had gone from okay to terrible. This summer, he went from “okay” to “critical” to “maybe he’ll make it” to “we can’t help him.” He has had a couple operations, chemo, a stroke, and a heartattack (during which they think he really did die and the Lord revived him – whatever happened, the doctor said normally you don’t come back from that on your own). About a month ago, the cancer was gone and we thought he’d be okay. Not great, but okay. Two weeks ago, he somehow took a turn for the worse and they discovered the cancer has come back and there is no stopping it. He’s now basically unconscious and we’re merely waiting for him to enter the rest of His Lord and Savior.
We have seen how God has used this time. His son who hadn’t spoken to him in years finally came around and they have completely reconciled and the son is coming back to the Lord. If I know Fred, I know he’s thinking that if that alone was the purpose for his cancer, he’s okay with that. He’s also, of course, witnessed to every nurse, every doctor, every visitor, every roommate since this blessed ordeal. Who knows what kind of impact that will have in the future?
We’re praying for his wife and his family, though. He’s her…everything. They complete each other and I can’t imagine her without him, or vice versa. He’s also been a good, solid friend of my father. If my memory serves me correctly, this will be the first funeral my dad has had to do for such a good friend. I’m sure it’s hard on him. He’s also one of our supporters, financially and prayerfully.
So, Thanks-Giving? Thank the Lord, we’ll see Fred again. He’ll finally look healthy and normal. He’s going where he’s longed to be for years – to the arms of His Lord.
We’ll see you soon, Fred.