I am Thankful

Tonight I sit in my son's hospital room. It's the day before Christmas Eve and I am thankful. My memory takes me back to just after Christmas, 16 years ago, when Nathan was born. He came a month early, surprising us while we were celebrating Christmas near Red Deer. It was fluid in the lungs that hindered his breathing. I vividly remember my empty arms, as I was discharged from the hospital 2 days later, never having held my firstborn. The next few days were a blur as we visited NICU day and night. While it wasn't the most ideal start to motherhood, I am thankful.

The last 10 days have been hard. With several (including myself) in our family sick, those last-minute preparations for Christmas never got done. With my oldest being so sick he couldn't move, my thoughts have obviously not been on the "to do" or "to get" list. Never-the-less, I am thankful.

Despite how I feel, God is bigger. What does it truly matter, if I don't have 6 dozen shortbread in the freezer? Is it really critical that I fill the stockings with "stuff"? Will the family suffer if I don't get the playroom's carpets shampooed?

I realize that I asked God to help me prioritize over this Christmas season. Gifts were simplified, spending cut, and extra-curricular dropped (not exactly by choice, but when the family is sick . . .) Christmas this year looks different. Still, I am thankful.

When my oldest was born nearly 16 years ago, because he came in Red Deer, most of the family could meet him. Circumstances were not what we planned, but God worked the details out. Yes, I had to leave the hospital without my baby, but it was only for a short time. New Year's Day, we were all together as a family.

Now, I find myself in the hospital with my oldest. In the 16 years of raising 5 children, this is the first time any of them have needed to spend time in the hospital. Amazing, really.

I am thankful. My son is getting better, he's going to come home soon. We are in a place where the health care is rather remarkable. The circumstances of this Christmas are a bit less then ideal, but not devastating. Who am I to complain?

It's so easy to get caught up in the drama of everyday life and allow unexpected circumstances to set us into a tailspin. God hasn't promised us an exemption or pass when it comes to difficult or challenging times. He has said He would never leave or forsake us. He has said His grace is sufficient, God gives us peace in the midst of the less then ideal.

I see God taking care of our family. I know that He is in control. For that, I am thankful

Extreme Heart Makeover--Mexico Edition

It's been years since I've watched the show "Extreme Home Makeover". I guess the excessiveness in which the homes were built ended up being too much for my taste. However, for some reason. I recorded it this weekend and watched it over the last couple of days. This time, I didn't watch it so much from the perspective of the recipients, instead, my eyes (and heart) were drawn to those doing the building. The parallels between the home makeover and the house build our team did in Mexico were unmistakeable. It didn't stop there, however, I have began to see specifically where my heart has shifted and my view on life has changed.

The extreme home makeover tv show comes in and builds a new home for a family in a week. Often it's an "over-the-top" home that generally stuns and overwhelms the family. The generosity is obvious, yet it goes way beyond meeting the family's needs (whether truly beneficial or not, I don't want to say). What is incredible is how much a focused team can accomplish in such a short time. More often than not, the team walks away impacted by the joy of giving.

When we traveled to Mexico and did the build, we had the great privilege of seeing a family's life transformed. What started as a hut with tarps and irrigation piping ended with a strong walled home complete with windows, door and roof. We were able to see a house built, outhouse dug and a family given hope in only 5 days! What's even more amazing is what this build and trip did for our own family.

I think the first change I've seen in my family is the embarrassment of how much stuff we truly have. There's closets and boxes and seasonal clothes and then the things we just don't wear, use or need . . . Ugh, it's time to be more generous with what we have, resourceful with what's around us and reasonable with what we truly need.

The second change has hit me hard. I've never shed as many tears as I have in the last 2 1/2 months. My heart feels like it has been laid bare, as I've been overwhelmed by first, the expression of love and support from our church, second, by the incredible people we met on the trip and third, by the heartache and need we encountered. I've shared about our church and friends (again, thank you, your generosity still brings tears to my eyes), and I've shared a bit about the people I've met. Honestly, if we could return to Mexico tomorrow, to serve with any incredible people we met, we would. Our heart longs to be back. The men, women and children we've been able to get to know are daily in our thoughts and prayers. We see how God is moving, we see how His love is demonstrated daily and we see the impact that is being made on the community.

Most of the tears shed, however, have been for the needs we encountered. Daily, our hearts were touched by the poverty, pain, joy, and heartache we saw. In some, there was tremendous joy despite horrific circumstances, in others, a lifetime of pain reflected in the eyes of the very young. We were faced with things we never thought we would witness within driving distance (albeit a very long drive). We don't even look at our food the same way . . .after seeing the miles of greenhouses where much of our fruits and vegetables grown.

We were asked today if the trip was worth it . . .the years of saving, tears, sacrifice, driving, stomach ailments, fatigue . . . yes, a thousand times yes! It was a trip and an extreme heart makeover of a lifetime!

All To Jesus, I Surrender

Surrender, it's just one word, yet it can make such a difference. I remember when I was preparing for a mission trip to India and God brought me to a point of surrendering all that was near and dear to me at the time (even to the point of asking me if I was willing to risk my life). It wasn't a quick and easy choice . . .it took me over a week to surrender all that God asked of me. As a result of those choices years ago, my faith was multiplied.

Surrender takes on a whole new level when it goes beyond yourself. Surrender looks much different when you are now looking at a surrender of your spouse, your children, your home, etc. I can't help but sympathize with Abraham (or Sarah, for that matter) when he was asked to sacrifice Isaac. What would have been going through his head? Did he ever fear for the life of his child? What about Isaac? Did he sense that his life was on the line? What an incredible act of surrender!

When each of our children were born, we had them dedicated. It was a touching time in front of the church, and what were we doing? We were dedicating (or surrendering) our children to God.
So, after that, why are we surprised when God nudges us to surrender our family to Him?

It was a few years ago that one of my children approached me and said very seriously that they felt that they would not be staying in North America long term--they felt a call to missions. At that point, I had a whole new understanding and appreciation for my parents when they allowed me to spend 4 months in India as an 18 year old (later, when I almost died . . .I am sure they had some second thoughts). Surrender, when it impacts the life and well-being of those you care about, is probably the most difficult.

What we fail to understand is that God loves those we care about way more than we can ever comprehend. Surrender includes entrusting that which is precious to us into the hands of Someone who can truly protect, teach, guide, care for and love far better than I ever could.

So, back to my child . . . after that first second of panic, I felt like God reminded me that His plans and purposes were much bigger, and I could entrust this child in His hands). Time passed, I truly thought that I had surrendered my children . . .until one of my youngest sons told me in Mexico, that he didn't think he should ever go home because there was so much work for him to do there. My heart skipped a beat and tears filled my eyes because I could so easily see him involved in missions.

Yes, I know that this could all be a long time from now, but surrender isn't about missions, it's not about waiting for your kids to grow up, it's for today. Anything we hold too tightly to can easily get in the way of us trusting (or entrusting) God. So what is it that needs to be surrendered? For me, it is whatever comes to mind when I ask God. All to Jesus, I need to surrender.

Power of a Picture

It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words, if that is the case, our family holds a book's worth of memories. As I sort through over a thousand pictures, I am amazed at the stories they hold. Even more precious than the memories are the hopes, dreams and prayers they represent.

Before our trip, we were overwhelmed by the outpouring of support and encouragement our family received. As we traveled, we knew we were surrounded by prayer and support. Coming home has been even more precious.

As we look back, we are in awe of how smoothly the trip went. 32 people were brought together and we worked with amazing unity. The team was generally healthy, no injuries were suffered. The 70 hour (round trip) drive with 10 children went quite smoothly. Border crossings and military checkpoints were no problem. Every goal we set out to accomplish was met and every person impacted to some level by this trip. At every turn, we could see God at work. When the team pulled into Ensenada, we stopped at a grocery store. A pastor from a local mission that we were to visit was there. It was more than being at the right place at the right time. Never under estimate the power of prayer.

Throughout our trip, people were praying and God was taking care of us far beyond what we will ever understand. Little details, like being done the house early, freed up some men to assist the church with digging a grave (not sure how it would have been done without the extra help). Even having a nurse present to administer the last few injections to a lady dying of cancer, as hard as it was, provided an opportunity to share God's love and compassion. By themselves, these (and many more) details may seem insignificant, but together, they are a good reminder of how God's timing is perfect and how prayer can make a difference.

So, back to the pictures, what makes them so special? These pictures are a reminder. As I look over the pictures, I am reminded of how powerful a dream can be. I am also reminded that the impact of this trip to Mexico goes way beyond our family. The power of an impacted life can make a world of difference. These pictures are also a good reminder to pray--pray for the people we met, pray for an opportunity to return & pray for those seeds that were planted.

Since returning home we've witnessed more answers to prayer. The lady from the women's shelter who wanted to leave? The day after we left, she decided she wanted to stay and get some help. We will continue to pray that the cycle of pain and abuse will end here and that her and her children will experience the healing they need. The mission we stayed with was in need of a truck. The one that carried equipment to and from the work sight was failing fast-worn out, even by Mexico standards (now that's BAD). Today we received word that a truck was donated!

We rejoice in answered prayer! God is at work and Mexico will not be forgotten.

Now . . . back to sorting more of these pictures . . .

The Power of a Goal

It's been over a week since we've left Mexico and the memories only grow more precious to our family. Mornings are strangely quiet as we wake up to radio music instead of the chorus of rooster crows (usually beginning at 5 am). Settling into routine has been challenging since returning--the incredible momentum we had as a team is now diminished since we've achieved our goal, built a house, made an impact. . . and now returned home.

In some ways it's hard to believe that we've saved for 3 years, traveled 7000 km with 5 kids and been to Mexico . . . we did what we set out to do. Thankfully I don't feel a huge let down like I thought might happen, instead, the passion of what shifted in our hearts is fanning something deeper in all of us.

I have to brag a bit about our team. Our common bond was homeschooling, some were cousins, some good friends, but overall, the 32 people on the team were not incredibly close before the trip, but once there, the connection went deep. Within 24 hours of the team being brought together, the bond formed quickly. We were here with a common purpose and a vision to make a difference for God. When sickness plagued the different members of the team, the loss was felt.

Highlights for many were our evening team meetings where we shared what stood out as significant in our day. We were able to build up and encourage each other, challenge each other spiritually, have fun together and accomplish so much in a week. (Hmm, sounds a bit like what God wants in the church, doesn't it?)

So what brought such incredible unity? We were from different churches, different school boards and all different ages. What drew us together was a common goal, to serve together in Mexico--build a house, love the kids, and serve where needed. It was incredible to see how God used each of our skills, gifts and strengths. By the end of the week, we felt like we had received so much more than we gave, because of joy that comes with serving!

Again, the question is now what? What's our next goal? Well, our hope and dream is to build off of what God has already done. . . there's been a distinct shift in our hearts. Let's not get so caught up in our own world, when there's so much need in the world around us. Our pastor has been speaking about how to be rich (not necessarily with finances, but with all God has given us to share) . . . how timely! We come home with a reminder that we are rich indeed. Our hope and prayer is that God will use us where we are to make a difference for Him!

We are Home now, so Where do we Go from Here!

Ah, there's truly no place like home! According to my calculations, we had over 70 hours of driving (that's to and from Vicente Guerrero, not driving around while we were there). Of that time, we had 1 hour of rain and 20 minutes of slush . . . we are so thankful for safe driving conditions;)

Settling in and unpacking has been a bit surreal, my heart is still in Mexico. Here, I am overwhelmed by all we have--so many luxuries we take for granted (heat, running water, a clean house, space . . . and an abundance of stuff--though that may not necessarily be a luxury).

As I gaze around our home, I can't help but think of the family in the Mexico who are in the home the team built. They went from a tiny home with 2 beds to a "spacious" dwelling about the size of my living room.

Vicente Guerrero is in the San Quinten Valley--a rich valley known for producing fruits and vegetables. Fields and greenhouses stretch for miles. Cucumbers, strawberries, cilantro, snow peas, beans and countless other fruits and veggies are grown. These fields are tended by workers hired for just a few dollars a day. Many come from either the mainland or southern Mexico, so they are known as migrant workers (even though they may spend their entire life in the same location). They are generally looked down upon as a lower class.

The family we built for are one of these families. The grandmother is blind in one eye, so on top of being a recognizable migrant worker, she has a physical handicap that makes it even more challenging to get work. She looks much older than her 58 years . . . yet she has taken on the role of caregiver for her 2 granddaughters (3 & 8).

I guess it is a rarity to build a house where the existing dwelling is actually on the same property. We had the privilege of working with the family, seeing their present home, spending time with them and understanding the enormity of the house we were building. Talk about eye opening.

So, the question our family has been asking each other is "now what?". For years, we've been gearing up for this trip, and now that it's done, we need to let the sights, memories and lessons settle deep in our hearts. As we look at pictures, talk about highlights and miss those who've impacted lives, we need to recognize that life here needs to carry on. The suitcases are unpacked, laundry caught up and the initial shock is wearing off, now, back to reality.

What is our reality? Our family has come back with a different perspective. Needs are being weighed our with wants and the Christmas wish list drastically shortened as we realize how blessed we truly are. The goal of being a missions-focused family is in it's early stages and not yet met, no, we are just getting started . . . so, we are back to building our missions fund, setting up chairs and saving for the next adventure God has for us!

There's a Shift

Way back before we left for Mexico, I remember my kids saying that they anticipated that the most challenging part of the mission trip would be the change in them individually when they got back, especially magnified with Christmas just around the corner. I appreciated their realistic insight, and I agree 100%. I realized that there has been that shift in me, as well.

I recognize that a mission trip can drastically shift your perspective and that you can return feeling quite angry at the culture we live in. My intent isn't to blast anyone, but to share my opinion. . .

One contrast that I recognize has been of that towards authority (police and military). In Mexico, military stops are very frequent and once you get over the fact that they are casually toting machine guns, wearing full masks and overall, very intimidating, you need to remember that they are stopping and searching vehicles looking for the drug lords, smugglers, etc. for our safety. When we crossed the border, there was one more checkpoint, this time by the US border patrol. They were looking for illegal immigrants and were shocked that we had driven in Mexico (they said it was incredibly dangerous). While the first few mexican checkpoints were scary (warnings of the dangers to tourists flashed through my head) the reassurance of God's ultimate protection surrounded me.

There was a distinct cultural difference once we crossed the border. It was beyond the houses, roads and litter, the shift went from needs to excessive. This was magnified even more when we went off the highway and drove "The Strip" in Las Vegas. Perhaps at another time it wouldn't be so repulsive to me, or maybe not . . . I was reminded of the old west, where the stores would put up huge, fancy fronts to hide the simple shacks behind. It was a disguise or even deception, more for show then practicality.

As we drove past the flashing lights, stores with everything, huge shows and plenty of people, I couldn't help but thing about the blue, tarped, shelter that housed Carmela and her family. The shelter was only big enough for 2 filthy mattresses, nothing else. The house we built looked like a palace next to it, yet it would be considered a garden shed to most in Canada. Contrasts.

I think the hardest thing to wrap my mind around right now is the fact that it is Christmas in just a few weeks. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas, it's probably my most favourite time of the year, but was has thrown me is the jump from a poverty-stricken neighbourhood, to Christmas commercials focusing on getting all the "stuff".

I am not about to throw out the celebrating of Christ's birth, but I am praying for clear wisdom on how to keep Christmas a meaningful celebration without being consumed (or jaded) by the materialism. Even shopping has shifted this year as I found simple treasures in Mexico--each with a story behind them.

At this point, we are all beyond exhausted and just ready to be home. We are planning on not jumping into life quickly, but instead, taking a few days to meditate on and process all we learned. Our deepest prayer is that the lessons learned would take root deep in our hearts and not be choked out by unnecessary distractions.

Reflections of a Great Trip

Back to US soil and I can't get Mexico out of my mind. It's crazy how I had too much to think about before the trip, so I didn't sleep, I was so pumped traveling that sleep didn't come easily, too much to process while there in Mexico and now, so much to share, I still am not sleeping! Oh well, I know sleep will come--eventually (another prayer request??)

As or family drove through the mountains and valleys of the Baja, we were able to talk about some of our highlights. Over the next few days, I will share some of them with you.

This trip had everything I had hoped for. I wanted a place where our entire family could go--and we got that, even though we weren't together all the time, we all got to share in this experience--no one was left behind. It was hard work, eye opening, uncomfortable, sacrificial and a great introduction to how much of the world lives. This experience provided us with a good opportunity to step away from the excessive culture we live in and evaluate what truly is important.

I am finally getting sleepy, so I will quickly share with you one highlight from each family member:

Kim--the joy of using a drama from Bible School to connect with so many people (Chocolate Box).

Renae--seeing how the puppets we brought were used so many times to minister from preschooler to the elderly.

Nathan--seeing how much we truly have and how little we really need.

Abigail--making such an impact on the daycare kids, that when she walks in the dining room they ALL start chanting her name!

Naomi--finding out how easy it is to build a house and change a family's life.

Joel--how playing with kids who don't speak English can be just as much fun as in Canada.

Ethan--preschool in Mexico is just like preschool in Canada--he just fit right in and loved the kids!

Tomorrow, we head north, crossing Hoover Dam & stopping at Saint George, Utah. We are looking forward to being home soon!

Mission Trip Wrap Up

Tender tummies, aching backs, sore throats, and exhaustion are a common bond connecting our team. Aside from a puppet show in church, our work is done.

Connections that go beyond language have been knit. Friendships have been formed and dreams of a return trip are now hidden in many hearts.

We are in awe of what can be accomplished by group effort in under a week. In a week we: built a house, dug a grave, played with children, fed over 150, performed 7 puppet plays, encouraged seniors, ministered in a drug and alcohol rehab meeting, handed out food and clothing, prayed for people, taught new skills and hopefully made a difference.

In return, we've learned new skills, made many friends, been blessed beyond measure, had our perspectives shifted, hearts broken and hopefully our lives changed forever.

Please pray for our team as we travel home this week. Also, please pray that the seeds planted in our hearts would bear fruit in the coming weeks, months and years. Thank you for all your prayers, support and encouragement!

A Busy Day to End an Incredible Week

As days go, this was another busy one (perhaps the busiest?). Early this morning a group headed back to the job site to finish the last of the house (landscaping and interior painting). A second group picked up and built bunk beds for the little girls in the home we built.

Others stayed and found clothes for the family, gifts to distribute to the daycare kids, and sorted clothes off the needy people who come to "Welcome Home". Everyone met at 11:30 for the home dedication. It was an emotional time for all involved. For the team, what an amazing feeling to see a beautiful house standing on a once barren hill. For the family, they were overwhelmed and thankful. Our prayer is that this will be a life changing moment that God will use in their lives. After the ceremony, the family was left to take in their new home.

We all rushed back and cleared off the work trucks and cleaned up for lunch. A few of the strongest men left again to dig a grave. A lady from the church had been battling cancer and she passed away last night. The family couldn't afford to pay for the burial expenses so the team is helping however possible.

Immediately following lunch, we gave the daycare children gifts from Canada. this is where it hit us that we are leaving soon.

A large group of us headed to the market for authentic Mexican products. In under an hour I finished my Christmas shopping (just don't tell my family:)

We rushed back for a quick trip to a senior's home where the teens performed some puppet songs (which were thoroughly enjoyed). We hurried back for a quick bite before heading to a men's drug and alcohol rehab meeting. Kim revived an old drama (Chocolate Box) with a new twist and did amazing sharing with the men and the teens did another puppet show (that makes 6 this trip).

It is hitting the team that we are leaving soon. The time has been life changing, overwhelming and amazing and we hope that the memories and lessons learned will stay with us for a long time.

The Talent She Didn't Know She Had ("Sarah's Story")

Sewing lessons a couple days ago felt like a failure. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't get the machines running, we couldn't find the supplies we needed, and we weren't completely sure of what we were doing. The girls who were helping felt like it was a "fail" day and I was also very discouraged.

Today I went back, not sure what to expect. I chose a sewing machine and started to show one resident of the women's shelter how to use it. She was somewhat familiar with using a machine, but still needed some help.

We finished a fitted sheet (made from older larger sheets with the worn spots cut off). PJ's were high on the need list, but patterns were hard to find. I found a costume pattern that included basic pants and I showed this lady (I will call her Sarah--not her real name) how to place it and cut it out. Thankfully I had a translator to help!

Keep in mind, Sarah does not know how to read or write. She was abused and forced into the sex trade at a very young age and had her first baby at age 11. She is now the mother of 6 and got off the streets only recently. She has been belittled and broken and has no idea of her worth. . . or talent.

Within 20 minutes, she finished a pair of pyjama pants. After showing her the first 2 steps, her face lit up with understanding and she just knew how to finish. I then explained what needed to be done to finish the other sewing projects Dorothy (head of "New Beginnings") wanted done. Sarah understood and said she could teach others.

Through the interpreter, I was able to communicate how talented she was and how I knew that God had given her this special talent. Her face lit up and she said that this talent had been hidden, she didn't know that it was there. Now that it has been given an opportunity to grow, she will be able to stretch and learn some more and hopefully use this to provide for her children. I am also hoping that this will be an avenue that God will use to bring healing between her and her children (who were also extremely mistreated).

What a reminder of how God uses our talents. I really didn't feel like I had tons to offer. Sure, I am a mom of 5, but I can't go in and teach in a Spanish daycare. I am not an extremely physical person who thrives on physical labour. I love to sew, cook and encourage ... and I was able to do all 3. Never underestimate God's ability to use you where you are at!

Culturally Relavent

This week has been quite interesting. We brought along puppets and a Spanish VBS to use, but found that much of it wasn't exactly culturally relevant to the families that we are ministering to. For example, there was a reference to an ice cream shop . . . not many kids can go get ice cream when their parent(s) make under $10/day.

Wow, who would have thought that we could be so different! Another reference was to allowance or extra spending money. In the lower classes, this simply does not exist.

We attended a Spanish church on Sunday. Though the songs were in Spanish, the tune familiar. God's presence was there and the worship amazing. Preaching was in English, translated into Spanish.

It was interesting with the visiting pastor. He had been a missionary to the Philippines and was now in the San Diego area. I was so impressed with his sermon. He took the time to understand the challenges that face many people in the congregation. He was able to encourage and challenge them by going straight to the Word of God (which is always culturally relevant).

I guess it was a good reminder for me not to try to "Canadianize" those wet are speaking to, but instead get to know and understand not only the culture but also the needs and challenges faced by those around us.

PS It was really neat to see a reference to the harvest being ready, but the labourers few, with a picture of the many fruit fields you see in the area (instead of the wheat fields we would picture) . . .

The Build and Daycare

Today I had the opportunity to join the group at the build site. It was quite the experience. The site was up and down a hilly, rutted path about 30 minutes from Vicente Guerrero. There, perched on the side of the hill, were shacks and huts. Some were cinder block and others were made out of whatever scraps that were found--black plastic, tarps, small pieces of lumber, tin, even big rocks used to hold the pieces of roofing material in place.

On the work site the home that Carmella lives in with her 2 young granddaughters. Carmella is blind in one eye, so she is discriminated against even more (already she is considered a very "low class" because of her ethnicity). This makes finding work incredibly hard. She lives in a pieced together hut covered with a warm blue tarp and garbage bags. It is such a hill it's hard to stand upright, yet there she lives, perched on the side of the hill.

Right next to her current hut is where the men are digging the new bano. It's tough digging, taking 2 days to go through 7 feet of rocky mountainside. This is with a generator powered jack hammer. Her old outhouse was surrounded by plastic about 4 feet high with the toilet perched on wooden pieces balanced over old 2x4's. Next to this, there is an old laundry room sink (where dishes are washed) and a low basin used to bathe the girls. The new home borders the old bano, so there was quite the odour that enveloped the team.

The house is a basic cinderblock building, with 2 windows and a door, but next to her current home, it looks like a palace. It will provide a safe haven for this dear lady and her granddaughters.

My job today included mixing mortar and cement (yes, there is a difference), hauling cinderblocks, snipping wire, and taking pictures. Joel joined me and helped sift sand, played with puppets, played with the 2 little girls and chiseled around the base.

The trusses are now up and the stucco done. The roof should be finished tomorrow and it will be ready for paint. Amazing work for 3 days!

Ethan and Abigail joined the daycare today. The kids come from mostly single parent homes. The majority are picked up, starting at 6 am. The kids are starved for a dad's attention.

The daycare provides breakfast and lunch for the children as well as some hygiene (washing hands and face and doing their hair). The older classes (4 & 5) are escorted to and from school. The younger children (2 & 3) play games, sing songs, learn preschool basics and are taught the Word of God. Our teens were able to play with the kids and perform a puppet show for them. A highlight is riding the bus with them to and from preschool.

It is truly a joy to see these kids at breakfast and lunch as we eat together. We feel very privileged to. be able to work together and serve this incredible community.

Many Hands Make Light Work

Well we sure jumped in to working with both feet! Several people didn't get much sleep last night (including Kim, Nathan and Abigail) due to a bought of upset stomach, but that didn't stop the team from being incredibly productive.

The job site crew got started quickly and impressed the crew boss with how well they worked together. Joel accomplished his goal of joining the bus and loving the kids (he said he had 2 kids on his lap). I ended up at the ladies home (New Beginnings) helping cook a meal for a bible study group. We made over 300 cookies, 2 huge pots of beans, tortillas, cactus salad and pulled pork and beef.

While at New Beginnings, my girls were playing with young girls who had seen a much different side of life. It was amazing to see them laughing and playing together just as loud and giggly if it were with their Canadian friends. So awesome!

This evening we drove through some trails to a mission where we served the food. People were crowded everywhere! It was like the loaves and dishes that Jesus multiplied, we fed everyone and even had beans left over!

The kids did a great puppet show (thanks Matt and Charmaine for lending us the puppets) and we were able to encourage the people there. By the time we arrived back at Welcome Home, it felt much later than 7:30. We were tired, blistered and had sore feet, but so happy for what was accomplished. Thanks for your continued prayers, everyone is healing up and we continue to pray for good health.

Count the Cost

It's so easy to glamorize missions. Foreign countries, amazing adventures, seeing people coming to Christ and knowing that you are making a difference. What a life!

However, what we don't see is the sacrifice. Years ago, missionaries would pack their belongings in a coffin with the knowledge that they would never return home. Many buried their spouses and children--some without seeing a single convert. Disease, beatings and death were constant companions of so many missionaries.

Not sounding so glamorous anymore is it? Today, missionaries still face trials. It wasn't that long ago that a missionary couple in Africa were attacked, beaten and left for dead. It's time to count the cost.

Missions can't be viewed as just a quick spiritual "pick me up". Prayer, a knowing that God is calling you and wisdom is needed. You need to have an understanding of the reality of long term (and short term) missions. Sacrifice, loneliness, isolation and culture and language barriers will be there.

On the flip side, when you are called by God, His grace, peace, supernatural strength, favour and blessing will follow you. You will witness miracles and see Him provide like never before. Your life will never be the same.

Short term or long term, count the cost and don't be afraid to step out when God calls you.

Our First Week

It was a week ago today that we left Canada. In some ways it was so long ago and in other ways, just a blink. Today, as I gaze around the beautiful compound, I am amazed how much it is like the children's home I spent 4 months at in India. It is quiet today, as the children don't come on the weekends, so we are all given the chance to catch up on rest after battling fatigue throughout our travels.

We have spent the day exploring a couple beaches. It's been a good way to take life a bit slower and recover from all the driving (38 hours and 3400km thus far). Most of the adults and some of the teens are all very tired still. We want to be able to give it our all come Monday, so this rest is welcome.

Everywhere you look, there is poverty--shelters held together by tarps, desolate, abandoned homes and a sense of hopelessness.

As my teens so aptly put it, "You can read about this and mentally prepare yourself, but you never really understand until you see and experience this for yourself."

Ethan is having a bit of a hard time, he's asking for the hotel (because of the strange washrooms), and because we are no longer traveling. Please pray that he adjusts quickly.

I am finding that after my initial culture shock upon entering Mexico, I am adjusting and understanding life quickly (thanks to spending 4 months in India, I am sure). Kim is taking a bit longer, as he processes things on a different level.

It's a lot to take in and challenging to find the balance between understanding and respecting the culture and coming in and trying to make a difference. We've heard stories of people who've come in and tried to clean up some of the debris and garbage, only to offend the locals. We've also heard of people who've come in and given so much that there are some locals who just expect to get every time a white face shows up. We are glad to be working with some incredible missions here who can direct us to where our efforts will be most profitable and to where we can make the greatest impact.

Thank you for your continued prayers. Please pray for traveling mercies on the rest of our team as they fly in to San Diego and drive down tomorrow. Pray also for quick adjustment for the little ones and strength for the team as we prepare for this upcoming week of work.

Welcome to Mexico

We are now south of the border. The crossing was almost too easy. We were waved through without even needing to stop. The hiccup came afterward when we were waved to go ahead (before the rest of the group). Thankfully we took the right road and pulled over for the group to catch up.

After driving along the coast, we stopped at the beach and had our first look at el bano. You pay for toilet paper and wash your hands in a huge common water barrel afterwards. We stopped in southern Ensenada for fuel and met a pastor from a daycare that Gloria wanted to visit (she hadn't gotten in touch with the caretakers, so we were amazed at God's timing). We had a quick tour of the daycare and learned more about the orphanages in the area.

The drive took us through 2 or 3 military checkpoints. A little intimidating with all the guns, but a good reminder that they are there for our safety.

Lunch was amazing (spicy) tacos on the street. After lunch, on our drive to Vicente, we stopped at a school for disabled or impaired children. Those of you who homeschool will be familiar with Cathy Duffy, she inspired much if the style of teaching at this school.

We arrived in Vicente Guerrero at 4:30. The compound is beautiful and spacious. We were welcomed by Jackie (the overseer) and given a quick overview of rules and expectations. The daycare caters mostly to single moms and their children. The children attend 5 days a week, starting at 6:00 am for pick up (Joel has already "booked" us to be on that 6 am bus Monday morning).

We all are thankful to be here safely, but sure feel the impact of a 2 hour time difference. Hopefully our bodies will adjust quickly.

We are looking forward to a great trip. Already what we've seen and experienced has been life-changing!

Angels Go Before Us

It has been a great couple of days in San Diego. The families here enjoyed exploring Sea World with minimal lineups, nice weather and generally happy kids.

The men were able to minister to a young man at our hotel. It's a good reminder that you don't have to "to do missions" to be able to minister. God can use you any time, any where-- you just have to be willing.

We were also reminded of how quickly life can change. We were nearly involved in a collision that would have affected both families--very scary (please keep the men in our families in prayer as they have a tremendous strain on them as they navigate crazy interstates, high speeds and unpredictable drivers). We thank God for His protection!

God's favour has clearly been upon us. We had amazing weather all the way down. Our hotels have been great, each allowing our families of 7 to stay in ONE room and breakfasts have been included in all but one.

Even the storm system that has impacted almost our entire route followed the remainder of the team down, missing them completely.

Tomorrow early we enter Mexico and set out on this next chapter of our adventure. Next time you hear from us, we will be in Mexico!

31 Hours of Driving

We have arrived in San Diego after 31 hours of driving. This includes a day trip into Zion Canyon and rush hour traffic coming into San Diego.

Yesterday, included some unique stops, including a old store that sold gator and python jerky (yes, Kim gave in to the temptation).

Today, we drove through desert, 30+ (C) temperatures, extreme fog and, according to my weather map, a minor earthquake (not that we felt anything).

Coming into LA close to rush hour was a little intimidating, but traffic wasn't too bad until San Diego, where I needed to navigate us through some crazy traffic to our hotel (which we found on the first try). After settling in, we walked down and authentic Mexican tacos with rice and beans, followed by a chilly dip in the pool.

Tomorrow we look forward to seeing the ocean and maybe visiting Sea World. The next group of drivers left Lethbridge today, so we are praying for safe travels for them. We have 2 days of taking it easy before we join them and travel south of the border. The rest of the team will join us in Mexico on Sunday.

Please continue to pray for little Zak, (and his very tired parents) he's recovering from the stomach flu. Pray also that no one else gets it:).

Thank you for your words of encouragement and your prayers, we certainly have seen God's favour thus far!

Faith to Do ALL God has for You

Driving for 20 hours gives you a lot of time to think, pray and ponder all that God has been doing. Daily I am in awe of the fact that we are actually driving with our entire family down to Mexico.

I have also been thinking and praying for the family that we are building for. One of the members of our team has been journaling the fruit of the spirit and praying for Carmela and her family daily. As I ponder the impact our team will make on this family, I feel a measure of understanding in what she must be feeling.

It's so easy to feel like the hopes and dreams God gives you are just beyond your grasp. There is great desire to do what God wants you to do, but too often we feel limited by our circumstances, finances, physical limitations or more. Yet God does not desire for us to give up hope. So what are we to do?

God has been teaching me so much about giving my hopes and dreams to Him instead of putting pressure on myself or my husband to bring them to pass. I believe this is how God wants it. Scripture is clear that we are to "cast our cares on Jesus", "trust in the Lord", and "believe God for the impossible".

I don't believe that God intends for us to do His work and go into debt, forsake our responsibilities or neglect our family. In this, however, we are again faced with the big question of HOW?

With us, a mission trip (or any travel, for that matter) seemed out of reach. However, I wasn't afraid to dream. I first believed for a cruise. It seemed crazy and out of reach, but I gave it to God. Years later, we ended up winning a cruise, going on that one day mission trip and catching the vision of taking our whole family to Mexico. I remember as we were traveling home from our cruise and praying for God to give us an idea of how we could take the family. That's when He placed the idea of how to raise money as a family for our trip. We worked for years and when the door opened, the basic funds were in place.

When I said I could understand how Carmela might feel with us building a home, I am referring to that feeling of overwhelming gratitude. As we prepared for this trip, we were stunned by the generosity of those around us. We were humbled by the overwhelming response to the stolen pop bottles (20 times by the day we left).

We realized that this money given to us was not intended to stop with our family, no, we were merely the funnel to pass on this blessing that God has given us. Just as I hope that Carmela (and her grandchildren) will recognize that the expansion of her home is intended to be a blessing for her to share with those around her.

God doesn't bless us so we can hold tightly to it. No! Blessings are meant for us to pass on to those around us.
Let's endeavour to be generous with all God has given us!

Unforgettable

It has been an amazing day! After staying at a beautiful hotel (which again allowed our entire family to stay in a single room for no extra charge), we enjoyed a delicious complimentary breakfast and then set out for a day of seeing some amazing sights.

Following the road into Zion National Park brought scenery like we had never seen before. Already we were in the land of red rock, cacti, and palm trees. The "road to Zion" brought beautiful rock formations, breathtaking mountain passes, incredible hiking trails and an amazing day of making memories with the family.

After hiking along the bottom of the canyon, we drove to the top, experiencing dizzying heights, hairpin turns and a tunnel over 1 MILE long. . The teens and Kim hiked to the lookout and enjoyed the scenery. We even drove through (a) Hurricane!

On the down side, one little guy from the other family we are traveling with started throwing up . . . so we are praying that whatever he has will be healed quickly and that no one else will catch it!

We head to San Diego tomorrow and get one step closer on our journey to Mexico.

PS at our stop in Mesquite, we didn't have wifi, so this was from yesterday. We are on to San Diego today.

The Power of Words

Day 2 of travel has went relatively well. No one really slept well the first night, so we were very thankful for the extra hour of sleep. According to Kim, we found the middle of nowhere (while traveling through southern Utah desert). We are over half way through the distance we need to drive--and thankful for a bit of a lighter day tomorrow.

It was sometime near midnight that I recalled an interesting event in our lives. Close to 9 years ago, Kim and I packed up our kids for a very unique field trip. I will never forget the puzzlement in the border crossing guard's voice as she questioned us, "You're going to Shelby (Montana) for ice cream?". Once we explained that we were homeschoolers, she understood and invited us in to see what a crossing station was like. We drove on down to Shelby, had some ice cream, explored the grocery store and headed home. While looking on the map, the kids asked where the road (Interstate 15) led. I told them it went to California. Abby immediately asked if we could follow it someday. I said, "Yes, someday we will take this road down to California".

Memories of this conversation came flooding back as I was pondering this amazing journey. What power there is in the spoken word! Scripture reminds us that the tongue has the ability to speak life or death.

Little did I know at the time that by speaking out in faith that we would drive that road, we were planting seeds of faith. This was long before a family mission trip was ever considered.

Never underestimate the power of our words. Maybe once we realize that we hold the power of life and death (of dreams, hopes, self-esteem, etc), we will consider how and what we speak more carefully.

My prayer for this journey is that despite fatigue, stress, uncertainly and more, our words will be chosen carefully and used to bring glory and honour to God.

On an interesting side note, we have seen license plates from 24 states and 6 provinces:)

Traveling: Day 1

Everyone was up early and ready to get out the door. Thick fog blanketed Lethbridge and Coaldale. After meeting our "traveling buddies", we headed south. Just outside of Coaldale the sun shone brightly. The border crossing was uneventful and we soon found ourselves traveling through Montana. We made a couple of wrong turns (after that, we turned OFF the GPS), but soon found ourselves straight along the I15. Despite being tired, everyone is traveling well--right down to the 3 year olds.

We are relieved to have great traveling weather, very little traffic, and interesting sights along the way. Now, after a great swim, we are thankful for an extra hour to sleep in:)

The adventure has begun, we are on the way and trusting that God will be with us and direct for every step. I am reminded of Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, says The Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans for a hope and a future."

Ready or Not, Here We Come

If days were measured by fatigue, today would be the longest ever. . . who would have thought that getting a family of 7 ready for a 3 week trip would take so much work (and that's with 3 amazing teens who are nearly as tired as I am). . . who would have thought that having your own business would keep you working late the very night before you leave???

We have discovered that when you are tired and under pressure, things can disappear, like wallets, purses, shoes . . . we have also discovered that the 8 suitcases we tested in the back of the van fit much differently loaded . . . it's a bit squishy.

Nevertheless, we are ready for this adventure. Our itinerary is to be in Idaho Falls, followed by Saint George, a quick look at Bryce Canyon before heading to Las Vegas. We will spend 3 nights in San Diego (a day to recover and a day to visit Sea world) before meeting with more of the team and crossing into Mexico. For the next 10 days, we will be helping out wherever needed (house build, daycare, migrant camp, puppets, women's shelter, etc). We will be working with "welcome home outreach" and "new beginnings (Baja)".

We will be traveling down with great family friends (who also have 5 children) and joined by another 4 families. In all, there will be 34 of us working together. Let the adventure begin!

The Last Frantic Prep--My Thoughts

Well, we now have less then 2 days to get ready. The only time I felt exhaustion like this was during the first few weeks with a newborn--late nights, early mornings and disrupted sleep with thoughts of what else needs to be done waking me up at odd hours. Nevertheless, 2 days from now we will be on the road, ready or not.

Today is probably my busiest day (as I sit at McDonalds waiting for a quick tranny check on the van). Even in this crazy day, I know God will be my strength. He continually amazes me with His supernatural provision and care!

There is no doubt in my mind we are to be going to Mexico. Amidst the craziness, frantic preparations and fatigue, there is a deep peace and anticipation of what God is about to do.

It feels like the coming together of what God has been teaching me (and in turn, our family), since early spring.

So what do I anticipate? First of all, a big adventure. Our family loves to have fun. We tend to look at the lighter side of things and try to see all the amazing things that God presents to us. This is why I am so excited about the drive down. Seeing the landscape change, new states, sights and road will be amazing. As well, just conquering the 30 + hours drive each way is a feat in itself.

I am also anticipating broken hearts--in a good way. My children have never witnessed people living in extreme poverty. We will all see that children are children everywhere who need love, want to play and want to be accepted. My daughters will see girls their own age who have been forced to grow up way too fast (oh how this breaks my heart).

My children will see that a relatively small financial donation ($3800) can make a huge impact on a family when it provides a home for them. They can also witness their hard work turning into a home!

My prayer is that we will witness miracles! I want my children to come to know the incredible power of God like never before, and that His love will flow through them supernaturally as they reach out to those around them.

I know that we will come home more excited about missions, with hearts that are willing to sacrifice here in order to make a difference in the world around us.

This mission trip isn't a culmination of all we've been hoping and saving for, this is only the beginning and the best is yet to come!

Getting Closer and Pondering the Impact

We are another day closer to Mexico and the reality of leaving in just a few days is hitting me. In one way, 3 weeks doesn't seem like very long, but in another way, it will be a good length.

As I talked to my teens, I realized that they are quite realistic about what to expect. The biggest challenge my girls anticipate is the language barrier, especially with the children. They realize how quickly the trip will fly by, and how different it will be returning home.

Nathan's most unsure about adjusting back to life here. I agree. We will just finish building a home the size of our living room, only to come back to the most commercialized and potentially selfish time of year--Christmas. This could be the worst time to go . . . or is it?

For years we've tried to shift our Christmas focus from getting to giving. However, with a very generous extended family, this has proven to be quite challenging.

It was 2 years ago that we finally felt a distinct shift. Most of the family had the opportunity to serve Christmas dinner to those who wouldn't have celebrated if it hasn't been for this special meal. Meals were served, gifts given, dishes washed, all with the focus on others. The family came home and enjoyed a late meal. It wasn't until much later that the gifts under the tree were even considered.

Last year, we again tried to focus on giving instead of getting and had our eyes opened to the fact that Christmas doesn't always hold warm memories for each person.

This year, we are hoping for an even more distinct shift. We are endeavouring to find ourself in a place of contentment with less (so challenging when living in a land of excess). This shift needs to take place first in our hearts, before it can be demonstrated outwardly, and Mexico may be the best jolt of reality our family will experience at this time.

Whatever the lessons are that God brings to our family, we know that there is a reason we are to go and that in this journey we will not come back unchanged.

Never Too Young to Serve

5 days and counting. Each room has the suitcases that are starting to be filled, and while the "to do" list seems to be growing, the "sleeps left" are rapidly slipping away.

It was last night that the meltdown came from our youngest. I have to admit that while I was trying to soothe my distraught 3 year old, the thoughts of "what if this happens in Mexico?" were running through my head and for a split second I wondered if taking him was for the best. Just as fast as the question went through my mind, it was replaced by a peace that we were to do this as an entire family.

Years ago, while in Ensenada (that one day mission trip), I remember the leader of the mission talking about how a little 2 year old was able to make a huge impact on the people around her, just by being there. Who am I to say that my 3 year old can't minister the love of God just as effectively as my 15 year old?

Ethan (3) has been ready for Mexico for a long time. He asked where Mexico was and I pointed south. Now, every time I drive south towards Costco, he's convinced we are going to Mexico! He's figured out that we will go through the United States, see the ocean and drive lots. After watching the video of what we will be doing, he's excited to play with kids and pray (have I mentioned he is our little prayer warrior? When he prays for meals, the food gets cold). Ethan has his bag with his stuffy packed and set by the door, so he's ready.

Joel (6) is a bit more practical. He knows it will be a long drive--he vaguely remembers the drive to Vancouver island. He has been faithfully practicing with his puppet so he can entertain the kids at the daycare. When asked who he will see, he says that he will see lots of kids and lots of different people. I asked him what he will do and he said, "I will help them, of course." I know that he will.

Kids have an amazing way of connecting with other kids, regardless of language, nationality and social status. My youngest boys will most likely connect faster and easier then I will:) They will not be hindered by fear, uncertainty, or even worry about the language, they will just get into the action and join the fun.

While I wish we had learned more Spanish, had more stuff to bring, or just felt more sure of ourselves, I am reminded of what Gloria (mom of the family who has been down countless times) said--smiles are multilingual!

Not yours, Not mine, OURS

The saga of the bottles has continued throughout this week. As of this afternoon, the value of the bottles has been returned ten-fold! I went to the bank today to exchange the money for US and teller said she had never heard of such generosity (praise God!)

For my teens, especially, they were in awe of how God provided. Nathan put it very well when he commented how he's heard and read of provision like this, but never seen it--this will not be forgotten!

Perhaps what is not understood is that this isn't just "our" mission trip. Mission trips don't just happen because of one person or family. Missions are built on the group effort of many. Anyone who has supported is, encouraged us, prayed for us, given us money, pop bottles or things to take--all are part of this mission. We happen to be the carriers or stewards of these gifts, but you all have contributed.

The Bible is very clear that while we are all one body, each with a vital part to contribute. No one person (aside from Jesus) can make a huge impact on the world, but each of us, contributing what we can, have the power to reach many.

As we enter this final week before departure, thank for being apart of this mission trip. We have already seen God move in amazing ways and we aren't even there yet!

Details and God's Details (The Bottle Story)

It seemed like a God-inspired idea--collect pop bottles to help fund the "extras" for the people and organizations we come in contact with in Mexico. The response was overwhelming. Before we knew it, we had a huge collection of bottles in our back yard. Between the first 2 trips, $150 came in for Mexico! I was overwhelmed by what God was doing.. Just when I thought the bottles were slowing down, more came. Then we woke up this morning . . .

Looking outside, we noticed our side gate was propped open with a pylon from our yard and our collection of bottles missing! Now, it wasn't opened at 9:30, when we arrived home last night, nor at midnight, when our dog needed to answer nature's call, so sometime between midnight and morning, our--no, God's--bottles took a trip.

I have to be honest, I was crushed, people had donated these to help those in need in Mexico. The money was going to those "little extras" to be blessing to those around us. You know what I mean, money for the extra little details that can creep in and add up. Now, approximately $100 worth of bottles were gone.

After the initial shock, I realized that someone had been in our backyard in the middle if the night (was our door locked? Was anything else missing? Oh how unnerving). That left me feeling a little insecure.

This happened minutes before going to church, and as we drove, I couldn't help but think of the verse in Joel where God restores what the locusts have stolen. Time and time again, scripture is filled with reminders of how God restores, provides and takes care of everything we need. Who was I to worry? The situation proved to be sad and disheartening, but not devastating. God is still in control.

I was reminded of the story Otto Konning tells of his pineapples in New Guinea. For years, he cared for and tended the pineapples, only to have them stolen by the natives before he could enjoy them. this caused serious contention, until he finally surrendered his pineapples to God. After that, he had more than he knew what to do with!

I realized that these pop bottles were already given to God. I have no ownership, I am just the in between person. So, if they already were dedicated to God's work, so who's to say that the person who took these didn't need them more? This sounds more like God's details, doesn't it? My prayer is that whoever took them and whatever money is gained will be used to bring glory to God, because it already belongs to Him.

In the meantime, we go back to collecting bottles (this time stored in our garage) and trusting that God will bring in all that needed to take care of the needs that God presents us in Mexico.

Just an ordinary family

What has struck me as we have been preparing for this trip has been people's reactions to us going. To begin with, we have not had one negative comment, instead, it's been quite the opposite. The support and encouragement our family has been incredible--much more than we ever anticipated (to be honest, a bit overwhelming).

I am humbled by the outpouring of support, and reminded of God's provision.

Proverbs 16:9 says, "We can make our plans, but the Lord directs our steps."

We can have the best laid plans ever, but it is up to God to bring them to pass. Yes, our family had dreams and plans for a mission trip, but the coming together of the details have truly been the work of the Lord.

The fact is, you don't need to go to another country to be on a "mission trip", missions (for everyone) starts in your own back yard. Just because someone goes overseas to spread the Gospel, they are no less a "Christian" then the one who is home, looking after their children and taking a meal to the new neighbour across the street. Our actions and attitudes wherever we are are all part of spreading God's love. This is not hinged on going somewhere new.

In saying this, I don't want to minimize the impact that going to Mexico (or any country where poverty is present) will have on our family--especially our teens. It's just that we are not claiming or pretending to be any more "spiritual" than the next guy, we just happen to be following through with something God has laid on our family's heart. We are just an ordinary family.

Ready Set GO!

So, you may wonder how we got to this point-- taking our family of 7 to another country. . . I guess you could say it all started as seeds.

Years ago, when I spent 4 months in India, my heart was softened towards missions (though I alway said I'd never bring my kids overseas). Years later, when Kim was able to spend time in Mexico on a mission trip, his heart was drawn towards missions as well. However, any hopes of going anywhere were quickly put on the back burner as we focused on caring for our growing family.

A few years ago our family was asked to consider moving to Uganda and work in a babies home. While it ultimately wasn't what God had at the time, something shifted in our family's heart. After countless hours of prayer and consideration, we knew that God was drawing us to missions as a family. We really didn't know how that would look, but knew it was happening. I guess you could say that God put us "in gear" for missions.

A couple more years passed and Kim and I went on our cruise and tied in a mini mission trip along the way (which was the highlight of our entire trip). We knew then that we would be back to Mexico somehow with our entire family (now this was speaking in faith, as our family income for 7 is under $40,000 a year).

Within a month of returning home, our family had a part time "job" that has essentially funded our trip to Mexico. For 3 years we worked every Saturday or Sunday setting up chairs and watched our "missions fund" slowly grow. I had a number in my head of what we would need to go on a missions trip, and this summer, we reached it, as the door opened for us to go on this adventure.

I have to say that it's one of the most exciting (and scariest) moments of my life. It's one thing to step out unfaithful for yourself, but it's a completely different story to step out with your while family--we are taking our faith to a whole new level! It's now under a month till we leave and we are continuing to trust God for every need. Our prayer is that our whole family will be drawn to what God's heart it for our family and each individual in our family. We appreciate your prayers as we embark on this adventure!

On the Road to Mexico

It all started 3 years ago. Kim and I won a cruise to Mexico. Years before, I had jokingly said that if we ever took a trip, it would be great to make it a bit of a mission trip. We were amazed to see that there was a Victory mission in one of our ports--Ensenada. While other passengers were exploring the sights of Mexico, we spent the day bending rebar, teaching puppets and meeting the locals. After that, we said that someday we would return to the Mexican Baja with our family.

After we got home, we immediately took on a second job as a family with the sole purpose of saving up so we could go on a mission trip as a family.

For three years we have worked, saved, and dreamt of a mission trip. We are now seeing this dream come true.

Stay tuned as we walk a brand new adventure!!