A suitable mental picture for my life right now would be the refining of silver. This used to be a multi step process using repeated melting to purify the precious metals. I don't know where I am in the process but I'm a few levels into the process.
I need to acknowledge those of you who carried me [and continue] to carry me with your intercessory prayers. The fact that I'm living a normal life, at this point testifies to the Lord's goodness, compassion and the effects of your prayers. Thank you.
One week into our second week at Ti Goave Cory joined up with a team from Relief International. Later that same day a new team from Iowa joined the team. Corey and Jim, team leaders had been missionaries in Port-au-Prince a few years ago when we met them for the first time.
This team accepted our family and became friends during our week together. They helped to encourage me which at this point being tired and yes often grumpy I needed lots of encouragement!
ER patient-a young lady with a brain tumor arrived with one page of several of a CT brain scan and the French report. The Spanish doctors looked at the information an determined that there was nothing that they could do. We prayed with her and she returned home. One more hope dashed.
Sunday afternoon before Jake and Joy, ER residents left Joy delivered one last mom. The mom arrived in the back of a pickup truck. Joy jumped up and delivered a baby boy and girl. Babies handed to nurses who cleaned and dressed them. Mom remained on the truck-I jumped up and assisted Joy with the delivery of the placentas. Everything with mom and babies turned out great so they returned home with the mother never getting off the back of the truck.
A clumsy young girl unfortunately tripped turning supper into a second degree burns. At first we thought the burnt skin had been treated with mud but on closer inspection it was the bean sauce. Because the burns include her face, neck and upper chest concern for her airway was paramount. During the visit her mom pointed out many other scars from her daughter not being careful. Her mom returned the following day with her for followup and we thankfully assured her that everything would be OK.
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"How the precious sons of Zion, once worth their weight in gold, are now considered as pots of clay, the work of a potter's hands!"
Lamentations 4:2 (NIV)
We are all being molded/changed by God into who He desires us to become.
We continue to pray for you as you do His work and He works on you.
Have you ever made ceramics? The piece goes into the fire; dull, soft, and unimpressive. But afterwords it is transformed into a beautiful, glazed, hardened, admirable, usable work of art.
That's us!
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