Baby Bliss + 1st Year Photo Journey

A precious baby joined our family in June a year ago… How time flies! 


Introducing {{{ Logan Courage }}}


Our double American family- 2 girls + 2 boys  

  The first two months of Logan’s life were challenging. He cried frequently and wanted to be held all the time. He wasn’t gaining weight properly so we made weekly checks to see his progress. The doctor labeled him with “failure to thrive”. By two months old, he was back to his birth weight. Then, all of sudden, little man began to gain weight. The more he gained the happier he was! What changed? I don’t know other than a miracle.  



Logan has been my happiest baby once he gained weight. At times, he will giggle for the sheer delight of simply living! He claps his fat little hands together. His obvious announcement  to those around “I’m happy”!

Instead of the traditional birthday cake, we had fresh strawberry pie.



This little guy has brought so very much to our family! We are incredibly blessed! He’s adventurous, funny,  and energetic!

Live Life Loved! 




Upside Down Day

Have you ever had one of those days that nothing seemed to go right? I recently had one of them. I went to a coffee shop to get Wifi. After numerous unsuccessful attempts I called my computer guy. He told me I’d better not touch it because I could lose everything on my computer. Now I’ve not backed things up for a LONG time and I’ve some pretty special pictures (about 7,000) of the last four years of our life. I didn’t want to lose them! So I packed up my computer and trekked down to my computer guy. I was deep in thought as I pulled up to the curb. In fact, I was so deep in thought that I hit the curb with a BANG! Right then and there the tire blew, the wheel cover broke and I ruined the rim. I happened to be thinking missionary minded thoughts not knowing that my actions had just created an opportunity to be a missionary in training. I called my husband and AAA. I felt like bawling! This was NOT the way I wanted to spend my morning! I proceeded to wait an hour till the tow truck arrived. The guy was hauling me and my vehicle to the shop where my husband would pick me up. I hopped in the cab. As we were driving, I sensed God asking me to speak a word for Him. We got on the subject of church and the Bible. According to him, he adamantly didn’t believe in either. He proceeded to tell me that he didn’t believe in any life after death and so on. What is the purpose to life if there is nothing after death? Why bother trying to live a moral life if there is no relationship with God? Before I hopped out I gave him a tip and I asked him if there was any way I could pray for him. “Oh,” he says boldly, “You can pray any way you like but I WON’ T change!” I sensed that perhaps God wanted to remind him one more time of his choice before he dies. Saddened I went home and together as a family we prayed for the man. No, my words may not have made a difference but my prayers do!

Thank You Jesus!


 Jesus gives the joy of loving. *Cabin Time*


  Jesus gives good gifts! *Christmas Eve Jammies*


 Jesus loves when we have fun! *Hershey Chocolate World*


 “Oh taste and see that the Lord is good!” *Smores with Daddy*


 Why do you serve Jesus?

What do you do with your upside down days?

Will you choose to be a missionary to someone today?


-Snatched From the Fire-

MB900438774Hi friends! It has been LONG time since blogging due to computer problems, holidays, visits and the whole nine yards that everyone else has on their plate.

My three year old son fell into an outdoor campfire. Yes, you read that right, and it was burning! We were on vacation as a family. On the very last day, last meal, we were going to have a hotdog roast. The children were outside playing. Jordan was chasing his ball. Never noticing the fire he hits the rocks and tumbles right in. My daughter cried out in terror and started running the other way. Dumbfounded, I stood there. Much to my horror, I see him flailing in the fire trying to get out, unable to. My husband dashed off the porch and yanked him out. Jordan’s coat was melted completely through, his eyebrows were melted together, his hair singed, and he had a huge black and blue mark on his leg from where he hit the rocks before tumbling in but otherwise he was fine! It felt like a HUGE God-miracle! Many stories don’t turn out as well. This got me to thinking. In Jude verse 23 it says:” save others by snatching them from the fire”. The urgency I felt. The danger that was present. Do we get it with the world? MB900437381Our world will one day be destroyed with fire (see Revelations). Millions of souls are dying with out Christ and will spend eterenity with fire. Do we seek to rescue even one from the flames? Is there an urgency? I’ve had the blessing of knowing about Christ ever since I was a baby. What about those who are flailing in the fire with no way of escape unless someone grabs them out?!  What does it mean to “snatch souls from the fire”? I believe this could mean praying, evangelizing, befriending, and action. What other things would you add to the list? Snatching people from the fire means that we will get dirty and the “job” won’t always be safe. It isn’t a life of comfort and luxury. Are you willing to be a people-snatcher?

                         “People Need the Lord”-by Steve Green

Everyday they pass me by,
I can see it in their eyes.
Empty people filled with care,
Headed who knows where?

On they go through private pain,
Living fear to fear.
Laughter hides their silent cries,
Only Jesus hears.

People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
At the end of broken dreams, He’s the open door.
People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
When will we realize, people need the Lord?

We are called to take His light
To a world where wrong seems right.
What could be too great a cost
For sharing Life with one who’s lost?

Through His love our hearts can feel
All the grief they bear.
They must hear the Words of Life
Only we can share.

People need the Lord, people need the Lord
At the end of broken dreams, He’s the open door.
People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
When will we realize that we must give our lives,
For peo-ple need the Lord.

People need the Lord.

Worry & the BellyAche

I suppose you heard the saying “Worry is like a rocking chair. It goes back and forth but gets you no where.” I disagree with that quote. Some times it gets you sick! Recently, my husband and I were working down in the basement when in passing he asks me if I was feeling ok. I said sure but wondered if he isn’t. He was like “No, I think I’m getting sick.” Those aren’t words I enjoy hearing and immediately I began thinking that he must be getting the stomache bug. Now there are few things I detest worse than the stomach bug. So I began mentally plotting a way to outsmart it. I began taking vitamins and more vitamins and over the counter medications and so forth. Well, it was no wonder that after a while I soon wasn’t feeling real hot. Conrad wondered what was up so I told him.  He began laughing. Here he meant that he thought he was getting a head cold! And I went to bed with a very unhappy stomach because I was trying to outwit my supposed stomach bug that was coming!

Worry is like that!It comes naturally. Worry can make you physically sick. It isn’t worth it! It can even make you go crazy after a while. Is it any wonder, the Bible is full of verses like these?

1 Peter 5:7  “Casting all your care upon him; for he cares for you.”

Matthew 11:28 “Come unto me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

Phillipians 4:8 “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are
lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if
there be any praise, think on these things.”

So the next time you are tempted to worry, think of my bellyache. Trust me, it doesn’t feel very good! By the way, better ways of coping would be to pray, talk with someone else, journall, take a walk, and the list goes on…


How do you cope with worry? I’d love to hear from you!




Do You Believe in Santa?

We are at the time of the year of Christmas, gifts, lights, snow, parties, and santa lies. Do you believe in santa? Here is something for you to ponder…

“Santa Claus-An Engineer’s Perspective”

There are approximately two billion children under the age of 18 in the world. However since Santa doesn’t visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million. At an average of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second.

This is to say, that Sata has around 1/100th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh, and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth, we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a toatl trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa’s sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second-3,000 times the speed of sound. For comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second and a conventional reindeer can run at best 15 miles per hour.

The load of the sleigh adds another interesting dimension. Assuming that each shild gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set ( 2 lbs.), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land a reindeer can pull 300 pounds max. Even granting that the “flying” reindeer could pull ten times that amount, the job couldn’t be done with eight or nine-Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the load not counting the weight of the sleigh another 54,000 tons ( roughly the weight of the ship Queen Elizabeth).

600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance-this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth’s atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorf 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burtst into flames instantaneously, esposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake, The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters since Santa as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 miles per second in .001 seconds, would be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500 g’s. A 250 pound Santa (which seems slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

Therefore, if Santa did exist, he is dead now.

Hmm…what are you thinking?


My dear blog “family”,

Hello, from this winter season upon us! You will find that my blog posts have slowed to a few drops here and there! Life has been busy. I have been going through some soul-searching and questioning. Things along the line of…does blogging make a difference? Is my time spent blogging a waste?etc. as well as inner questions such as strongholds of fear and insecurity, what are the roots? etc. Freedom in Christ, prayer, blessing and the list goes on. Besides that we have done remodeling to our house. I am choosing to make a radical decision. I/we are choosing to get rid of our internet in our home for the next couple months. This will slow my blogging down to barely a trickle but right now I am raising babies for the kingdom.

I have a six-year-old girl who I’m teaching to be a young lady. A six-year-old who has an amazing vision to be a missionary nurse some day. This takes investing. I will not have her forever.

I have a small lad who is three. He’s ambitious, a pioneer  by nature. God has huge plans for this young man. But today is the day I can soothe his boo boos. Today is the day he can sit on my lap and be hugged and kissed and nurtured! In a blink he will be grown!

I’ve got a 6 month old living dolly. She is more laid back than my other two but God has a plan for her! I know because God has had His hand upon her since her conception. Medically speaking, she shouldn’t be healthy or normal but she is! She is the child who will take life as it comes resting and nurturing. She won’t always be my baby. Now I get to cuddle and comfort her but the day is quickly coming when it will take more than that to comfort her.

I have an awesome husband that I want to grow old with. This means taking time now! Time with and without our precious children. I don’t want all the children to marry and leave home and be left to live with a stranger. This means date nights now! Kisses now! Words of affirmation now! Time now!

So I’m getting rid of my internet. It won’t be easy for me because I LOVE research, pinterest, e-mail, and facebook! It is a great crutch. But now there is more important things that I need to be investing in! Things I count more important. It is like the next couple months will be like intensive care units for my little family! Then there are other things, like our church’s children ministry an hour’s drive from our house every week, our church, and friendships.

I have living souls to engage. Souls to cherish. Lives to touch and memories to make.

“Letting Go”~

I am not sure who the author of this was or where I got it but figured it was worth sharing.

To let go doesn’t meant to stop caring…it means I can’t do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off…it’s the realization that I can’t control another.

To let go is not to enable…but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness…which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another…I can only change myself.

To let go is not to care for…but to care about.

To let go is not to fix…but to be supportive.

To let go is not judge…but to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to be in the middle of arranging all the outcomes…but to allow the others to experience the effect of their own outcomes.

To let go is not to be protective…it is to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny..but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue…but to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires…but to take each day as it comes and to cherish the moment.

To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone…but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past…but to grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more.

These are instructions on how to let go…perhaps it is of a rebellious child, burden or sorrow, losing a loved one or learning to live with a heartache, which we just cannot let go of. Read this over…Study it… Pray over it… and you will find that letting go of your load will release a peace within you, which will allow your spirit to soar…to be free…to completely give it to God…and let a work be done within you where the need is anyway.

Thanksgiving-Photo Journey

Hi folks! I’ve been noticeably absent from blogging due to many interruptions in schedule and much needed updates being performed to our primary residence. But I invite you to join me on my photo journey…

Beautiful fall scenery and a Christmas wreath

Cold noses, strong legs, and the smiles of those I love best!

Thanksgiving bounty feast at Godilocks Grandma’s house…

We’ve so many things to be grateful for! Most of all, freedom through the blood of Jesus!!! May God be near each of my blog readers in a very special way during this holiday season!


Testimony Tuesday-Nigeria’s Red Letter Bible

The following is adapted from the November 2012 issue of “The Voice of the Martyrs” magazine.

Suleiman Abdulai is a Nigerian Christian who accepts the persecution promised by Christ. His Muslim family urged him to deny Jesus’ name and even tried to kill him, before finally disowning him. But, as Jesus promised in Matthew 10, the Holy Spirit gave him the words to speak before his accusers. Although faith in Christ has cost Suleiman his family, worldly possessions and reputation, he gained everything!

Suleiman was born into a wealthy northern Nigerian Muslim family. A smart young man, he used his sharp tongue and fierce intellect to debate publicly with Christians, trying to humiliate them. He thought frustrating the lives of Christians would help him earn enough favor to get to heaven.

His confidence in Islam began to weaken after he agreed to attend a Christian church service with a  woman from work named Elizabeth.

The first church service caused Suleiman to question his Muslim faith. It seemed that the pastor was speaking directly to him that Sunday morning describing things he’d done. Suleiman was shaken. He angrily accused Elizabeth for tipping the pastor off. When she adamantly denied it, he decided he’d test the pastor. He snuck into the church the next week and sat in the back. Again, it was as if the pastor were speaking directly to him. “He said thing that I never told anyone before,” Suleiman said.

After attending only two Christian church services, he was persuaded that he had found the truth. He gave his life to Christ and began studying the Bible, telling anyone who would listen to him about his new Christian faith. When Suleiman’s family heard rumors that he had turned away from Islam, they confronted him. “Have you given your life to Christ?” they asked. Suleiman willingly admitted that he had describing what he had experienced in church.

In anger and disbelief, his family asked how much money the church had given him to convert. “There is no money,” Suleiman told them. “I received the gift of light.” His family gave him a few weeks to reconsider his decision and called every Muslim leader they knew to pray for their wayward son. After several weeks with no apparent change, Suleiman’s father demanded “Deny this religion!”  But Suleiman replied, “No, it is impossible, because I have discovered the truth.”

Suleiman and Elizabeth got married. He then took her to meet his family but they remained furious about his conversion and his Christian wife. The entire family gathered around as his father insisted, “Deny this Christ or be killed!” His aunts cried and asked him, “Why can’t you deny him or at least pretend to deny the faith?”

Elizabeth shook with fear as she listened in the next room. She was certain he would be killed right then.

As the hours passed, Suleiman felt himself being worn down. “When the pressure was too much, I heard a voice,” he said. “I looked around but didn’t see a person. I heard him say, ‘If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father,’ This is when I knew Jesus was there.”

Confident that Christ was standing right beside him, Suleimand told his family, “I’m not going to deny who I serve. I am ready to die, because I know He is here.” Sensing that the Holy Spirit was urging him to leave, he walked to the next room, took his wife by the hand, and left his family’s house. “As soon as we got outside,” he said, “we started to run.”

He and his wife escaped that potentially deadly confrontation but his family came looking for him. Although he hadn’t told them where he lived, they managed to find his apartment. One day while Suleiman was away visiting with a friend, a mob armed with automatic weapons descended upon the building where he lived. Later, his neighbors told him that the men from his family said they would kill him when they found him. Suleiman said that realizing the Holy Spirit had led him away from his apartment that day gave the him the “strength and confidence to serve Him with all of my heart.”

“After I gave my life to Christ, I would lock myself in a room to cry, I was not sad because I was missing my family, but I was sad because they are not going to heaven.”

Suleiman is now an evangelist and public speaker who lectures on Islam and shares his testimony. When he is not busy speaking, he spends his time ministering to converts from Islam to Christianity.

Suleiman isn’t consumed by fear because he is convinced that Islam is false. “There is no peace in Islam,” he said. “Islam brings division, and the only way we can overcome Islam is by love-not by fighting, not by rioting. It is by love. If we can take the love of God and begin to share it with people, Islam will fall.”

He knows the Gospel is the answer. “We should not be scared. We have the power of God in us to reach a dying world.”

This year Suleimand intends to focus on sharing the gospel with Muslim leaders. “Anyone who kills me as a converted Muslim, his reward is double,” he said. “But we will not be afraid. We will still preach the Gospel to them.” He asks that we pray for his preservation, but said, “For me, to die is gain.”

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