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Moses spoke this to the people as they were leaving Egypt and being pursued by Pharoah's army. They had been in bondage in Egypt for 400 years! And just as Moses declared, God did. The Israelites safely crossed the Red Sea, as God parted the waters and made clear and safe their path. The Egyptians, however, suffered a different fate... God faithfully protected His people.
So the LORD saved Israel that day out of the hand of the Eygyptians, and Israel saw the Egyptians dead on the seashore. Thus Israel saw the great work which the LORD had done in Egypt; so the people feared the LORD, and believed the LORD and His servant Moses. Ex. 14:30-31
God had faithfully delivered His people out of bondage and from the pursuit of their enemies. He promised to lead them to the promised land, a land flowing with milk and honey. And now, after witnessing the plagues fall upon Egypt, and after having their firstborn spared by the blood of the sacrifice during the Passover, and after watching the LORD deliver them across the Red Sea and out of harms way, they feared the awesome power and might and goodness of God. And they rejoiced...
"I will sing to the LORD, for He has triumphed victoriously!" Ex.15:1
Not even two months had passed when the Israelites hit hard times... they were hungry. Yet instead of calling out to the God who had so victoriously delivered them just weeks earlier, they complained and cried out to Moses...
"Oh, that we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the pots of meat and ate bread to the full! For you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger." Ex. 16:3
How quick we are (or at least I am!) to forget God's faithfulness, deliverance, & provision and to long for Egypt. God offers us joy and peace in good places, and we settle for comfortable & mediocre instead. It's easy to criticize the Israelites for their lack of faith and their rebellious hearts. But that's me. I am them. Wanting to go to the promised land, but looking back at Egypt. Lord give me the strength to follow and trust you! He doesn't promise "happiness" or an "easy" life... in fact, He assures us of just the opposite ("In this world, you will have tribulation.. but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." Jesus- John 16:33) But He does promise joy to the full in this life, and eternal life after.
I have a good friend who is also a missionary. She and her husband live and minister in Peru. She sent me this song in an email yesterday, and I couldn't believe how it perfectly fit with my devotions and the things God has been teaching me. Please listen to it, and ask the Lord to show you what your "Egypt" is... what do you need to leave behind so that you can follow Him to the promised land?
Painting Pictures of Egypt- Sara Groves
Oh, and in case you're curious, we did drink this water whenever it "looked" clean, for the first 4 months we were here... until we realized it really wasn't clean. So now we have a 5 gallon bottle of water on the counter. Ah good times.
But my computer is falling apart. I have a standard Toshiba laptop... it's worked out well these past few years. But after having Anna bash her toys on the keyboard and screen a few hundred times,traveling back and forth between here and the states, and just treating it with a general lack of respect & kindness, it is now on the verge of dying.
I only have one functioning USB port... and that is acting finicky lately. My CD/DVD drive is completely useless, and I now have a big ugly external drive plugged into my one usable USB port. The keys are falling out... I have found the letter 'K' in Anna's mouth on more than one occasion (I know, I know... I should keep the whole thing out of her reach... I know.)
And don't even get me started on the unimaginable slowness of my processor. Everytime I go to open a new document, my screen flashes black and white for a few seconds, then freezes, then the file opens. It does the same thing whenever I save anything. Very. Very. Annoying. (And no, it doesn't have a virus, I just scanned the whole thing yesterday).
So we're saving up. Every penny. I don't know how long it will be before I can afford a new laptop... but I'm in desperate need. And so I have begun
So here it is... my future pal... I hope... one day... soon... maybe...
These words are my definition- in order of priority. My role is that of a servant, a helpmate, a teacher, a caregiver, and an evangelist. This is no insignificant list. In fact, just reading the description of what I am supposed to be to those that God has given me is intimidating and overwhelming. In and of myself, I can do nothing. My strength and abilities come only from the very throne of God... the throne that He commands us to come to boldly to receive mercy and grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:16).
Today I am struggling to figure out how the "me" fits into this definition. I have so many creative passions within me that are itching to burst out. Perhaps in a 56 hour day I would find time to sweep & mop the house twice, cook & clean up 3 meals, teach & play with my daughter, show love to my husband, wash-hang-take down-put away laundry, read the Word & pray, study spanish, complete my ministry projects, and still have time to sew burp cloths for my best friend's new baby, add pages to Anna's scrapbook, work on a blog design, take the "photoshop for artestry" tutorial I've been eyeing, and begin a new quilt.
Striking the balance is the key- I'm sure of it. I just can't seem to figure out how to strike the balance. Oh Lord, please help me to find that perfect balance. My greatest desire is to be a good and faithful servant, and to be a wise steward of that which You have given me to do. Your Word declares that I should ask for wisdom... please pour it out upon me. The Proverbs 31 woman was a regular gal, and she managed to fulfill her role and find time for industrious hobbies. I have much to learn from this godly christian, wife, mother, homemaker & evangelist.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
And on her tongue is the law of kindness.
She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also and he praises her:
'Many daughters have done well, But you excel them all.'
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
Needless to say, we put it off as long as possible. But time on our current visa is running out, and in order to get started applying for our missionary visa, Anna needed to register. So we woke up at 5 am, put poor, very sick Anna into the carseat, and headed to the city... long before the sun came up. We arrived at the immigration building at 6:30 am, and stood in line. Then at 7:30am they opened up the doors and the crazy herd of people rushed inside to form yet another line. They gave us a number. Then we sat and waited... (well, Eric sat... I chased Anna around & then vice versa). But praise Jesus, we were only #6 and were in and out of there in less than 15 minutes.
Total time spent at immigration: 1 hour 45 minutes.
Not bad at all. We were home by 9am and resumed our morning as usual! (And the city water came on after lunch and I was able to do 2 loads of wash, scrub the shower & bathroom with bleach, sweep & mop the floors & clean the kitchen while Anna was down for her nap!) Now that's a productive day! Yay!
We had use of the truck this morning, and our empty fridge meant that we HAD to go to the grocery store. We have to go as a family because I can't drive a stick... so we loaded up and headed out. Anna was holding up... I could tell she was struggling to keep it together. So, like any rational, frugal parent, I bought her a doll to make her feel better. She was so excited when we got home and I handed it to her. She carried it all around until it was time for a nap!
It's not even 2:30, and poor Anna has already had a pretty rough day. We'll see how the rest of the day goes!
Why don't I remember more spanish? Why can't I recall what I learned in high school? Why didn't I take spanish in college when I had the chance? I lived in Southern California for Pete's sake, why didn't I learn? I taught hispanic students and English language learners in L.A. for three years! Why didn't I learn? I went to a church with wonderful friends, many of whom spoke the language well. Why didn't I learn? When we first got here I studied like crazy! I was making so much progress. Then I got busy with other things... and I've forgotten. Then I spent two months in America, and now it's all but lost. I am so annoyed with myself.
I LONG to get to know the people who are coming to our little fellowship. I want to make friends with the ladies on my street and at the store. I want to share in their burdens, pray with them, be a servant. But instead I listen to everyone, smoldering inside over the fact that I can't contribute to the conversation. I mean sure, I get the general idea much of the time... I understand quite a bit... but I just don't know how to formulate my own thoughts and sentences. I was doing so well the first few months here, but now I've become lazy. But it stops today. I am so sick and tired of being on the sidelines... I want to communicate! So that's it. Instead of spending so much time on other things, I am going to re-prioritize, and include language study again each day. Time to get back on the horse... giddyup! (Wow, sorry that was really lame.)
I am also working very hard to get a "real" website up and running! So until I get that under control, I may be slow to blog!
Please continue to pray for us! (Oh, and airfare on www.expedia.com is still only like $400 ROUNDTRIP & DIRECT from LAX to Panama City (PTY). So come visit!!!
But tonight I am turning a new leaf. I have completed the newsletter and brochure. I have a good start on the website (at least I've figured out how to do what I didn't know how to do before), and am finished with the various other design projects that I had going on.
Tomorrow I get to sleep in (Saturdays are my "sleep in day" where hubby does all of my normal morning tasks). I LOVE Saturdays. I get up late. I read my Bible in bed and I don't get up until my baby girl goes down for a nap. I love her to pieces, believe you me, but one morning a week it is so wonderful to stay in my PJ's and just have time to myself (and I think it's fun for Eric and Anna to have some father/daughter time). Plus, I need to prep myself for tomorrow night- we are having a couple of pre-teens over for pizza and a sleepover (these kids live with their entire family in a one bedroom shanty- 4 metal walls and a dirt floor). So to them, my tiny cement house is a palace... and I intend to spoil them with pizza and homemade cookies!
So, here's to rest & my sleep in day! Goodnight!
...some in weird planters...
... Anna makes a friend, they are picking up trash by the way...
...our lovely park...
...daddy & Dewey...
... leaving the park...
...we pass an interesting house...
... home sweet home...