Emotionally Driven…

Fake crying… I was sitting on an airplane earlier this week and I heard it. The little girl behind me was doing a good job getting her mother very worked up and very stressed out. I could tell she was trying to do so, but I wasn’t sure at first what it was she really wanted. Now, I have practice recognizing fake crying – one of my daughters is very good at it as well. But I generally don’t fall for it. I mean, I am kind-of a softie: the kids can get me to drag on the bedtime routine and I fall for it. “Mommy, can I tell you one more thing…?” Nevertheless, I have little tolerance for the fake crying. I often try to reason with my daughter when she does it. I know, reasoning with 4-5 year olds is limited, but I try anyway. Jeremiah agrees it is good to talk to our kids with real, complex thoughts, but he continues to think that I often try too hard…and he is right.

Anyway, so I keep using the refrain “now, remember that we want to help you and take care of you. But if you use fake crying, then it makes it harder for us to believe you when you really need help. Like the story about “The Wolf who Cried Boy” that we read at the library…” (Yes, you read that right; it was a twist on the normal story). Or I use another refrain “Sweet girl, we really want to practice speaking truth in all things, even the little things, because it builds trust, and leads to blessings in relationships.” Or another refrain: “Do you want people to do that to you? Let’s treat people how we want to be treated…”

Funny, right? When we say these things to children who are emotionally driven and in-the-moment focused. Logic doesn’t really sink in when emotional or reactive reasoning is going on. But perhaps if I keep repeating it, she will remember someday. And she does. They all do. But it usually feels like someday doesn’t come soon enough…

Well, a matter of minutes later, I see what the girl on the airplane wanted – she wanted attention; she wanted control.  After her mom got up with her, she was happily walking up and down the aisle, singing to herself, with her mom trailing behind, the amused ‘isn’t my daughter cute’ look on her face.

I can’t help but think about how we adults also fall prey to reactive reasoning (and/or emotional manipulation…) to get what we want, even if it means treading on someone else in the process. I tend to assume that with kids, it is not malicious—they are just no-holds-barred-self-serving. It is sinful, but not malicious. That is probably often true with adults too—but we bear more responsibility, and should seek to put others’ interests above our own.

What can reactive reasoning look like for adults?  I am no expert, but here are some of my musings. I think sometimes it can be the look that says, “how dare you criticize and offend me,” instead of humbling ourselves and recognizing the kernel of truth in the criticism. It might be assuming someone was objectively wrong for saying something that we don’t like (offending me/us), instead of assuming the best, believing the person has the right to express his/herself, and seeking to understand where he/she might be coming from. It is pouting or avoiding another person, trying to make her feel guilty, instead of being honest and letting her know that her choice hurt you. It is getting angry and blaming others for the consequences of our own mistakes.

Now, this can show up in face-to-face relationships (I have in fact done it to Jeremiah in various ways). But it can also show up in the digital realm (e.g., scary political pontificating and bashing on Facebook). It can also occur across racial, cultural, ideological or even theological lines, as Christen Cleveland so aptly points out in her book Disunity in Christ.

The problem is that if we are using reactive reasoning, it feels threatening when someone tries to break into our reactive reasoning with logic, so we can react by belittling or marginalizing him or her instead of listening and seeking to understand. My daughter does this quite well. When I try to place logic into her moments of emotional frenzy–such as giving her wisdom about how to make a better choice next time, she often gets the steel-like look on her face that indicates she is either going “all bad” on herself, or getting ready to kick or hit anyone who comes near her.

Unfortunately, we can’t overcome this way of thinking by just trying to. Our pride and selfishness go too deep. We need help! We need the Lord to help us. We need the Holy Spirit to produce the fruit of the Spirit in us—love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, etc. I always tell my kids to “Ask God for help when you are frustrated, so you can remember to use respectful words instead of your body.” But we (both kids and adults) need help to even remember to ask. What a pickle.

I think it starts with choosing humility. Following Christ’s example. Christena Cleveland mentions a statement from the movie Music Within in her book, said by a disabled person when talking about how to help people care about the disabled. He says “You don’t need to change how they see [differently abled] people. You need to change how they see themselves.” Disunity in Christ, p97. Now I haven’t seen the movie, but it is a powerful thought; one that is really tied to the heart of the gospel. Instead of always trying to blame others for our pain, or trying to feel better about ourselves by devaluing others, we need to see ourselves as we truly are.  To value Christ’s sacrifice, we have to see our need for it. Jesus says he came to heal the sick; we have to know we are sick. We have to know that our reactive reasoning is coming out of our brokenness, not out of the other person’s actions.

I turn to God’s word to help me remember who I am and just how much help I need.  Romans 5:8 says: “But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” There is no room for pride. Pride just leads us back to the law, which we cannot measure up to, and which enslaves us in guilt. But if I compare and put others down to boost myself, that is what I am doing; it doesn’t lead to happiness, and there is a deep rooted guilt that we then try to suppress if we refuse to confess it. That is not what God wants for us. Galatians 4:9 says: “But now that you have come to know God, or rather to be known by God, how can you turn back again to the weak and worthless elementary principles of the world, whose slaves you want to be once more?”

As in many cases, coming back to the Greatest commandments as Christ taught them also helps. When we “Love God” with our whole selves, by focusing on him, we can’t help but see ourselves more accurately. When we see ourselves more accurately, recognizing that we have tremendous value because of who we are in Christ, not because of our own greatness, then we will “love others” better. It will overflow out of us, and we will want to understand and care for others, no longer defensively trying to draw lines around ourselves.

I am thankful that “in Christ,” I am a “new creation.” (2 Cor 5:17). He is still doing the work in me, and I have a long way to go, but I praise Him that HE is the one at work. So I can say with the Psalmist “the Lord is my light and my salvation.” (Ps 27:1).

Back to 5…Reflections of a Frazzled Mom

For those who have been tracking with our family for a while, you know that, as foster parents, we have ranged from 3-5 kids for the last 3 years. It is crazy to me that we have been on this journey that long. Our very first foster placement was a sibling set almost exactly 3 years ago, so we started our fostering journey with 5 kids.  Since then, we have only had one at a time…until now. We are back to 5, having just added #5 a month ago.

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Now, in Arizona, 5 was a lot. I remember getting a lot of comments like “Wow, you have your hands full,” when I had them all with me. Granted, they were all very close together in age, so that may have contributed to the sentiment too.

But in California, it seems, 5 is just crazy.  A recent experience we had at our local Costco will illustrate.  Jeremiah and I were walking towards the entrance, with the newest little one strapped to me in my carrier. I leaned over and kissed her forehead at that moment (notably, at this moment, the other 4 had run over to get a cart for us). A couple looked over at us and walked up—the man had a decidedly “Aww, so cute” kind of expression. He then said “Are you new parents? Is this your first?” Jeremiah responded with “No. She is our fifth.” The man looked like he was choking and let slip “You are S***** me,” as he quickly walked away. Jeremiah and I looked at each other, trying to stifle our laughter at the awkward moment.

I remember looking through a church directory one time many years ago, casually noting that families with 4 kids look big, but families with more than that just look huge. Yep, that is us—huge; very much outnumbered. When we first moved to Davis, I remember hearing about someone talking about a “HUGE” homeschooling family, and I was picturing families like some we knew in AZ and SD with 6-10 kids. Then I realized they were talking about a family with four kids. Haha. So 5 kids is just crazy, right?  On the edge of acceptable…

The funny thing is that it is not unusual in foster families. Once you get a heart for these precious children, it is hard to stop at just one; it is hard to not want to do more. In fact, friends of ours just took on two babies at once. One baby at a time is enough for me (props to those of you with twins…).

And yet….I have to admit I am pretty much at my limit. Many people say I am “high capacity.” I don’t know about that, but I do know I usually have had the mentality that I will “figure it out” in order to fit in what I need to get done.  I don’t feel that any more. No more room for “figuring…” It is harder to get work done at night when our older kids are staying up a bit later to read and then the baby is up for the late feeding because we haven’t quite figured out how to get her off of it since her hospital stay when she was used to it… Oh well. It is also harder to get the housework done when the new one is going through the “only Mommy” stage, and she won’t let anyone else hold her for long… Then there is the whole emotional reality of wanting to spend quality time with each kid, not to mention making sure I do a good job with teaching 5th grade to my one homeschooled kid…

Thankfully, I don’t have to be perfect. That is the good news of the gospel—Jesus was perfect, so I don’t have to be. I am accepted and I have an unending supply of grace from my heavenly Father. I can’t think of much better news than that. I don’t have to curl up in guilt when I have allowed my stress to build up and leak out into frustration-filled venting at my kids from time to time—I can apologize to them and rest in the fact that God’s mercies are new every morning. I can take a deep breath and ask God to give me more patience for the next time, and the next time, and the next. And he does. It gets easier. John 15 reminds me to “abide in Him…and I will bear much fruit.” img_20161112_130409

As I have reflected on having 5 kids, I often think about the statement I have repeatedly heard over the years that once you have 4, adding more is really no big deal.  I am afraid I respectfully disagree. I think it is largely a personality thing though. I am not really a natural “manager.” I think if I was, it might be a more accurate statement. Logistically it is true that a little more food, a little more laundry, etc., when you are already doing a ton, is not that big of a deal. Adding one more kid to the chore list when you already know how to get kids to do chores…no problem (unfortunately, I can’t put myself in the expert category here either…).  I will say, to be fair, however, that a baby is still a time drain, no matter how you shake it (haha). A joy-filled time drain, but a time drain nonetheless.

Anyway, since I am not really a managerial type, my main focus and my emotional energy is more centered on the emotional realities of nurturing 5 kids. In that sense, every additional child is a whole additional person that I am responsible to help guide towards growing in character, respect, love, compassion and maturity. I know I can’t make it happen—but I feel the weight of it. I feel the weight of my sin tendencies acting as barriers to them deeply comprehending the perfect love and balance of grace and truth that God gives. I am thankful that God has drilled some level of humility into me over the years and through numerous good friends speaking into my life, so that I can at least more freely admit my brokenness than I used to be willing to do.  So that, for example, when I notice my son reflecting my overly-developed task orientation, I can share with him the reality that it is both a strength and a weakness, and encourage him with the idea that we can help each other value time with the Lord and relationships with people over “getting things done.”

I didn’t have to go on this path that led me to 5 kids.  Some might say, in light of my desire to be efficient and my love of individual quality time, that I am in many ways the type of parent best suited to just a few kids. But I don’t regret this path. Doing Foster Care, and now becoming an adoptive mom, is changing me in profound ways that I believe are for the best. It has made me “less efficient” and “less successful” in my professional life, and yet I can’t really know or measure the positive impact that God is working in and through us because of these choices to open our hearts to these kids and to the societal/cultural realities that now weigh on us and matter to us so profoundly.

It is possible that many more foster kids in the future will be cared for well and will come to know Jesus because college students and other families see us doing this and might possibly think “maybe we could do it to…” I also believe I am closer to the heart of Jesus because he has moved our hearts with compassion and given us strength to respond. In addition, I more deeply understand that I am just as poor and needy as anyone; that me simply offering what help I am able to give is in fact helping me in ways I can’t even begin to quantify.

So pray for me…5 is a lot for me.  But praise God with me as well, that he has graciously given me this privilege of loving such precious and amazing kids.

A Fun-filled Fall Retreat

A weekend spent in the foothills of the Sierras is never a bad idea—even in the rain.  A week and a half ago we had our Yolo North Bay Cru movement’s Fall Retreat. Most of the students who came were from UC Davis, but we actually had a few high school students from our team’s Cru High movement in Woodland, and a few Napa Valley College students too. The weekend was full of connections, encouragement, worship and rain.

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There is something refreshing about rain, especially in the forest. On the one hand, it means that you cannot go outside as much and tromp around in the forest. On the other hand, it means that you get to hear the beauty of rain dripping onto leaves and from the trees and on the metal roofs of the camp where we stayed. Listening to the almost constant rain reminded me of the refreshment and blessings that God gives us. Sometimes it is when we are at the very end of ourselves, and sometimes it is in the midst of a season of already tremendous growth. But either way, water and nourishment are necessary and good. Jeremiah and I were blessed to help lead worship at the retreat—always fun—each time we stopped playing, the trickling rain on the roof continued, as if God’s creation wanted to go on worshiping. I took a deep breath and listened as I put away my violin, feeling even more refreshed.

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The retreat was a great time for all the students. Our speaker, Dan Curran, reminded us of what it means to walk with God, to be his disciples. We are called to be part of what God cares deeply about—being disciples of Christ and helping others to become His disciples as well.  As a group, we focused on Jesus, asking simple but not simplistic questions about what God’s word teaches us about God and about people. We were able to dig into scripture together in small groups, and remind one another of important truths and how they impact our lives.

There was also a lot of fun eating together, talking, playing games, and even some time by a bonfire during a brief break in the rain.

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When asked what their favorite part was, one of the things our four kids all mentioned was the large group game. They just love being with the college students. Our littlest one especially loves being with so many students and going from one to the next soaking in attention and making them feel special too with her affection and interest in them. I praise God that she is so social—a perfect fit for our family and the work God has called us to. J

We are excited for what God is doing in students’ lives this Fall, and we trust that He will continue to move here at UC Davis and beyond!

I am just one among many

Last weekend I ran in a race. There were so many people participating—thousands of runners.  It was only my second race, and the first that was a really big-production type of race. I was amazed at all the pieces that went into it—the organization, the paid workers, the volunteers, the teenagers cheering us along the route, the free food at the end.  All I was doing was showing up and running.  And I was solidly in the middle of the pack of runners—not trying to beat the 2 hour mark, but just running to have fun and get in shape. I found one of the pacers who was going my speed and just stuck with him. I kept a steady pace and kept going. I didn’t try to rush out front, because I knew that the long-term view meant that each steady step, one foot in front of the other, was what was going to get me to the finish still going strong.  I was just another runner, but I had to run my race on my two legs.

Why does being one among many matter? We can feel so small and insignificant. And yet each individual has such a unique story, unique needs, unique gifts.  It is easy to want to be someone people notice.

But what if I am not really a “stand-out” person in my race/job/ministry/family? I think a lot of us these days try to ignore the fact that we are just one among many.  We might do this by posting on Facebook (I admit I did post a picture after my race…) so that our friends say how cool we are and make us feel like we aren’t just a part of the crowd. We might then think: ‘I got more “likes” than ever before—aren’t I so cool?’ Or maybe we try to keep getting better; we run more races and improve, so that we can say there are “more” people behind us now—we are more successful than they / farther up the ladder. Yet both of these responses ultimately fail to value the simplicity of just being one among many.

It is good to have big goals and to have heroes—just not when it means devaluing what we have right now.  I was reading an article recently where the author was talking about how he had dreams of being successful like a couple people he saw as heroes. But then he said that now, 10 years later, both of those heroes have fallen from their places of success and influence, and he realizes that “perhaps we can’t actually be our heroes. Indeed, often our heroes couldn’t really be our heroes either.”  Reformedish blog

Why do we as humans long so much to be in the spotlight? To be on top? Why do we envy those with more success, more money, more recognition? Why is it hard to be content to just be where we are and to meet the needs of those around us without any pomp and circumstance?

I am certainly not painting humanity as “all bad.”  After all, I believe that people are made in the image of God (as it says in Genesis 1) and that we therefore possess tremendous creativity and a desire to influence and help others, reflecting His character and heart.  Typically, I think most of us have mixed motives when we feel that desire for more influence/more recognition. Sure, it is partly pride and discontent; but it is also partly a desire to have a positive impact. Yet the self-focus can take over and poison the positive desires if we don’t pursue humility and fight against comparison.

It has helped me to remember that maybe we aren’t meant to see ourselves as the center of the story.  We should clearly not be at the center of other people’s stories (even our own children—we do not control or run their lives, despite our best efforts at times).  But I am also much happier and more content when I don’t see myself as the central focus of my own story either.  You might think that is crazy. How can anyone besides me be the center of my story? Well, it is strange if I think my destiny is up to me. But there is so much we can’t control. When God graciously interacts with people in the midst of this broken world with so much evil and loss, he shows that he definitely cares about us as individuals, but that in fact the story is truly about Him [for example: in the book of Ezekiel, God keeps describing what will happen to different peoples, and then says “Then you will know that I am the Lord”]. He is at work bringing about the ultimate rescue plan (as the Jesus Storybook Bible puts it).

Where then is my focus? Is it on how every detail around me relates to my story, or on how my life and relationships point to God’s story? When we focus on ourselves, we tend to compare to others instead of being thankful and living where we are placed.  A reminder of this truth is in John 21, when Peter is talking to Jesus about his own life and then shifts his focus over to John, asking “what about him?”  Jesus’ response is powerful: “[W]hat is that to you? You follow me!” (Jn 21:21-22).

The book of Hebrews also reminds us that we should “run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith…” (Heb 12:1b-2). I want to fix my eyes, not on myself or on those around me, but on Jesus.  I want to run my race—the race that God puts before me, not one of my own making—with the people He puts beside me.

In the half-marathon last week, I met a nice woman, a fellow runner.  We started to run together. We had good conversation and encouraged one another.  She was just one of many fellow runners, but she was the one who made my race better. The people who won the whole race didn’t necessarily impact my run, but the person next to me did.  It is the individual real people we meet, who touch our lives, who give us moments of encouragement, that change us.

The little prayer of my heart therefore is this: “Lord, help me to run with endurance—loving, serving, and making a difference right where I am placed—and to keep my focus on the one who truly is the center of the story.”

“More…”

I think Fall is the season of feeling like you should do “more.” Does anyone else experience this? There are needs and wants all around us, and I really do love to help… The kids soccer teams need more referees or team parents; the kids schools want volunteers for the classrooms, for councils and committees, and for their PTA meetings and fundraisers; the church needs more nursery workers and Sunday School teachers and home group leaders; the local foster care community needs people to engage more to help provide transportation and meals for families.

Then there are the “shoulds” that we feel internally, even if they aren’t expressed desires from outside sources. For example, the feeling that I should do more preparation for the history lessons for home school; I should read more for my professional development; I should spend more time preparing for my mentorship times with girls; I should spend more individual time with each of my children; I should read more about trauma in young children; I should train more for my half marathon; I should do more sit-ups; I should cook more new recipes; I should find and use more coupons; I should dust more often; I should call those friends I keep thinking of and praying for, but not calling; I should journal more; I should pick up my violin more often, and on and on…

Our culture in the United States is full of “more.”

So how do we live in this culture without being consumed by it? Because, honestly, if I let that kind of thinking dominate my mental state during a particular day, what might result? Well, best case scenario, I feel inadequate and guilty.  Worst case scenario, I reinforce false concepts of the gospel in others, so that they think Christianity is about “measuring up.”  For example, I might (through my actions or words) subtly reinforce my daughter’s tendency (unfortunately inherited from me) to base her identity on how well she is doing and how much she is getting done…

A few possible mental directions come to mind in response to this pressure:

  • I can go “all bad” on myself by resigning myself to the idea that I am just a failure—I simply cannot measure up to people’s expectations of me or even what would I think would make me the “ideal” mom/lawyer/etc.
  • I can just go for it, and try to add as many things as I can, ultimately finding that I am not feeling better about any of it and instead feel burned out and frustrated that doing more didn’t result in the magical sense of “rightness” that I perceived would come in some strange recess of my mind.
  • I can just decide to banish all thought of inadequacy from my mind and “try really hard” to just not care what others think.

But I don’t really like any of those options. They don’t seem like solutions; they are more like reactions…. They each fail to address the deeper root in my heart of wanting to please others, wanting to seem good and “above average,” so to speak.

What, then, is the real solution? God’s Word points us to focus our hearts and minds on the person of Christ—on God himself.  We need to remember that He is “all,” so we don’t need “more.” He can give us all wisdom that we need (Js 1:5). He is the one worthy of our work and our effort, so we should choose to do all we do for Him, and not for the approval of others (Col 3:23). He is the one who establishes our plans and allows our way to succeed (Prov 3:5-6, Ps 37:5, Prov 16:3).

Even more importantly, He is the one who allows me to have the right motives in what I do (through the power of the Holy Spirit and the fruit He produces) and who has given me an identity rooted in Him, not in how well I am doing (Ephesians 1).  But why is this last concept so hard to internalize, even after years and years of experiencing God’s unconditional love as his adopted child? [Adoption is an important concept in scripture helping us understand the permanency and security of our relationship with God when we place our faith in him.]  I think it is because the culture continues to speak so loudly counter to these truths. For example, college students consistently experience the pressure and message that if they don’t get just the right grades and just the right internships, their dreams of career success will fall crashing to the ground; parents are consistently fed the idea that if they don’t offer their children enough extracurricular opportunities, their children will be at a disadvantage later; children are told (whether directly or indirectly) they are “bad kids” if they don’t meet behavioral expectations or don’t succeed academically; career women are told that they are failing to advance the important cause of women if they decide to take time off for a few years to focus on their kids.

What will we let speak to our hearts? I want it to be God’s Word for me. I want to serve out of joy and contentment in who I am and who God has made me to be and how He sees me, not based on how I think I measure up to the expectations of culture or colleagues or friends.

In Summer…

Summertime is interesting—more free time, yet it feels very busy.  Usually, we are off on a summer assignment with Cru away from home.  That is a different kind of busy—packing, adjusting to a new place as a family, and keeping up a very busy schedule as we minister to and with students. This summer, however, we are home (other than Jeremiah’s 2 week missions trip in June).  Then why does it feel so busy?  Well, partly because Jeremiah and I have continued to work from home (me just part-time of course), yet the kids have all been home (requiring invested attention).  In addition, it is partly because we have been giving a lot of emotional energy and time to helping our new little girl adjust to our family and to feel safe in our homeIMG_20160729_084018

We haven’t yet taken our family vacation, but we have had some fun family days, and the kids have stayed active entertaining themselves. As for organized activities, all four kids enjoyed our church’s Vacation Bible Camp. In addition, Isaiah, Bethany and Judah had a great time with swim lessons; they are now much more confident in the water, and love it when friends invite us to their pools.  We have frequented local parks, preferring the cooler morning hours before we go home and hide from the heat in the afternoon.  All four kids have such great imaginations–they IMG_20160625_122717make up worlds together, whether it is with Lego minifigures or with dress-up clothes.  Bethany has been doing some crafts for her doll and dove into reading with lots of library books. Isaiah continues to read everything he can, and then works on his next Lego designs.  Judah loves playing games and playing outside in the neighborhood.  IMG_20160628_172512

Poor Judah, however, has also had his fair share of sickness this summer, starting with a high fever from a tooth infection that required a tooth extraction, then ending up with a bug that lasted for a couple weeks and left him tired and weak. Sadly, I know exactly how he felt from personal experience…

Our little girl has had some fun firsts this summer too. Well, firsts as far as we know—it is hard to tell sometimes with kids this age, since kids from hard places can’t always distinguish between what they wish had happened and what really happened. Even if they do know, it is difficult (and even painful) to admit that a memory they really wish was true, didn’t happen.  Sometimes I think it is partly wishing they had been part of some of the family memories they hear us discussing, so they make up something similar with the people they have loved.  Other times I think the stories originate in wanting to forget the hard times, replacing them with hopes and wishes, sometimes a bit extreme in their scope.  I remember at one point with our first foster son, he insisted he had definitely gone to the moon with a particular loved one. You can’t get upset at them for lying in that moment, when you can sense the longing deep inside. This little one also changes her stories quite a bit. Some are extreme (like the claim of having gone to India and ridden an elephant), but others are a mix of reality and wishes, and seemingly neither she nor I can completely tell where one begins and the other ends.  I’m not going to worry about the details, however.  The stories will either sort themselves out over time, or our new family adventures and memories will come to the forefront in the storytelling, allowing the need to “impress” with the other stories to fade, and hopefully leaving behind a desire to share past memories in the safety of deep relationship.  I will keep listening.

We are pretty sure some exciting firsts have been involved, however.  She loved Vacation Bible Camp at oIMG_20160726_112938ur church and still sings the songs she learned there.  It was so fun to watch her excitement at the animals when we went to the zoo!  She has decided that giraffes are her favorite animal, though she also loved watching the little turtles swimming around too.  After experiencing our hammock in the back yard (we think also a first), she now has a new favorite way to relax.  We have some more firsts ahead too–tent camping for a night, and going up to the mountains for a few days to hike around, splash in a river, and hopefully pick wild blackberries.

Ah Summer!  As we wind down Summer and gear up for the Fall, we are very thankful for the time together we have had. I am trying to treasure the moments in my mind and heart, before the next season has come and gone…

Comfort to those in pain…a story from Argentina

I turned a corner and saw her crying, standing about 10 feet away. I and my partner for sharing that day, Melanie, walked over to her and I asked if she needed help with anything. She turned and said, “Can I have a hug?” So I hugged her for a few moments while she cried on my shoulder.

Juli (name changed) was worried about an upcoming test, not knowing if she should take the risk of taking the test she did not feel prepared for, in case it lowered her grade. She was under so much stress. That was the moment I saw her–she was overwhelmed with the pressures of life and I was there to merely comfort her.

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Other team members sharing the gospel at the spot where I first met Fran

Her teacher came out to talk, and they spoke for about 10 minutes about the situation. Juli decided not to take the test, but to focus on her other upcoming tests.  Knowing she now had a bit more time, I re-started the conversation.

Melanie (my teammate) and I were able to have about a 45 minute conversation with Juli, helping her move from a place in which she was trusting in her own good works to be right with God to trusting in the saving work of Jesus on the cross for her right standing with God.

After our conversation, she gladly gave us her information to get connected with Vida Estudiantil y Professional (the name of Cru in Argentina). She then gave both Melanie and I big hugs, thanking us deeply. All of this happened because I was available to help in the moment someone needed it.