Waiting on the LORD

Stephen and I are continuing on our long journey of waiting on the LORD.
I find it interesting that since submitting our applications, one theme has been ever present in all bible-studies, sermons, and conversations I have: patience.

This fall, I have been involved in a women's bible-study through our church. We have been studding the first notable women of the bible: Eve, Sarah, Hagar, Rebecka, Leah, and Rachael. Each week there has been a new variation on be patient. Each woman learned to trust on the promises of the LORD, to not try to take matters in her own hands, and to be joyful with today; not strive towards tomorrow.

It has been nice to see that I am not alone in my impatience. Each woman waited much longer than I for what God has called them to.

From week to week, hearing the same theme, I began to think, OK God, I get it. I've got to be patient. Yet the next week the theme would continue, never the same way, always a variation on how patience looks lived out. I realized I must not be getting it if God has to keep telling me. :P
I kept thinking I was being patient for Patience's sake. Then, last week God spoke to my heart through the speaker: Second only to suffering, Patience is the greatest teacher.

I am not waiting for an answer from Asian Access simply because of timing, God has something to teach me through waiting on Him.


OK Lord, My heart is listening.

from the mouths (or rather the journals) of children

recently I had to hire a sub to teach my class while I attended a meeting elsewhere. I had written a story starter on the board for them to work on in the morning.

This is the starter I gave them:

"When I walked into my classroom on Thursday, my teacher was nowhere to be found."

The students wrote stories about how I was kidnapped, sick, or at a meeting, but my favorite was this:


"When I walked into my classroom on Thursday, my teacher was nowhere to be found. She went on an airplane to go Japan..."



I wish.




I wonder if this little one knows something I don't.

The Truth Upside-down

Stalked by Google

I came a cross something rather strange that I thought I would share with you all.

This is a screen shot of a google map using the "Street View" feature. While Steve and I were bored one day, we decided to street view all of our old addresses. This is a picture of his apartment, where he lived before we got married.


Check out the car infront of the house...Yep... That's my car (Norman).

I find it quite bizzar (or maybe quite fitting) to have my car imortalized on Google maps as being part of the Street View infront of Steve's old Apartment.

Major accomplishments and minor snaffoos

After much work, then getting bussy, then more work, then getting bussier, Stephen and I have finally mailed in our completed Church Planting Associate Applications. I let myself be a bit later than normal to work to get what I thought were the last few details sorted out on my appliation. As I was putting it in the envelope I noticed it still needed a picture. Shoot. I was sure I'd find somthing later, so I ran off to work.
I was so excited to hear that Stephen found pictures of both of us to attatch to the applications, and then sent them off in the mail.

It feels so good to have that off in the mail.


Now for the minor Snaffoo.
I remembered I needed to get a Transcript of my College, and Pacific is being well... ummm.... quite frustrating.



I just have to keep chanting my new montra "All in God's Time."

Words of encoragement

"let us pray that our work will stand as a monumnet to an even greater God."

What a morning

This morning, while hanging out in our bedroom, we heard our cat, Marzipan, crash in through the pet door. Nothing strange here, this is her normal routine. She sleeps in our bed most of the night, goes to play early in the morning, then comes back home in time to wake me up. This usually comes with a pathetic cry, most likely for her breakfast, but I have decided she is asking where I am.
This morning, her entry did not come with the standard greeting. Instead Steve and I hear her crashing around in the kitchen. I got up to investigate, mainly to make sure she hadn't gotten into last night's dinner dishes.
When I walked into the kitchen I was greeted with an explosion of feathers.

"STEPHEN! Come see what Marzi is doing."

Our cat caught a bird. a LIVE bird. Which she was proceeding to beat to death in our kitchen.


We quickly helped the bird outside and locked Marzipan inside.

How I miss the days when she thought caterpillars were honorable presents.




Stephen, helped me look on the bright side of this exciting morning.
"At least she didn't bring it to us in bed."

~Kathryn