Our little Ax is learning how to stand and speak Spanish at the same time. What a kid!
Ax Is Quite The Student
My Friend Joaquin
Me and Joaquin (I'm the one on the left)With tears welling up in my eyes, I listened intently as Joaquin shared his testimony at our dinner table Sunday night. When Joaquin was six years old, his father began to search out deep spiritual matters. He really wanted to know who the true God was. The village spiritual leader had pointed him to a variety of different idols, but he knew in his heart of hearts that wasn’t the answer.
Shortly into his spiritual quest, some missionaries from Oregon showed up in his village to share the gospel of Jesus. Most of the villagers rejected their message out right however, when Joaquin’s father heard them speak, he understood that he was hearing the truth for the first time in his life. He asked Jesus into his heart and was radically changed. He endured many threats and great persecution for his new beliefs, but never wavered from the faith.
Three years later, Joaquin, his three brothers, and his father were walking over a mountain on their way to do some work. His father was having some issues with his feet and needed to stop for a break. He sent his boys on ahead promising to catch up with them shortly. That was the last time they would see their father alive.
On March 9th, 1952, the boys were to find their father in a crucified position with several stabs wounds all over his body. He had been murdered for his belief in Jesus.
Now at the age of 66, Joaquin daily lights up the camp here with his ear to ear smile. I asked him if it was hard to forgive the men that had killed his father. He said that for a long time it was. There came a point as he was growing up that he began to ask the same spiritual questions that his father had asked years before. He began to question what it was that his father had been willing to die for. This is when he found forgiveness through Jesus and was able to forgive. At the age of 18, he enrolled in a Bible school and began his studies to become a pastor. For this decision he was excommunicated by all of his friends and also had to endure great persecution. Through it all, he was able to successfully pastor several churches throughout Mexico up until he retired to take care of his ailing wife a few years ago.
Joaquin was only the age of my oldest son Smith when his father was cruelly stripped out of his life. As he shared his story, our whole family sat in silence, which doesn’t happen too often, and relished in the fact that we were in the presence of such a great unsung hero of the faith.
Before he left for the night, he prayed over Rachel and me, and then we prayed for him. It was a wonderful experience. It’s an honor to call this man my friend.
Please pray for Joaquin’s wife as she continues to recover from a broken femur and a broken tail bone. Please also be in prayer for Joaquin’s Uncle Opie that has been fighting pneumonia for quite some time now.
Shortly into his spiritual quest, some missionaries from Oregon showed up in his village to share the gospel of Jesus. Most of the villagers rejected their message out right however, when Joaquin’s father heard them speak, he understood that he was hearing the truth for the first time in his life. He asked Jesus into his heart and was radically changed. He endured many threats and great persecution for his new beliefs, but never wavered from the faith.
Three years later, Joaquin, his three brothers, and his father were walking over a mountain on their way to do some work. His father was having some issues with his feet and needed to stop for a break. He sent his boys on ahead promising to catch up with them shortly. That was the last time they would see their father alive.
On March 9th, 1952, the boys were to find their father in a crucified position with several stabs wounds all over his body. He had been murdered for his belief in Jesus.
Now at the age of 66, Joaquin daily lights up the camp here with his ear to ear smile. I asked him if it was hard to forgive the men that had killed his father. He said that for a long time it was. There came a point as he was growing up that he began to ask the same spiritual questions that his father had asked years before. He began to question what it was that his father had been willing to die for. This is when he found forgiveness through Jesus and was able to forgive. At the age of 18, he enrolled in a Bible school and began his studies to become a pastor. For this decision he was excommunicated by all of his friends and also had to endure great persecution. Through it all, he was able to successfully pastor several churches throughout Mexico up until he retired to take care of his ailing wife a few years ago.
Joaquin was only the age of my oldest son Smith when his father was cruelly stripped out of his life. As he shared his story, our whole family sat in silence, which doesn’t happen too often, and relished in the fact that we were in the presence of such a great unsung hero of the faith.
Before he left for the night, he prayed over Rachel and me, and then we prayed for him. It was a wonderful experience. It’s an honor to call this man my friend.
Please pray for Joaquin’s wife as she continues to recover from a broken femur and a broken tail bone. Please also be in prayer for Joaquin’s Uncle Opie that has been fighting pneumonia for quite some time now.
Women's Retreat
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!
Sarah helping out with Ax.
Sylvia with snake
Barbara Lee
Hooray for second place!
Spiritual Scavenger Hunt
Jenna
Ladies
Free TimeLast week I got invited to a women’s retreat for missionary women in the area. I was a stand-in for a lady who was unable to come. So, with less than 24 hours notice and not wanting to waste someone’s non-refundable fee, I packed a bag for Ax and myself. Jon carried my stuff to the car and kissed me goodbye. In a way it was strange to be alone with people I barely knew headed deeper into Mexico with only a backpack and a baby. I knew that it wouldn’t be my friends, but I half expected a bunch of boring old ladies and some goofy-spiritually minded people who desperately needed a furlough back to the States. I spent the next 48 hours pretty much dumbfounded.
I’m going to try to explain to you guys how amazing it was to be with these women:
I was the only one there with a baby, which seemed to make me memorable to them. I kept trying to find a congruity amongst these ladies. The only thing I could settle on is Jesus. There were women who grew up in Mexico as missionary kids, women retiring after 45 years of ministry, young girls from the US who just got here a few months ago, women who got saved within the last couple of years, some there with their spiritual moms. I was blown away at their maturity. One lady got saved in jail when a prostitute told her to pray to Jesus. There were a lot of multi generational missionaries—very mature women all totally serving the Lord. Every so often they would all slip into Spanish, with no hitch at all, and they’d laugh as I sat there clueless. Here were the people doing really well what I had only just begun.
These women convene annually to refresh, reconnect, and share skills and tips on anything from cake decorating to entertaining for parties. I was amazed at how well done this retreat was. Everywhere we went there were lotion samples or lip gloss gifts or chocolates to savor. One thing I think I’ll never forget is the evening the animals came out. Tracey owns a local zoo-safari and shared with everyone her love for animals by demonstrating the beauty in God’s creation of the frog, lizard, rat, scorpion, and, of course the snake. Not a garden snake, mind you, but a ten foot boa constrictor.
I left for this retreat with nothing but a blank page, and came back with a whole world of encouraging encounters and relationships. Thank you Lord for that experience! I’m already planning for next year.
Our Oasis in Mexico!
The top of the building with the windows is our apartment.
You don't see these much in America anymore, but they seem to be the most popular playground equipment in Mexico.
The camp backs up right to a beautiful lakeshore--not any good for fishing, but awfully pretty!
This is where the kids and I usually have our morning Bible study.
Some of our laundry hanging out to dry.
An early morning shot of the pool where we've been teaching the kids swimming lessons.
The quiet street in front of the camp where we are currently living.
"Oasis of Living Water"...we love Coke.
The Metric system!...enough said
The back walkway to our apartment
We have been very blessed this month to stay as guests at the "Oasis Campamento." This camp caters to kids and youth that come here for a "summer camp" type setting all-year long. Our kids have loved interacting with all the other children and it's been a great chance for them to practice their Spanish. Rachel and I have enjoyed interacting with the staff on a daily basis and it's been a good chance for us to see how far we have to go with our language studies.
I've had the chance to fill in and serve as the night-time and early morning watchman. That status comes complete with walkie-talkie and keys. Basically, I work from 5PM to 11PM, starting again at 6Am to about 9AM. I am the gate bouncer, making sure that everyone coming or going is supposed to be doing so. I haven't had to pound or kill anyone yet, but I'm looking foreward to some good hand to hand combat. All this so that our friend can have a much-needed little break. And it's a good reason for me to practice getting up early.
One interesting fact is that this camp has many pianos throughout the grounds. The one best tuned I stumbled upon yesterday in a storage/workroom located underneath our apartment. That makes the count at five. I wonder how long it's been since they've been really loved on. So I play them all.
Love from Mexico!
the Nagels
Trip to San Francisco
We took a vacation to San Francisco the other day. That’s the name of the closest village to where we live right now.
We walked around the main town square, mostly deserted. Directly across from that was a beautiful church, totally empty, and we found this sign posted in the foyer. Losely translated I think it says, “To talk to God, you don’t need a cell phone. Turn it off before entering.”
It was fun walking around letting all the people stare at the gringos. Good times.
Feliz Cumpleanos A Mi!
Yesterday I turned 32 years old. Being in Mexico I didn’t expect a whole lot for my birthday. So, my number one birthday wish came true when I got to take a shower all by myself with just me a tank of hot water and the spiders. After that I was greeted with a birthday table runner decorated by the kids, and a plate full of chocolate-chip pancakes a la Jon. Then it was off to the Miracle Mobile for a birthday adventure run into town.
So far we’d only gone into town as far as the Walmart-like store called Bodega Aurrera. It’s not Walmart, but it’s way better than a Wyoming Pamida. Jon was driving further into town in search of Puebla’s centro. After about an hour of driving around, we realized that Puebla is A LOT bigger than we thought. We passed a Carl’s Jr. burger place, a Burger King, couldn’t find the alleged Starbuck’s, but Jon bought me a Mocha Frio from The Italian Coffee Company. Super yummy-oso!
Jon found this hole-in-the-wall restaurant and with his suave Spanish ordered our family three specials. I think this might be my favorite restaurant in Mexico. This guy brought mango juice in a carafe, a four course meal of bread, rice, soup, delicious chicken, salad, and a rice pudding dessert. All of that only cost $12. It was the beest! Then Jon used his super internal navigational system and somehow found our way home. I was very impressed.
The past few days Jon had been telling me that he himself would make my birthday cake. I laughed when I saw it…can you see why? It sure did taste good though. Then I was presented with a small stack of creatively wrapped presents. So sweet! We ended the day by snuggling up together to watch the movie “Encantada.” That was my big present…luckily you can watch it in English. It was a little too scary for Diego but the rest of us enjoyed it thoroughly.
It was a great day! (much better than last year!)
So far we’d only gone into town as far as the Walmart-like store called Bodega Aurrera. It’s not Walmart, but it’s way better than a Wyoming Pamida. Jon was driving further into town in search of Puebla’s centro. After about an hour of driving around, we realized that Puebla is A LOT bigger than we thought. We passed a Carl’s Jr. burger place, a Burger King, couldn’t find the alleged Starbuck’s, but Jon bought me a Mocha Frio from The Italian Coffee Company. Super yummy-oso!
Jon found this hole-in-the-wall restaurant and with his suave Spanish ordered our family three specials. I think this might be my favorite restaurant in Mexico. This guy brought mango juice in a carafe, a four course meal of bread, rice, soup, delicious chicken, salad, and a rice pudding dessert. All of that only cost $12. It was the beest! Then Jon used his super internal navigational system and somehow found our way home. I was very impressed.
The past few days Jon had been telling me that he himself would make my birthday cake. I laughed when I saw it…can you see why? It sure did taste good though. Then I was presented with a small stack of creatively wrapped presents. So sweet! We ended the day by snuggling up together to watch the movie “Encantada.” That was my big present…luckily you can watch it in English. It was a little too scary for Diego but the rest of us enjoyed it thoroughly.
It was a great day! (much better than last year!)
Some People We’ve Met Along The Way
Don & Ginger SmithDon & Ginger Smith retired from Houston and moved down to Mexico about 24 years ago. Many think of retirement as rest and relaxation. That’s not exactly what they got. They bought a 2,500 acre ranch and Don figured since he had a college degree he was smart enough to know how to run it. He now laughs about that and says he’s still learning every day.
Ginger is one of the sweetest, toughest ladies we’ve ever met. Though she still has the beauty, it’s hard to imagine that she use to be a beautician. She’s not afraid of spiders or scorpions and she’s definitely not afraid to get her hands dirty doing a hard days work.
Rancho "El Rayo" is an amazing place to visit. It’s just about 4 hours south of the border and they are currently setting it up as a place where hunters can come and stalk all the wild turkey they can dream of. Let us know if you’re ever in northern Mexico and we’ll help you connect with them. The days we spent there becoming friends with Don and Ginger will never be forgotten.
Ginger is one of the sweetest, toughest ladies we’ve ever met. Though she still has the beauty, it’s hard to imagine that she use to be a beautician. She’s not afraid of spiders or scorpions and she’s definitely not afraid to get her hands dirty doing a hard days work.
Rancho "El Rayo" is an amazing place to visit. It’s just about 4 hours south of the border and they are currently setting it up as a place where hunters can come and stalk all the wild turkey they can dream of. Let us know if you’re ever in northern Mexico and we’ll help you connect with them. The days we spent there becoming friends with Don and Ginger will never be forgotten.
Super Cream BreakfastThe morning we left Aldama we had breakfast at a popular restaurant called Super Cream. As we were finishing up the manager, David came over and started a conversation. Once he found out we were missionaries, he openly shared with us about how his grandparents had been missionaries. His mother also had been a missionary and in her day she would walk for days only to reach a village and have her message rejected, and be chased out of town.
David admitted to us that he too felt a call of God on his life, but he was afraid to respond. As far as Mexican standards go, he has a pretty cush job and three young sons to provide for. We shared with David about how long we had fought against and struggled with the idea of being missionaries. We shared with him about the fear we had to overcome and about how faithfully the Lord had met us along the way. Please pray for David that he would be released into the ministry that the Lord has waiting for him.
About an hour outside of Puebla, we ended up staying the night at a motel that normally caters to a more questionable clientele. Let’s just say, you can rent the rooms by the hour. The manager, Fernando and his staff seemed thrilled to have a family stay with them and went out of their way to make our stay comfortable. Fernando took us on a tour of his private garden and was very proud of the fact that he came over from northern Spain.
Davis and I took a walk before bed and prayed over the grounds of the motel. We asked the Lord to move mightily in that place and in Fernando’s family.
As we were pulling out in the morning, Fernando sent one of his workers running after us. We thought he may want more money or something. As it turns out, he was so glad to have us as his guests that he wanted to give us a parting gift of some glasses and some ash trays. We were humbled by his gift. Please lift Fernando and his family up in prayer that they would come to know the Lord.
Grandpa Jim with Diego
Grandpa Carol with Zaisy
Finally, but certainly not least, we got to know a couple that we’ve known for years. Jim and Carol Nowlin. We’ve always known them as the quiet servant-hearted parents of my good friend Jim. In Mexico, we got to see another side of them and enjoyed every minute of it. They shared with us from their great wealth of wisdom, though they’ll never admit they’re wise. They delighted us with their humor and blessed us not only financially, but with fellowship and in many other ways they’ll never know. They treated us as if we were their own children.
Thanks Jim and Carol for everything! You’re the best!
Davis aka Diego
This is one of the funniest kids I’ve ever met. He’s always doing things to make all of us laugh. Quite the entertainer this one is going to be. He even already has close to perfect pitch. Amazing!
As soon as we crossed the border, without any prompting at all, he changed his name from Davis to Diego. Many times, if we say, “Davis come here.” or “Davis don’t!” he’ll either completely ignore us or turn to us and remind us that his name is not Davis…it’s Diego. Can this kid really only be 2?
We’re not sure how long this will last, but it’s pretty cute for now. We also decided to hit the potty-training pretty hard with him once we got into Mexico. He will now drop his pants at any given moment, in any given location to relieve himself…but he doesn’t go in his pants anymore! And he has now gone two nights without a diaper and has been completely dry in the morning. Praise God!
Our little Davis/Diego is such a blessing to our family. We had decided that after two kids we were finished. God had different plans…and we’re so glad He did.
We can already see that this little boy has a great purpose and we’re excited to have a hand in molding and shaping him into the fine man that will one day change this world.
As soon as we crossed the border, without any prompting at all, he changed his name from Davis to Diego. Many times, if we say, “Davis come here.” or “Davis don’t!” he’ll either completely ignore us or turn to us and remind us that his name is not Davis…it’s Diego. Can this kid really only be 2?
We’re not sure how long this will last, but it’s pretty cute for now. We also decided to hit the potty-training pretty hard with him once we got into Mexico. He will now drop his pants at any given moment, in any given location to relieve himself…but he doesn’t go in his pants anymore! And he has now gone two nights without a diaper and has been completely dry in the morning. Praise God!
Our little Davis/Diego is such a blessing to our family. We had decided that after two kids we were finished. God had different plans…and we’re so glad He did.
We can already see that this little boy has a great purpose and we’re excited to have a hand in molding and shaping him into the fine man that will one day change this world.
Into The Heart Of Mexico!
Get that corn out of my face!
What a week this has been! We loved the time that we got to spend on the ranch. It was such a blessing and a great place to start out in Mexico. We were sad to leave, but there were other guests scheduled to come and stay in the house, so it was time to move on. We spent a quiet week in a house on the ministry base of “The Way of The Cross.” This too was an amazing blessing and we were still close enough to the ranch to go catch a couple more catfish to eat.
We had an inner drive to get further south into Mexico and closer to Oaxaca. Grandpa Jim and Grandma Carol had briefly met a missionary from Puebla, a city about 60 miles outside of Mexico City, named Jonathan Smith a few years ago while they were in Texas. She gave him a call to let him know that we were coming his way and wanted to stop by to say hello. At the end of the conversation she asked him if he knew of any houses we could rent in the area. He said, “It just so happens that we have an apartment available on our base here on April 1st and they can have it for a month.” So the journey continues.
Before we left Aldama, we took the kids out to the Gulf of Mexico to go swimming and play on the beach. We all had an amazing time. It was one of the nicest beaches I had ever been to in my life. So though we have moments of great homesickness and culture shock, the Lord continues to give us times of great fun too!
On the morning of April 1st we left the Aldama region of Mexico and started our descent into the heart of the country. We made it as far as Tampico when we ran into our first little glitch of the trip. I was trying to keep up with Grandpa Jim in traffic and I didn’t notice that the light had changed from green to red. I’m still amazed how running through one little red light in Mexico can set your day spinning. Many people had prepped me for encounters with the police in Mexico, yet I still wasn’t really prepared. I tried to explain to him that I was trying to keep up with my amigo and I didn’t see the light change. He didn’t care and just kept pointing to his ticket pad and rattling off in his quick Spanish. I was able to make out that he wanted to write a ticket and have me follow him down to the station. I didn’t want that to happen, so as I had been instructed, I asked if I could pay him some money to forget the whole thing. I offered him 50 pesos, about 5 bucks, and he laughed and said, “No, no, no, 300 pesos.” I explained to him that I did not have mucho dinero and the most I could give him would be 100 pesos. It just so happened that when I reached into my wallet, the first bill I was able to discreetly pull out was a 100, and when I put it in his hand it made him happy.
So with hands shaking and a grateful heart, I pulled back out into traffic only to realize I had no idea where Jim and Carol were. Neither of us had cell phones so we drove around Tampico for about 3 hours looking for their little green Toyota truck. Rachel finally convinced me to pull over and email Carol and see if she would respond. Well, I realized I didn’t have her email address so I had to email Jim and Shiloh to ask for it and see how quickly they would respond. Amazingly, Shiloh responded almost immediately. I was able to email Carol and she quickly responded from an internet café down the road. We reconnected in the Walmart parking lot and I was never so glad to see a green Toyota truck in my life. I thought Jim may be upset about losing a day of travel, but he amazed me by saying, “Well, we might as well just laugh the whole thing off.” From that statement and several other experiences, he was to remind me so much of Rachel’s dad.
With that behind us, the next day we drove from sea level up to 7,000 feet in the air. Ouch! It was hot outside and the going was slow behind big semis and buses. It was the first time I had ever seen the temperature gauge move on the Miracle Mobile. Poor thing, we made it work so hard…but it did great! It’s amazing how the Lord knew exactly what kind of vehicle we would need. If we would have ended up with some of the other junkers we were looking at, we would have been in big trouble.
Well, after driving over what seemed like 20,000 speed bumps (in Spanish: topes: pronounced “toe-pays”) we eventually made it into Puebla, which is a beautiful city. It’s known as one of the safest big cities in Mexico. It’s the city the Shah of Iran chose to flee to back in the 70’s.
We didn’t know what to expect, and quite honestly didn’t have high expectations. But when we pulled up to the ministry base here I was absolutely blown away. It’s set out on a peninsula of a beautiful lake with one road in-one road out access. There’s a giant pool for the kids to swim in and an abundance of gorgeous flower trees. And that was just the beginning. When our new friend Felipe showed us to our apartment, I was amazed to walk in and see a piano in the front room. The Lord is so good. The girl in charge of the main kitchen had stocked our little kitchen with a ton of food. And anything that we were lacking, Jim and Carol quickly went out and purchased for us. Did I mention that the Lord is good?
I can’t emphasize enough the fact of how scared we were to step out and follow the Lord’s leading. Once we did, He has continuously met us and provided for us in profound ways. I think someday I will learn to stop worrying all together and realize that His plans are always better than mine.
We were sad to see Jim and Carol leave yesterday and will forever be grateful for the time we got to spend with them while they were here. We look forward to many Mexican reunions with them in the future.
That’s all for now. Just know that the Lord is good and if He is calling you to do something, anything at all, step out and do it. You will be amazed!
We had an inner drive to get further south into Mexico and closer to Oaxaca. Grandpa Jim and Grandma Carol had briefly met a missionary from Puebla, a city about 60 miles outside of Mexico City, named Jonathan Smith a few years ago while they were in Texas. She gave him a call to let him know that we were coming his way and wanted to stop by to say hello. At the end of the conversation she asked him if he knew of any houses we could rent in the area. He said, “It just so happens that we have an apartment available on our base here on April 1st and they can have it for a month.” So the journey continues.
Before we left Aldama, we took the kids out to the Gulf of Mexico to go swimming and play on the beach. We all had an amazing time. It was one of the nicest beaches I had ever been to in my life. So though we have moments of great homesickness and culture shock, the Lord continues to give us times of great fun too!
On the morning of April 1st we left the Aldama region of Mexico and started our descent into the heart of the country. We made it as far as Tampico when we ran into our first little glitch of the trip. I was trying to keep up with Grandpa Jim in traffic and I didn’t notice that the light had changed from green to red. I’m still amazed how running through one little red light in Mexico can set your day spinning. Many people had prepped me for encounters with the police in Mexico, yet I still wasn’t really prepared. I tried to explain to him that I was trying to keep up with my amigo and I didn’t see the light change. He didn’t care and just kept pointing to his ticket pad and rattling off in his quick Spanish. I was able to make out that he wanted to write a ticket and have me follow him down to the station. I didn’t want that to happen, so as I had been instructed, I asked if I could pay him some money to forget the whole thing. I offered him 50 pesos, about 5 bucks, and he laughed and said, “No, no, no, 300 pesos.” I explained to him that I did not have mucho dinero and the most I could give him would be 100 pesos. It just so happened that when I reached into my wallet, the first bill I was able to discreetly pull out was a 100, and when I put it in his hand it made him happy.
So with hands shaking and a grateful heart, I pulled back out into traffic only to realize I had no idea where Jim and Carol were. Neither of us had cell phones so we drove around Tampico for about 3 hours looking for their little green Toyota truck. Rachel finally convinced me to pull over and email Carol and see if she would respond. Well, I realized I didn’t have her email address so I had to email Jim and Shiloh to ask for it and see how quickly they would respond. Amazingly, Shiloh responded almost immediately. I was able to email Carol and she quickly responded from an internet café down the road. We reconnected in the Walmart parking lot and I was never so glad to see a green Toyota truck in my life. I thought Jim may be upset about losing a day of travel, but he amazed me by saying, “Well, we might as well just laugh the whole thing off.” From that statement and several other experiences, he was to remind me so much of Rachel’s dad.
With that behind us, the next day we drove from sea level up to 7,000 feet in the air. Ouch! It was hot outside and the going was slow behind big semis and buses. It was the first time I had ever seen the temperature gauge move on the Miracle Mobile. Poor thing, we made it work so hard…but it did great! It’s amazing how the Lord knew exactly what kind of vehicle we would need. If we would have ended up with some of the other junkers we were looking at, we would have been in big trouble.
Well, after driving over what seemed like 20,000 speed bumps (in Spanish: topes: pronounced “toe-pays”) we eventually made it into Puebla, which is a beautiful city. It’s known as one of the safest big cities in Mexico. It’s the city the Shah of Iran chose to flee to back in the 70’s.
We didn’t know what to expect, and quite honestly didn’t have high expectations. But when we pulled up to the ministry base here I was absolutely blown away. It’s set out on a peninsula of a beautiful lake with one road in-one road out access. There’s a giant pool for the kids to swim in and an abundance of gorgeous flower trees. And that was just the beginning. When our new friend Felipe showed us to our apartment, I was amazed to walk in and see a piano in the front room. The Lord is so good. The girl in charge of the main kitchen had stocked our little kitchen with a ton of food. And anything that we were lacking, Jim and Carol quickly went out and purchased for us. Did I mention that the Lord is good?
I can’t emphasize enough the fact of how scared we were to step out and follow the Lord’s leading. Once we did, He has continuously met us and provided for us in profound ways. I think someday I will learn to stop worrying all together and realize that His plans are always better than mine.
We were sad to see Jim and Carol leave yesterday and will forever be grateful for the time we got to spend with them while they were here. We look forward to many Mexican reunions with them in the future.
That’s all for now. Just know that the Lord is good and if He is calling you to do something, anything at all, step out and do it. You will be amazed!
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