Red and Yellow, Black and White....

Here's one story I have from Mexico that may have impacted me the most.

We went to a work camp on the Tuesday night that we were there. The living conditions consisted of a couple of concrete buildings made into row housing. Every family got to claim a small dark room for themselves. This is in the desert so everything is brown, dusty, and dirty. Adults and children did not have much in terms of warm jackets or blankets. The children were dirty and could have desperately used a bath. Most of the kids were barefoot while alot of the adults had sandals on. It was a very cool night. I was freezing by the time we left.

As we were there I had the opportunity to hold a baby. This baby girl was no more than 2 months old, maybe even younger. She had a dirty, short-sleeved onesie on, an old crocheted toque, little blue mittens, and socks that the orphanage volunteers had brought. She was wrapped in a dirty, dirty blanket and a filthy pink bath towel. My heart just ached for this child and her mother. As a mom I couldn't imagine raising my own children in such poverty.

I realized that this mom and I had much in common. We both wanted what's best for our children. We both loved our children. We both would do anything to protect them. It didn't matter that I was Canadian and she was Mexican. It didn't matter that I spoke english and she spoke spanish. None of this mattered because the same God who created me and my children also created her and her children. That's what we had in common.

This makes me think of the children's song "Jesus Loves the Little Children." It goes like this...Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, we are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.

There is so much truth to that children's song. He loves all of us despite our differences, our race, our language. It's incredible.

Back From Mexico....

I arrived back from Mexico on Saturday night. What an amazing week. Our team of 24 was able to serve at an orphanage in Vicente Guerrero, Mexico. Everybody learned a whole lot on this trip including me.

Prayer....it works. Everyone we spoke to at the orphanage had a story. It all began with a need, then they prayed for it and God responded and provided for that need. This is something that happens daily out there. It's incredible. It doesn't matter how big or how small the need is, God still hears and answers.

Love...everyone needs it. As we served out there we learned that it doesn't matter if you can speak in the same language or even come from similar backgrounds, as long as love is there you can communicate with anyone. The kids would wrap their arms around our necks and just be so thrilled to have someone to play with and love them.

One thing I learned to appreciate about Saskatchewan were our flat and straight highways. I struggled alot with being carsick on this trip and I also caught a cold. My supply of gravol was quickly depleted. I could never live in the mountains that's for sure. Thank goodness for a team of people who loved me enough to pray for me while I was sick.

That's all I have for now...there will be more stories to come...

Ok, Ok, I know it's been forever....

There is much that has happened since my last post. We've just celebrated Spencer's first birthday and he is growing so fast. He took his first steps 2 days before his birthday. How exciting is that??!!! I was worried I might miss this first of his. I thought I might be in Mexico for it.
Speaking of Mexico...it's only a week away! AAAHH! I'm not ready...still so many little things to buy and prepare for. I'm sure I'll be ready by Saturday but getting there will be the challenge. We have to be at the airport by 4 am Saturday morning..yikes that's early! Oh well, we can sleep on the plane, right?
Lots of big things coming up for our family with the missions trip and some other stuff. Should make for an interesting few months.