Friday, December 8, 2017


The wood in the picture above is one thing that was missing from our campsite the night before. I'd had visions of us sitting around a blazing fire each night when I daydreamed of coming to Garner State Park for our family vacation.

The next morning after the line up for the restrooms with the kids, I got out the camp stove, struck a match to light the burner, then scrambled up some eggs.

The warm food was refreshing along with the bottled orange juice. When I looked around at my young little clan, I saw how their eyes sparkled amidst their giggles and laughter. They had a roof over their heads and full stomachs and in this gorgeous place. We were together on an adventure and I detected their anticipation. 

Changing clothes took a while as they took turns in the tent and then we brushed our teeth over the spigot by our campsite before exploring the campgrounds.

We found a dance pad with a jukebox, a jail which they played in for a while. We discovered on the other side of the campgrounds, there were newer campsites with newly planted trees so tiny that they did not provide any protection from the blazing afternoon sun. I was grateful I thought to ask for a wooded area when I reserved our campsite. 

We all piled into my bronze Lincoln Continental ready to head out for Leaky, TX, the nearest town, to enjoy a relaxing lunch and to search for more reasonably priced firewood.

I turned the key only to hear a grinding noise and then a click. No engine started up. No power.  I looked in the rearview mirror at the expectant faces and saw their smiles melt away. These were exchanged for puzzled looks of consternation. 

Now what? I didn't plan on any repair bills while I was up here. This was supposed to be a low budget vacation with fun in nature for the kids.

So, I pumped the gas one more time and then tried the key. Again there was no response.

The young Hispanic father headed toward us from the neighboring campsite. We had waved "hi" to the family while we were eating. He was camping with his wife and three children. Curious, I rolled down the window.

He asked me to pop the hood on the car so he could take a look. It couldn't hurt, so I popped the hood release. After looking things over, he told us to go ahead and to get out of the car and that he worked on cars for a living and he thought he could fix the car in about thirty minutes or so. (Maybe his wife rolled her eyes?)

This was unbelievable! I had just breathed a prayer asking God for help. I figured that I would have to call for a wrecker and since we were ten miles from the nearest tow station I had no idea how I was going to get all five of us into town, how long it might take, and what expensive parts and labor I was going to have to pay for as well as the towing.

Twenty minutes later, he reached for some soap and went to the water tap to scrub the grease off his hands. He splashed water on his face. Then grinned at us with the face of a victor. 

Exhaling, with a big smile on my face, I thanked God silently. We all expressed our gratitude to the young father. It was so kind of him to volunteer to assist us while on his family vacation. 

It was nearly eleven and the sun stood high and hot in the sky. The kids hurried to the car after my first call. The car rolled out of the park and purred contentedly like nothing had even happened. It was time to get to Leaky for an enjoyable lunch.

After eating our fill, the waitress gave directions to a house in town that sold firewood for a reasonable price. We drove around some until we finally found it. The owner came out and warily checked us out. He asked where we were from and found that I was alone camping with my kids.

When it came time to sell me the wood, he ended up filling up 1/2 my trunk with wood for only $5. To top it off, he also insisted that we take a bag of fresh peaches from one of their trees. After a quick stop for groceries, we headed back.

All the way back, I talked about the challenges of our short time away from home and we all marveled at God's hand in providing help with our tent, a free mechanic, and an abundance of wood with a bonus sack of fresh fruit to share with our generous neighbors.

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee; because he trusteth in thee. Isaiah 26:3

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


"Get up!  We're leaving on vacation today!"

Soon afterward, footsteps upstairs told me that four sets of feet were scurrying to be the first ones in the shower and dressed for our first day on the road.

It was 1985 and I wanted my children to experience something very special this vacation to take their minds off of the changes of the past few months.  

I was going through a metamorphosis of sorts as a newly single parent. So, carefully unfolding a state map of Texas, I highlighted my route in yellow from Rio Hondo to Garner State Park.  

When I was young and still at home, my favorite summer vacations began by loading up the camper with our sleeping bags, clothes, and a cooler full of condiments and hot dogs.  

My mom always chose scenic drives through the country so that we could drink in the beauty of the diverse land and water features of each region we crossed. 

Highlights of those trips for me were the talks around the campfire as it spits out sparks and crackled.  Laughter drifted from one campsite to the next.  

Hiking over wooded mountain trails to view a falls, far off glaciers, or trailing through extensive caverns gave me close-ups into another world that previously only existed on the slick pages of a heavy book of photos or a National Geographic.  

So like my parents before me, I wanted my four children, aged nine to three, to experience something different.  No motels.  No interstate highways.  No TV.  No phone.

Little did I know what lay ahead.

Pulling into Garner State Park, the last rays of sunlight were extinguished. By the time I had signed in and paid my fees I had to use our headlights to find my way to our campsite. As I looked ahead, lined up like an army squadron were a dozen Harleys parked... right across from my campsite. 

I sat in the car and sized up the situation. Hmmmm. After a five hour drive with my kids, was I going to back out in fear for our safety and go to a motel before heading home?

After considering my options, I decided to take a chance. Breathing a prayer and taking a deep breath, I pulled into our designated camping spot. 

As soon as we got out, all eyes were on us. It was quiet, fires were starting to burn and dishes were cleaned up from supper, so with nothing else to do, we were the entertainment. It was clear to see that I was alone with four small children. Nervously I pushed my hair back and wondered what I had been thinking to come all this way by myself without other adults to back us up?

A procession of teenaged boys walked our way. I greeted them guardedly, but they offered to put up our tent for the night. That task was finished in a matter of minutes. 

My kids helped to unload our clothes and gear and then asked me what we were going to eat. The camp store was closed and there was no wood beside our firepit to build a fire, so we scrounged around and found a few pieces of kindling, but could not get it to light since it was pretty green.

So, we munched on cold hotdogs and chips. The kids seemed fine with it, but I wondered if deciding to come out here alone was a little too risky. 
What was I thinking?

Tired, frustrated and disappointed in our disastrous beginning, I tucked my little troopers into their sleeping bags and lay awake planning our day until I dozed off to sleep.

I awoke early the next morning when the sun came up. It didn't take long for me to say a prayer of thanks for our safe journey and the kindness of the kids camped nearby. Their escape from boredom was our blessing. Maybe things were going to work out so that this would be a memorable time for these trusting souls.

In his heart, a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.  Proverbs 16:9 (NIV)

Wednesday, October 11, 2017


Hello out there!
I just arrived.
Hello, I cannot wait.
To see all that there is
To view here and there
Mountains in their snowy caps.

Hello out there!
I just arrived.
Hello, I cannot wait.
To hear the sounds that
Thrill me and inspire
The sultry song of whippoorwills.

Hello out there!
I just arrived.
Hello, I cannot wait.
To smell aromas that 
Waft in from orchards.
Orange blossoms sweet as fruit.

Hello out there!
I just arrived.
Hello, I cannot wait.
Ready for deliciousness
To taste the holiday fare
Twice Great-Great Grandma's pumpkin pie.

Hello out there!
I just arrived. 
Hello, I cannot wait.
The scratch and tingle
Touching textures diverse.
Twigs, rocks, and Kitty's fur.

Hello out there!
I just arrived.
Unpack your bags---
Release your hold on yesterday
See clearer through my eyes.

Monday, July 17, 2017


     This morning, my parents and I awoke early. I had a plane to catch from Phoenix to Austin, so I wanted to get an early start on the day and spend a few last precious moments with them before I took off.
     My Mom was up at four and could not go back to sleep. Her cell phone had not been connected to the charger and it was totally blacked out and unresponsive.
     It occurred to me that I am sometimes like that phone. Often I abuse my body and don't give my brain the time it needs to reset through proper rest or a regular sleep pattern. My ability to function efficiently is reduced noticeably.
     Lack of sleep affects our memory according to Alice G. Walton, Ph.D., in Forbes Magazine. She also found that our cognitive thinking and ability to create or think out of the box are impaired. 
     Depression is more prevalent in people with five or fewer hours sleep or more than 8 hours over a span of days.
     Longevity and good health can be compromised when we continue to ignore our need of essential recharging time. Our body does not have the time it needs to detox our organs so we end up dealing with the effects of inflammation, as well as weight gain which causes our body to accumulate extra pounds.
     In children and teens, improper brain development is a permanent issue and the effect on grades is another that shows up in studies.
      As I consider my Mom's dead phone and the verse we read at lunch yesterday, "He restores my soul." Psalm 23:3 (NASB), I marvel at the intricate design that God lovingly configured into us during our creation.
     The Creator designed the human body with its brain as His masterpiece of genius that still boggles scientists and doctors. So much is still unknown about our control center.
     Balance and care are my stewardship of this gift. I will consider this more readily and will try not to wait until I have spent my strength ignoring this principle. 
     Sleep well and reboot.

Enjoy Goodnight My Angel, a lullaby for young and old, sung by Billy Joel.

Thursday, June 22, 2017


Life is a whirlwind of events, people, and emotions to boot.
Which way shall I go? 
Who shall I speak to? 
How shall I react?
You never know when you wake up what will be what, do you?

I wander along familiar paths and then life takes a turn, oh no!

When I look to find my way I find out that all the rules have changed.

Well, life is also an adventure, a thrill, always new sights and smells.
Which new thing shall I venture into, where shall I head next?
Shall I snort and laugh hilariously?  Or am I tempted to shrink away?
Only the day and the hour will tell... I cannot wait to find out.

Life is a destiny, for when you find that place you belong, that fits...
You sense a sudden warmth spreading like after a gulp of steaming tea.
It moves inside you then out again with the speed of a snail.
Massaging in such delightful contentment that will not be contained for long.

Life has its ups and downs, and at times is unexplainable in words.
Craziness both good and bad, shuddering and cold like an iceberg,
While other times so delight, that the warmth floods to refresh the soul.
Life is a whirlwind of the unknown and I am sure that it is best that way.

Saturday, May 6, 2017


Clutching my binder to my chest, I hiked home from McCulloch Junior High making strides to get home as soon as possible. Normally, I was tempted to stop at the neighborhood drugstore to buy some Bazooka bubblegum or some other penny candy. But today, I could hardly wait to get home.

As soon as I opened the front door, I rushed up the stairs and plopped on my bed with my new yearbook clutched in my hands. I eagerly turned the pages to find the autograph section at the back. I could not wait to see who had signed my book which I passed around at school, but even more than that, to see what they had to say about me.

Fun to be around. 
A cool girl.
Have a neat summer.
Hey there.

Rather than the affirmation of the depth of my soul and heart, I read trivial generalities. Quite a disappointment.

Slowly, I laid the book aside. I rolled on my back and stared up at the ceiling. Tears welled up and I wondered when I would hear the words I longed to hear. That I was amazing, beautiful, a deep thinker, the life of the party.

I should not have been surprised. I did not spend hours talking with these kids or sharing times at their homes or mine. These were kids passing me in the hallway, sitting by me in class, or practicing in choir and musicals with me. 

Today, I have several dear friends and family who get me. They really know my essence and they let me know my worth to them. Their words shared to bless me are cherished.

Yet, I am even more thankful for the ever present encouragement I have received through the years as I discovered how valuable I am to the Creator of the Universe. He has always been there as my source. He knows my inner beauty and along with it, he sees my scars and weaknesses as well. Yet, he holds me tight and will never let me go.

I am.
I am loved.
I am worth loving.
I am priceless.
I am a princess.
I am a darling daughter.
I am destined for greatness.
I am love, for he is love and he is in me.
I am full of promise.
I am not the same today as yesterday.
I am better for the wear.
I am a delight.
I am a shining beacon to someone who is lost.
I am a bearer of the image of God.
I am a beauty.
I am a joy.
I am content.
I am free.

As I read Captivating again, by John and Stasi Eldridge, my eyes opened to truths that God wanted me to remember. He is so patient with me. God says so many wonderful things to me through His word and personally to me through the Holy Spirit, but it seems that I have a very short retention time for the truth concerning who I am. Thank you for the reminder.

He makes my feet like hinds feet and sets me upon my high places. Psalm 18:33 (NASB)


Do not rush
      Do not rush headlong
            Do wait
                  Do wait patiently
                       Expecting good things.

Costa Rica is on our minds these days. Another short-term mission in the region of Alajuela. Language school is the next step for us which will involve a year of immersion as well as schooling. We are willing and ready, but there are still some loose ends to finalize.

We tried it our way. We put up our house up for sale and for two years it did not sell. It was not our time it seems.

In our hearts, we were willing to give it all up to head south to our destination, Atenas, Costa Rica. 

We let go of any attachment to material possessions and family and have been surprised that we are now back in our home and waiting to hear and do the will of God.

We have had questions that we put before the Lord concerning his plans. 

Waiting has been difficult for both Jerry and me, we are people of action. Yet, this time has been fruitful. We have ridden the roller coaster of emotions concerning our future and we are just resting in Him now and have thrown out our expectations and are waiting to discover his.

This is the life, living just one day at a time. Dreaming, trusting, breathing in the beauty of each moment and knowing that this is what God needs us to experience right now.

Tomorrow will come soon enough with its own new challenges and joys. For now, I will be grateful for all that I have today. My cup is full.

Consider it a sheer gift friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.
James1:2-4 (MSG)

Tuesday, April 11, 2017


Right now, I am a bit teary-eyed from saying goodbye to my parents and aunt at Sky Harbor Airport. 

In college, I traveled for excitement, entertainment, and adventure.

 With family in tow, I chose sites that offered history, exploration, and camping.

Nowadays, I tend to visit for more sentimental reasons; to keep in touch with loved ones and make new memories, as we reminisce old times. 

Living a two-day drive from my parents, I looked forward to a few uninterrupted days of conversation, home cooking, and going off on outings together in the comfort of each other’s company. 

A birthday dinner full of surprises made me feel like a girl again. My aunts and uncle joining us made it a celebration.

Another pleasurable time was spent making spaetzle with beef with Mom one day. I couldn't wait to try this out on my family once I returned home.

This break, visiting my parents, I also shared a room with my Aunt Vivian, from Ohio, who I have not seen for many years. What a wonderful time, just relaxing and chatting in this unhurried way. 

Four birthdays were celebrated during this week. Mine and my Aunt Esther's were celebrated in person. But I phoned and visited with two children of mine who celebrated theirs in Nevada and Texas respectively. 

A weekend morning at church we listened to young people sweetly singing and playing wonderful marimbas and bells.

A long drive to Thunderbird Park in search of spring flowers in bloom was a bit disappointing with only a few yellow flowers found. But we compensated by walking the neighborhood like the paparazzi in search of desert foliage.

Together we explored a new aquarium for hours and then enjoyed a Greek dinner.

When driving on our way to the sleepy town of Wickenburg, we finally glimpsed a floral wonderland with splashes of lavender, pink, red, orange, and yellow flowers lining the highway for miles upon miles. 

A great western art and historical museum awaited us with famous western artists. Remington paintings and sculptures, Taos and Cowboy artists' exhibits came as a pleasant surprise with colors and textures that were treasures to behold.
Yet at this moment, mixed feelings wash around my heart. Trying to be brave as I said goodbye to my parents, a few tears fell loose and gave me away. 

At the same time, I sensed excitement welling up as I looked forward to seeing my dear husband, daughter, and son at home again.

This is our plight in life. The ebb and flow of events and emotions. Rising up come pleasures that excite; or the sheer frenzy of emergencies; then, a return to calmer waters to still our souls, allowing for respite and a time to meditate.

I am grateful for the rise of excitement for with it comes memorable pleasures. Yet I am just as grateful for the tranquil moments of respite that balance me as I collect my thoughts and rest up for the next “ride”.

"All the rivers flow into the sea, but the sea never fills up. The rivers keep flowing to the same old place, and then start all over and do it again." 
Ecclesiastes 1:7 (MSG)

Sunday, March 5, 2017



Twelve team members from the Rio Grande Valley and New Braunfels, Texas who obediently rearranged their lives to be available and travel this week, February 17-24.

Four Costa Rican pastors who heard and visualized an opportunity which was enhanced to 14 pastors in all who planned, worked, prayed, and made this a reality. Oldemar, Oscar, Ronald, and Juan Carlos.

A first joint evangelistic venture for churches in Atenas, Costa Rica. 
The first joint evangelistic meetings in thirty years in the city of Grecia, Costa Rica.
A first ever public evangelistic meeting in the town of Jesus Maria, Costa Rica.
At four churches, Sunday morning messages were given by Texas pastors.

Hundreds of people responded and were saved, filled in the Holy Spirit, and healed.

Their vision and lives were changed. Blind eyes see, arthritis gone, lumps and tumors disappeared, many other types of healings; freedom from sin, filling with the power of God.

Our vision and our lives will never be the same.
Only eternity will tell the full story.

Thank you all who prayed, gave your time, your money, your talent, and who inspired many to come and receive from our Heavenly Father above.


Saturday, March 4, 2017


There are times when I do question who I am hearing from. 

"Is this really you, God? or are these just my own thoughts?"

Nowadays, I just want to test and be sure I am not running ahead of myself, and that I have the all clear with God's blessing.

I wish I could say I always get it right, but just like you, I am walking out this journey and I still am quite human. But I see in history how many examples God has in the Bible for us to see of the consequences of second guessing His plans, so I try to be eager and open to what God opens up before us.

One woman who heard very clearly from God, was the prophet, Deborah. In Judges 4 she is mentioned as one of the judges of Israel. She used to hold court under a palm tree:Deborah's Palm between Ramah and Bethel in the hills of Ephraim.

One day, she received a download from God and an order to deliver to Barak. She sent for him and when he appeared before her, she spoke God's command.

"It has become clear that God, the God of Israel, commands you: Go to Mount Tabor and prepare for battle. Take ten companies of soldiers from Naphtali and Zebulun. I'll take care of getting Sisera, the leader of Jabin's army, to the Kishon River with all his chariots and troops. And I'll make sure you win the battle."(MSG) Judges 4:6,7

Now, Deborah gave him the command from God, but Barak's response was rather off handed and smart aleck. He told the prophet Deborah, that if she would go with him, he would go. But if not, then he would not go.

Deborah's reply, "Of course I'll go with you. But understand that with an attitude like that, there'll be no glory in it for you. God will use a woman's hand to take care of Sisera." (MSG) Judges 4:9,10

 All of Sisera's chariots and troops God routed before Barak as he said he would. Sisera, the Canaanite commander, jumped from his chariot and ran, but entire remainder of the fighting force was killed entirely.

Sisera ran for hiding in the tent of Jael, the wife of Heber. She gave him refreshment and while he slept, she drove a tent peg through his temple and into the ground.

When Barak arrived in pursuit of Sisera, Jael greeted him and showed him the former commander in her tent.
On that day, God subdued Jabin king of Canaan before the People of Israel.

Jael is remembered for the death of the commander to this day, and Barak is remembered for responding with a haughty attitude to a command of God through God's prophet, Deborah.

This story is a huge reminder to me, that with me or without me, God will see his plans through. 

I desire to be a part of his plans and to follow through in humility. I want to hear his voice and respond quickly and obediently. 

I will never know how critical it is to talk with one person. I do not know the influence they hold, or the power they carry. I do not know how God wants to use each situation I am placed in, but He does... so I WILL! Yes, use me Lord! Use me!!!



     The sun shone brightly and I wanted so badly to go outside and play, yet here I was tossing on my bed with a slight breeze stirring the sheer curtains of my room. When it rained or clouded over this ritual was no trial, but today, my active mind and body would not settle down for my nap. I briefly looked through some books to see if that might tire me, but at ten years of age, being quite active, I could not focus on reading for long. If only I could nap a bit, then I would be free to go outside and explore in the nearby wood.

     My family observed resting on the Sabbath. For us that meant that on Sundays, we went to church, ate fried chicken for lunch, cleaned up and then took a nap. Later we could play outside, or inside play games. In the evening, mom would get a break from food preparation while dad either whipped up his deep dish apple pie, banana splits, or the aroma of popping corn flooded the house with his orange juice and Kool Aid  punch for our evening fare.

     When I married at nineteen and left home, I carried this tradition with me. Napping each Sunday afternoon was my rest for the week. Then after the babies came along, it was a necessity to recharge and have that time free with my husband helping to put the children all down for a rest.
     Yet, when I was in my twenties and a pastor’s wife we attended two services on Sunday. I attended classes at the local college, I worked part time as a waitress, then I cleaned and baked on Saturdays. I began to feel low on energy. Where was our rest?
     As a single mom in my early thirties, I wrestled with finding my rest as I worked to complete my teaching degree and raise four children. 
     Then one summer my children and I discovered the Sabbath. 
     I worked and studied hard in school while the kids had their favorite teenager, Charlie, short for Charlotte, who played with them, took them for rides, and in between her mom’s swim classes taught in their backyard pool, my children splashed and played until we all converged in the early afternoon.
     On Fridays I packed up a lunch with drinks, straw mats rolled up, towels, changes of clothing, and then with a shirt and shorts pulled over top their swim suits, my four children scurried down the porch steps and into the waiting car for our day together at South Padre Island, only forty-five minutes away.Freed from studies and  chores, our laughter, conversation, and play revived. No  budget problems to solve or facts from volumes of textbooks that waited to cram into my mind crowded my thoughts.
     Carefree, I listened to the soothing regularity of the waves. I breathed in deeply fresh air from the constant offshore breezes.
     Here in my sandy cathedral, I would give my confession of my fears and weaknesses. When I encountered this great God who created vast oceans and this Gulf of Mexico my problems shrank in comparison. He put my fears to rest with a sweet peace that could not be manufactured. This was his preliminary answer to my prayers. 
     So much anticipation and joy came from this summer tradition. Sundays were busy with two services, then a big Sunday dinner; but Fridays were holy.
     Once I started teaching, I became exhausted and it dawned on me that I had violated the Sabbath rest that God commanded for my good. I still got a nap in on Sundays, but I neglected taking a total day to gain the rest that my body, soul, and spirit required.
     I asked God what I could do for a Sabbath and he gave me a strategy. I began to take Saturday as my day to restrain from work. I would throw laundry in the washer before school and do loads in the evenings and we would clean during the week, but I read books, went on walks, played tennis, took naps, and enjoyed my family on Saturdays. 
     Now that I am retired, I have a busy schedule with children, grandchildren, my husband, substituting, and volunteer work. But, I take the liberty to rest one day during the week and to just follow the leading of the Holy Spirit.
     Sometimes my nose is in a book, sometimes I share time at lunch with a family member or a friend. I go for a swim. I spend a day with family. Sometimes I browse through photos daydreaming about pleasant memories from the past. I thank God for this command of rest, just to bless me. I contentedly sit and just breathe. 

     Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. Exodus 20:8

     The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. So the Son of Man is Lord even of the Sabbath. Mark 2:27,28

Wednesday, March 1, 2017


And Yeshua spoke with them and he said to them, “All authority has been given to me in Heaven and in the earth; in the manner in which my Father has sent me, I am sending you.” (Aramaic Bible in Plain English)

(No Mom, I am not pregnant with another child! Six is enough!)

Checking over tickets, schedules, speakers, lodging, menus, wrapping gifts, and connecting with our local Costa Rican pastors to finalize details before our departure for 8 total meetings of ministry in Costa Rica, it hardly seemed possible that I was organizing  and figuring what all we could fit in carry-ons and luggage already. It seems just a couple months have passed since we last stepped foot into our Central American destination for a worship conference, men's, pastor's and women's conference this past summer of 2016.

Since June 2016, when James Keller first proposed the possibility of bringing a P.U.S.H. (Pray Until Something Happens) team down to Costa Rica, I have felt like a mother who was in awe as I anticipated the development and the future arrival of my first born child. These meetings God was saying to me, are much more than just a date and a word spoken. He had told us through many others who confirmed God's word to us that God was piercing the Heavens over nations and opening the floodgates of his glory on all of the earth. Costa Rica was our assignment, but not to take it lightly.

Much prayer have surrounded these months, preparation, fund raising, taking time off work for all on the team, getting paperwork and documents in order and seeking God about messages and words for this coming venture February 2017.

On the other end, much intercessory prayer, organizations, collaboration among churches, their pastors, musicians, lay people and our driver on the ground. Miraculous labors of love and cooperation in communities.

We are so thankful for the desire of the expanse of the Kingdom of God that each pastor has had as each prayed and planned with a large vision in their hearts to do great things to see many lives impacted and changed for our wonderful God. He desires that none should perish without knowing the good news that Jesus, the son of God, came to earth to teach us himself all that was important for us to know. He came to pay the price for sin on the earth so that he could redeem us back into our rightful place to take dominion over the earth, rule over evil, and to bring God's glory wherever we go.

The PUSH team came with the blessing of Chuck Pierce, who ordained James Keller and Diana Longwell as ministers accountable to him.

James has a tender heart for all people and a lion's heart for God. There is not much he has not been through in his 35 years of ministry and 50 years of business, Humility though, and a heart that knows that God is always with him is what he carries as his treasures in life.

Diana, who has led worship and intercessory teams for over 35 years is a warrior princess in her own merit. As a former member of her worship team at Abundant Grace, I can say that she walks in purity toward her team and her leadership and taking her team and congregations with her as she worships in spirit and in truth is a rare gifting that does not go to ones head. She discerns God's direction before and during services, she is sensitive to the changes in the atmosphere and runs with it. But, she also allows others to shine when God inspires a drummer, guitarist, or a soloist to play or sing in the spirit.

The musicians- Jesse Adkins on the drums; John Walker on guitar and vocals; Dustin Wilhite on guitar; Selena Solano vocals; Diana Longwell, acoustic guitar and vocals.

Our five ministers who went out Sunday morning to four different locations were:

Eddie Luna, who ministers in prisons in South Texas, went to Jesus Maria; Doug Mears, who ministers in a half-way house and prisons in South Texas, went to a church in Grecia; Donald Williams, who has started 18 churches and pastors in South Texas, went to Grecia; and Jerry Linebarger, evangelist and Christie Krull, blogger and retired teacher, spoke at Atenas.

Part II will follow with a report about the results of this spiritual pregnancy!

Jerry Linebarger, my husband, a former pastor and now a missionary evangelist, and myself, a retired teacher, blogger, and speaker, are sent under a 501(C)3 Victory World Missions International Ministry. Thank you Toby and Connie Tyler for your constant love and support of us.

We are known as Mission Costa Rica. Our local church, Legacy Church, New Braunfels, Texas is one our most faithful supporters. 

We also thank Fountain of Life Church, New Braunfels, TX; Austin Christian Fellowship, Austin, TX; Community Bible Church,  San Antonio, TX; Global Spheres, who funded the P.U.S.H. team; the P.U.S.H. team's offerings to us; and all of our many wonderful individual donors and intercessors. 

The past four years have taken us on quite a journey and YOU are all a part of it. To God be the glory!

Pray for us and specifically for a mighty move of God to continue in Costa Rica. These lovely people desire more of God and his Word. 

We desire to bless the local church in Atenas and others in the region of Alajuela, Costa Rica as our Lord moves among us.

Our personal goal is to study Spanish for better communication. We are waiting on God for the next thing He has planned for us.

Pura vida! 
This is the pure life! Reaching out and connecting with others from another culture to strengthen them individually and corporately. It is such an honor to meet, interact with, and to see individuals grow strong in their true identity. Let it be on earth as it is in heaven!

Send any tax deductible contributions made out to Victory World Missions:

Mail to:

c/o Christine Stanley
525 Foxfire Drive
Longs, SC 29568

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Thank you and God bless!