BLESSINGS

As I read the Word this morning, a scripture from my devotional stuck out and I kept reading it over and over.

May God be gracious to us and bless us and make is face shine upon us, that your ways may be known on earth. ~Psalm 67:1-2

As I began to pray, the words that your ways may be known on earth kept circling my mind. When I pray bless others, or would you bless me Lord, I am not thinking so that...   that your ways may be known on earth.  I am asking God to bless my family, friends and self with good health, finances, etc. and most of all that they would make it to Heaven.

Taking on the challenge of praying His blessings so that everything I do will be a reflection of Him, so that I would show His ways and every person that I meet would know His ways because of my actions, is so magnificently wonderful!

The phrase blessings, which I use as a closing to most things I write, is taking on a whole new meaning! Everything we do should point to our blessed Savior and what He did on the cross.  I am asking Him to show me what asking His blessings for family, friends and self will now look like.  When I pray for you I will be praying for good health, that you will draw closer to Him each day, His protection and... that when He blesses you His ways will be known on earth.

Blessings,
Lola

Kisses from Him

 I was driving over the Lenoir City Damn one morning and it was a stormy day.  I pulled the car over to just stare at what I was a seeing.  It was beautiful, straight ahead the sky was filled with swirling orange, red, pink, yellow  and brown daunting clouds that were moving quickly and in the distance where they stopped, dropped a beautiful blue sky with seemingly nothing happening, just calm.  As I looked up through my sun roof beautiful white and grey puffy marshmallow clouds were dropping a soft gentle rain. Looking up into the rain was mesmerizing. It made me think about the storms of life, times of calm and refreshing, times of trial and growing pains, the release of pressure and a refreshing rain begins to fall into our lives.  I began to feel so peaceful just sitting there thinking about how awesome God, My Father, is.  Then I noticed the rainbow spreading across the sky, a promise for everyone to see.   God promises are beautiful, that he will never forsake us or leave us. HE WILL NEVER LEAVE US. He has plans for our lives, plans to prosper us.  He is just asking us to trust Him, to have hope in Him for things seen and unseen, to learn His voice so that when He whispers we will hear Him, to take His hand and follow where He leads.

Have you taken time today to listen for Him? Have you taken time to tell Him how much you love Him? Have you told Him how grateful you are for all of the blessings in your life, your husband or wife, your children, your pets, your home, extended family,  friends, sweet little moments throughout the day that are kisses from Him?  

Time Flies

I can’t believe I have been home three weeks.  The time is flying by as I visit with family and friends.  I am earnestly seeking God’s will for my life, asking Him every day for guidance.  In my heart I know that I am going back to Africa for an extended stay and perhaps India for a short visit to our new orphanage. I am trying to make a game plan for raising funds for this next trip while trying to do odd jobs to support myself while I am home.  It can be very perplexing  knowing in your heart that you are doing what God has called you to do and having such a difficult time doing it.  I am so thankful for my Bible and my devotional which reminded me daily that His ways are not our ways and that testing is a gift.  I only hope that I am learning more each day to trust Him more and hear His voice more clearly.

I received a message on Face Book from Meagan, a volunteer in Ghana, telling me that the kids are asking when I am coming back and missing me very much.  It brings tears to my eyes and I am truly blessed.  I have ten of the most amazing grand children, to whom I am Mamaw, here in Tennessee with me that I absolutely adore and around 40 grand children in Ghana, to whom I am Grandma, which I also adore.  Whether I am going to Ghana or coming home it is bitter sweet.  The thing that drives me is my love for my Heavenly Father.  I want Him to know that I love Him more than anything and want to obey Him.  I am thankful to Him for His mercy and grace.  He is so good to me.

While I was in Ghana the heat was unbearable. I actually cried some nights asking God for just one cool breeze.  It was 105 to 110 degrees every day.  The humidity was stifling.  At the home the windows are very small and at the top of the wall so you get no breeze.  One of the reasons I am so happy for GMI that they are moving.  I was blessed to go and see the new home they will be moving into and renting for the next two years.  It is bigger, which they needed desperately, and the windows are massive.  There are windows on the interior walls so that when all the windows are opened the breeze can flow through the entire house.  It is a little closer to the ocean so the breeze is awesome.  I am so happy for the children and excited that they will be moving soon.   I am so grateful for all of the people who gave so generously to make this happen for them.

Every day has its own challenges.  We were faced with first aide crisis every day, shortages of water, hospital visits one of which was my own, settling very important disputes (I had it first) and so on.  If you have children, multiply them by 10 or 20 and you get the picture.  I love putting the bandages on their little boos.  They will say, “my here hurts”.  It is so cute.  One day I had the bright idea of buying two pair of shoes for children who’s shoes had broken.  Well…. everyone’s shoes were broken that afternoon. I just had to laugh and tell them they were out of luck.  I think a lesson was learned.

The kids are so affectionate and very content to just sit on your lap as long as you will hold them, or can hold them.  It can be difficult with so many trying to get your attention. I worry that I will leave one out but if I look around I will see one with their head tilted down and a sad look and that is my red flag to go and give a hug.  I always get a smile in return. 

Do you think that you dread doing laundry here? I thought that before, now I love doing laundry.  Throwing some clothes in the washer and dryer and pushing a button is such a gift!!!  Sitting in front of three tub of water, one with soap, two for rinse and bending over for hours washing your clothes by hand really makes you dread doing the laundry.  I will say though, that it is a time when everyone visits and chats which is very enjoyable. 

I love God, I love my family, I love my friends (near and far) and I love the orphanages and the people in Ghana.  I am truly blessed.

Biggest Smiles Ever

Meet Meagan...

Meagan is one of our new volunteers who came shortly before my time to leave.  What a blessing. She is so good with the children, very patient and kind.  You don't have to direct her, she sees a need and she jumps right in.

Esinam will be starting school next semester and hopefully by them we will have a sponsor for Ryzaks education.  Meagan undertook the task of getting them ready for school and has had them in our room every day teaching them.  I just sat in the neighboring room and smiled as I listened to them schooling.  Ryzak and Esinam were so excited to start school.  Meagan did not have to go looking for them, she had to ask them to give her a few minutes to finish getting ready.  The smiles on their faces are precious, more precious than gold!

When they finished their math and reading they began puzzles.  It just really blessed my heart to see the joy on their faces.  Thank you Meagan for your heart!  Love you.

I love these kids!

It is 4:30 in the morning and I am awakened either by the smothering humidity and heat or the Muslim call to prayer.  Immediately I begin to remind myself that I must crucify my flesh and not become angry or desperate because I long for some relief from the heat.  I also begin to think about the billions of souls that are lost.  The man’s voice crying out in the wee hours of the morning, when it is still to dark to get up and move around, reminds me that the harvest field is ripe.  For me it is a call to prayer that he and the young Muslim mom I met in the market today will find Jesus.

I spent the day with two French ladies shopping.  They asked me to take them to Mokola, a huge market in Accra, and be their guide.  I can’t help but smile thinking about  how many people I have met from all over the world during my time here in Ghana.  It is beautiful how God places the right people together, people having the same heart and goals. Three foreigners searching the streets of Ghana  for gifts for the children at the orphanage. I think about Linn and Ellen from Sweden and Elien from Finland and others that I have had similar experiences with. 

It is now 5:00 and I hear the familiar sound of brooms sweeping.  They stir the dust as they sweep and I can smell and taste it.  Next the smoke from the cooking pots outside will flow through my room with any breeze I might be fortunate enough to feel.  Precious water is flowing from the tap and the women and older girls are filling their buckets for cooking, washing clothes, bathing and drinking. How can I love this place so much that is missing all of the comforts of home.

 

I am stretched here.  I run to the Word for comfort and I find it.  I read something each day that will bring tears to my eyes as I feel awe that the God of Heaven loves me so much.  I know that in an hour or so the children will be pounding on my door and yelling Grandma caw caw caw, Grandma caw caw caw, their way of knocking.  I will answer back yes and they will begin speaking so fast and so many at one time that I will not get a word of it.  But I know when I open my door they will struggle to grab and hug me.  I am hot and sticky and some mornings just want to sit and not be bothered.  Doesn’t sound very missionary like I know, but it is the truth.  Instead, once again I will open the door and give hugs back as I pray and ask Jesus to love them through me.  I will say go and bath and eat your food knowing they will be back as soon as they have finished begging for pencils for school.

There is a small girl of 10 years that is the size of a 6 year old from lack of proper nutrition.  She has told me stories of her village and a thing in the water that has bitten off the leg of a friend and I believe she is talking about a crocodile.  She is called mama quookwi, which means grandma in Twi.  It is very funny because I learned this when I told her, Esinom you remind me of a 90 year old woman.  She just does the Ghanaian tisk and says Ah, you are lying. So funny!

 There is a young boy Ryzack that is nine and actually pretty healthy looking.  He does not speak much except with his face.  He will catch my eyes and give this big grin and it melts my heart.   One of the things that makes him so endearing is his ability to forgive and be so light hearted.  He moves on and is soon laughing and playing with someone who has just insulted him.  They are use to different forms of discipline so as I force Esinom and Ryzack to sit next to one another for punishment, they both began giggling.  I know they think this obruni Grandma is nuts. 

There are 37 children here and I could go on for days about each one of them and how special they are. They fill my day with laughter, frustration, challenges and plenty of love.

There are many things that stir the deep places of your heart here.  Today, a mother  brought her young daughter and her two month old baby to leave at the orphanage.  The mother is mentally challenged and cannot take care of the baby.  The mother/grandmother works and cannot be home to care for him.  The mommy fed the baby Banku which caused vomiting and diarriah so severely that he had to be taken to the hospital. The grandmother tried to explain to her daughter that she could not feed the baby but awoke the next morning to the girl feeding the baby banku again.  She said that she cannot be there to make sure she does not hurt the baby or leave it alone.  They handed me the baby and the young mother asked me if I would take good care of him.  I told her as long as I was here I would.  I noticed that she was wiping a tear from her eye and I began to ball.  I could not control it as my heart was braking for hers.  The baby has been with us three days and has shown so much improvement.  He is squealing, making little goo sounds, and smiling.  I know God has a plan for this beautiful little boy.

Blessing Etranom and Naomi

I have had an opportunity to meet one of the sweetest young ladies during my stay this time. Her name is Etranom and she is the single mother of young Elyon.

Etranom always has this smile on her face.  Well almost always.  I saw her one time during a phone conversation and she was not smiling.  She was trying to get someone she purchased something from to come and fix it since it was brand new and he called her difficult.  She said, "Oh, do not call me difficult because I am asking you to do what is right, do not ever call me difficult, Oh!"  But even then when she hung up the phone she began smiling and laughing and saying oh he is calling me difficult because I want him to come today, oh he will come today.  

She has learned the art of sewing and is making many beautiful things which can be purchased at Feeding The Orphans website.  Above is one of the apron's that she is making in many beautiful fabrics. This apron was made for Naomi, another single mom who helps with cooking and cleaning for the Bebees as a gift from youngest son, Brandon. 

Naomi makes and sells her jewelry which will be on Feeding The Orphans website soon.  Please help both of these mothers by purchasing their product on the website.  They are beautiful young christian ladies who are very thankful for your support.

The Second Village

2 Peter 3:9

The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.

The second village we visited is the largest un-reached people group in Africa. It was very different from our experience with the  first village.  When we pulled in the children did not come running from the village to greet us with smiles and giggles.  There  were only a few and they stood next to a large tree a short distance from the van.  I am sure as we approached them they were as curious about us as we were the reaction we would get from them.  

We were not allowed to go to the chief as we did in the first village.  We were told only two of us could accompany Wahab so off went Reid Beebe and Mark. Browning.  While they were visiting the chief we began playing with the children.  The boys broke out the soccer ball and the walls fell.  They were laughing and playing soccer right off.  All of us would tell you what a blessing it was to have Christopher (lil Richard) Browning with us.  He was an excellent interpreter.

We were anxiously awaiting Mark and Reid's return and as we saw them approaching were trying to figure out whether or not we had been given permission to show the film.  We had!  W began to tell us a little about the village.  There were Shantis (I hope that is right) in the village.  They are nomads that travel from village to village with guns and machetes intimidating the villagers and taking what they want.  When they are finished or board they move on to the next village.  It was not intimidating when we saw them but you knew that you needed to be cautious around them.

Just before dark things began to happen that caused you to know there was a spiritual battle about to take place.  As we sat next to the church we were suppose to show the film in which was filled with bees, bats began to stream out of the building.  We were ducking and screaming as we watched several hundred of them billowing out and flying around us.  Then, there was a pack of dogs and they began fighting and it was very viscous.  The Shant's walked by ensuring we noted their guns and machetes, which we did.  They could not see the prayers that were going up for them and the village they were invading. 

Only the children and a few adults had come from the village to watch. We were wanting to share with as many of the villagers as possible but were very aware that God was orchestrating the evening and we were His hands and feet.  We were praying during the film and when it was half way through, the adults began to show up. I know they could hear the film in their village because of the speaker that we brought with us and it was in their language.  All together (and this is a guess) there were about 200 people there by the end of the film.  There was a clear mocking of the film from many of them and one man in particular stood in front of me with a dead stare that was not inviting at all!  During the altar call they were laughing and making fun of the few that did come forward.  We were all wondering how they would be treated after we left.  


One of the young men that travels with us and interprets and gives the altar calls spends every Friday there.  It is a 8 hour journey each week.  We are thankful for him and ask that you pray for his ministry there, especially for his relationships with these new believers.  There is much to be done and there are very few workers to go into this people group to minister.  We are praying for God to send the workers into this very untouched group of people.