2014 in Review

I love looking back at the year, and recapping special events and remembering our milestones.  We will start with the first 6 months

January our family took "a middle of our first term" vacation.   We spent a week with my dad and step mom in a condo in Orlando.  During that time, my dad had been diagnosed with cancer, so we were so blessed to have an entire week to visit with him.  We also had a chance to hang around Mickey for a little while.

This would be the last time I would be able to see my father, before saying Goodbye to him in the hospital hours before leaving this earth.  God was so good to give me this gift.  

We made some magical memories.  

February Maggi started playing soccer for her 8th grade class.

And Dave and I went on a "hot" date to a volcano for Valentine's day.  

We also hosted Sustain hope from Springfield, Missouri.  We set off for several indigenous areas to establish rapport.  Sustain hope had been to visit one community several years prior, so it was exciting for them to see how the community had grown.  This was also a "planning" team, for a group that would be working in the area later.

Maggi and Emma learn how to make a solar oven

March, we continue to learn how to live in this new culture.

                                                                    We explored the city.

I wonder why people say this city is confusing?

We made new friends

                                                                          We watched a FIFA game

Celebrated International day at the girl's school

April, we worked with some other missionaries and their teams.  Dave had an opportunity to attend a training seminar in Ecuador specifically on how to reach un reached people groups. Invaluable information was gained, and we will continue to add on those concepts for the unreached people groups here in Costa Rica.

 This month the girls and I worked with a team of ladies at Chicas de promesa.  This is an at risk girls club in an impoverished neighborhood.  More details to follow about chicas.

In MayAmy had an opportunity to attend a group beginning to focus here for the Latin American and Caribean reagion in the fight agaisnt abuse and explotation.  It was  eye opening .



 We also did much prep work for the busy month of June.  Lots of planning and praying

Maggi & Emma the best MK's Ever

June was very busy.  We had a combined team of sustain hope and students from Southeastern University.  We took them to two differnet Indigenous communities.  The students fell in love with the people, and the word of the Lord went to dark areas.

Praise the Lord for Speed the Light.

We will get there any way we can.

We had to wait for the river to decrease before attempting to cross where our indigenous community was

Dave and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary in a community with no electricity.  It must be love.

We also hosted a team from the youth of Minneasota.  They used basketball as an avenue to gain access in public schools to tell others about the love of our heavenly Father.







We also met with the leadership of Costa Rica for their executive meetings.  Dave was able to present his plan on helping the country come up with a plan for natural disasters.  I was pretty proud of my man.

Connecting the dots

Remember when I told you about the person that was right in front of my eyes?

Her name is Ester, well her family calls her Karla, but she doesn't like that. . . 

So, We have continued to make Ester part of our family.  

One painful Spanish sentence at a time.

She came to the sleepovers for both of the girl's birthday parities.

We had a chance to enjoy some fútbol together.

But, she has also made us a part of her family.

This past weekend, we were able to visit her family.

and all we can say, is. . .  well. . .  God is GOD.

When I prayed, for the person on front of me I had no idea what would happen later on.

This weekend, we were able to meet her uncle, who is a pastor to the Cabecar Indians, thats right, that is the specific group God called us to year, almost 4 years ago.  He holds church for them in his back yard.  

We had no idea, that the weekend we go up, that there was a special service for them.  They had a group come to them, to show them how to build an oven.  Not the kind of oven your thinking of, but an oven that is built out of dirt, sugar cane water, and horse poop.  An oven that does not need electricity, because remember where they live, there is no electricity.  

I need a bit of back story here.

In language school, David and I had a project we had to complete.  We decided to do ours together.  He wanted to interview churches to see if they would be willing to learn to respond in the event of a natural disaster.  Well honestly, that didn't sound at all interesting to me.  So we did the closest thing next to that . . . 

Shopping . . .

OK maybe not on the same spiritual level, but that was what I wanted to do.  We decided to research the Indigenous communities and discover the product that they produce, and the area they lived.  We were actually able to go to several communities.  One of the communities made pottery.  

Seemingly this is just another random dot on the page, but we didn't see a bigger picture, the oven that they used for pottery, was the oven that was being taught to the Cabecar to make bread. 

Dot connect.

A few weeks ago, when we had a group called Sustain Hope here, they were in a community in a different zone, but the same tribe of Indians.  Their perceived need was an oven.  They asked how they could have an oven in their communities.

Seriously, another dot connected.

This group has offered to go with Dave on a planned outreach, to teach them how to make the oven.  Not only can we teach them how to make bread, but about the BREAD OF LIFE.  

AND

In the service, in the back yard, of the uncle of the girl who stood in front of me 5 months ago, had a young man, who is in Bible school, who speaks Spanish and Cabecar, and was preaching to this group in their own language.  

That may seem like a small thing, but people that is an answer to prayer.  The religion of the Cabecar, and the lifestyle that they have lived for 1000 of years, is so foreign to us, but God put someone in our path, who can preach to them in their own language, understanding that the god they know, that fell from the sky because he was chasing a pretty girl, is not the way to eternal salvation. 

like a billion dots connected right there people.  

How awesome is our God.  

I, Amy, often feel so overwhelmed with the culture, the language, the need, the poverty, personal inabilities, I take God out of the equation.  I don't realize that He doesn't need ME in a big way, he needs me in a small way.  Listening to his voice.  

He is there, connecting the dots, starting with the small me and the person standing right in front of me.

This says it all

Recently I heard a song in English that stopped my in my tracks.

I often wonder what may be so newsworthy that people might want to read.

Obviously I struggle.

But if I could ever articulate something so well, . . . well I guess I would be writing songs.

I hope that this touches you, wherever you are in the ocean.



Oceans
Where my feet may fail
by Hillsong

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find you in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and and fear surrounds me
You've never failed and You won't start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine.


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Right in front of me

Sometimes.  .  . it is just right in front of your eyes.

I tried several times to blog about what was in my heart.  But I could never spill it out.

Several weeks ago, I was invited to a consultation among the Latin America and Caribbean missionaries who minister to people who work with victims of the sex industry.

I started out the other blogs talking about the horrific facts of the sexually exploited, the numbers, the statistics.  I felt like I was ranting, and could never share adequately, what the Lord was doing in my heart.

When I came home, I was broken.  My thoughts were::
Lord what can I do I am one person
My Spanish doesn't allow me to communicate my thoughts
I have lived a "shelter" life
I can never relate to these women and children, and the nightmare that they live with.

People from all over our region, spoke on how the Lord had used them, and I felt so little.
I felt like I had been invited by accident, because I live close to the place the event took place.

I am a rookie missionary and all.  We have actually only be on the field for 3 months (our time in language school is not really our beginning date. . . )

The next day was Sunday, and because we got to church a little late, and we had some quest who stayed over a few extra days, the only place my family and friends could sit, was the front row.

After the sermon, there was a time of prayer.
There was one girl, whom the Lord guided me to.
It was one of those times that is undeniable from the Lord.

I went to pray with her.
I did not pray in English or Spanish, but with a language only the Lord knew.

After we prayed, I gave her a hug. . .
and it lasted a long time.

She would not let go, even after the service moved on.

After service was finally over she went her way, and I was talking to someone else.
But I knew the Lord was asking me to go talk to her.

I didn't listen. . .

But God's will is in play, even when we are not.

She came to me.

Her words are etched in my heart.
She said she was lonely.
She had moved from a small pueblo from way outside the city.  She had come to the city to work and go to school.
And she was lonely.
(she has her own story, that is NOT the point of this story)

Friends, I immediately heard the Lord say, to me, "See, It is not that hard, I placed her right in front of you"  "Just love her" (my interpretation of course)

And so that is what I did.

We have made her a part of our family, she has spent the night, we shared our Thanksgiving traditions with her.

We
are
loving
 her.

Loving the Lord and following his voice is not rocket science.
The need is great, that is the truth.  The Enemy is fierce, and is constantly at work. No doubt.

But we don't have to go into the brothels, we don't have to start a home for rescued women, we don't have to solve the entire tragedy.

We start with what is right in front of us.  We need to be just as faithful to the "one" as to the convention center full of girls. . . .

I have been given the opportunity to work with a veteran missionary, who believes, we can prevent the victims when we educate the girls when they are young.  I get to work with her.
I will one day, share the amazing things going on there.
At some point I will share my BIG dreams.

But for now.  Lets love the person in front of us.
What does that look like?  who knows. . . making a meal, fix a car, give out of abundance.
It will not come back void.

I can not wait for us to get to heaven to see how God has orchestrated details.

And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up(or think we are not qualified).  So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone and especially to those who are of the household of faith (or right in front of you).  Galatians 6:9-10. 

Our house

 OK, we have been in our house for almost a year now, and I have NOT posted pictures of it. 

For one reason, it is still not complete, you see I have empty pictures frames on the walls.  When I took the pictures off the wall in South Carolina,  I said that could be our "before" picture.
I said I would call the picture of the new home  the "after" pictures.

But, oh well,  Life isn't perfect. so .   . I will go ahead and show my "after" pictures.

Except I don't have one of the outside of the house.  But that is ok. . .

This is our living room (notice the picture frames)

and the Big comfy dad chair

This is our Thankful Thursday jar.  We each have a color of paper that is our assigned color.  Every Thursday we write down what we are thankful for.  It doesn't have to be award winning, a phone call from a friend, a card, a package, a special dinner out.  We plan on reading them on Thanksgiving, or somewhere around there then.  We started with an empty jar, and I wanted it to be filled with new memories, and with grateful hearts.

Life is in the details they say, and these little decorations match the colors of my living area really well.  We bought many things from a missionary that was living the country of Costa Rica.  I was so happy because I bought them from her, having no idea, that they would eventually match our living room perfectly.











This is our patio outside.  We had this wrought iron furniture made when we were very new in country.  The man spoke no English, and we barely spoke Spanish.  But the end product was beautiful.

This is a beautiful tea set that is made here in Costa Rica.  It depicts the amazing hummingbirds that flutter around 

Our Dinning Room

We bought this dinning room suite from another family that was leaving Costa Rica, which had bought it from another family leaving years before.  So the rumor is, a lot of discussions from Assemblies of God missionaries in the field have taken place around that table.   It was made here in Costa Rica, from the beautiful native wood.

This is the  buffet table that matches the table.  

Again, more details.  I love the beautiful colors of living somewhere tropical.  While we live in the city, far away from the colorful display of ox carts, or beautiful blue ocean waters, I still wanted to infuse them in my home.  Slowly we are getting there.

ok, not pretty, but blessed indeed to have music fill our home.  Our wonderful friend from Northern California still skypes lessons for the girls.  We are beyond blessed to have found a friend who makes sacrifices for us, but also the equipment and the space for our girls to continue learning to use their talents for HIM.


Ok Now for the Kitchen. . . . .

We found this beautiful table off of Craig's List Costa Rica. That's right Craig's list.
 We bought it on Thanksgiving Day.

Our little kitchen.  I used a table cloth to make the curtains, and the placemats.  (Use what you can find, right?)  we had to buy all of our appliances and light fixtures, which we mostly bought from other missionaries. . . but because Maggi and Emma know how to pray, our house came with a dishwasher.  Practically unheard of in Latin America.  But we serve a BIG God.

More Colors and Details.  We store our eggs in a basket outside the fridg.  Strange concept, but we really do put all of our eggs in one basket.

Our aprons. . . My great friend made one for me with her mom, and Judy, the girl's grandma or "nanny" helped them make theirs.

More colorful details.

The Laundry Room

(a huge blessing room)

We have a very long laundry room.  Extra pantry storage is on the left.  In the very back or lines to hang clothes on.  They are directly under some plastic that heats this room very nicely.  We feel very blessed to have this space!

The washer and dryer were the only appliance we had to purchase from a store.  I had never owned a new washer and dryer before, so I am especially fond of them. 

This is the airplane bathroom.  So hard to capture how very small it is.

You have to come and try it out for yourself.

 Our bedroom. The same guy who did our table, helped us with the bed. Furniture is very expensive here.  However labor is not.  So when he told us to pick out a picture and he would try to make something for us, I of course turned to the pottery barn catalog.  And he made me a bed from the catalog.  It turned out amazing.  I couldn't be happier.  (lets not tell pottery barn ok)

rookie mistake.  Don't hang a swinging candle above your bed in a country with earthquakes. . . Just saying.  "rookies"

 I wish I had a better way to take a picture of my bathroom.  The bed turned out so well, he made me a vanity for the bathroom.  I found baskets the colors of the accessories, and they are the kind I can bleach if necessary.  He did a great job of recreating the iron effects on this stand.  Drawers are a commodity, and I am blessed that these pieces turned out so well.

 Maggi's Room. . . The colors were chosen by her, the bed linens she brought with her from the states, after picking them up in the WM's closet in Northern California Nevada Women's boutique.  We found many co-ordinating pieces around town, and  had fun bringing them all together.  The decal she got for Christmas.  Every southern girl needs a monogram in their room.

 These are things that Maggi loves. . . .

And Emma too! 

For Emma, we were able to paint, and accessorize for her taste.  Somethings were given when friends left.   Some things were brought from the states, and some things we picked up here.  It all came together to make princess Emma feel quite at home.

So you can see we are blessed beyond measure with what all of our friends helped us pull together.  We have things from all over the country, and in each room we have a reminder of someone or someplace that helped us not only get here, but helped to make our house a home.  

Hogar Dulce Hogar

Home sweet home.

Unless the Lord builds the house. . . the builders labor in vain

Psalm 127:1