Seeing His Face

His little voice chirped it up and down the aisles, his buckled-in body swaying in happy time to the call, “Miss June, where ARE you?”

The week before, our winding pilgrimage to the checkout had been enlivened by an extra-friendly face:  Miss June in all her cheerful glory.  We had a nice chat, and Ezekiel must have registered that his nursery room teacher lived in Walmart as well as the room at church with Noah’s ark painted on the wall.

So now, bored with the monotony of boxes, bags, bottles, and cans, he called out to the sunshine.  I’m here!  Come see me!  I love you!  Seeing her face had changed things.

I hold the lesson close.  In the daily pilgrimage from breakfast to dinner, through school lessons, laundry, dishes, etc., let me reach up my arms and sing-song to my savior.  I’m here!  Come see me!  I love you!  In the process of raising up a team of prayer warriors and financial supporters for our work in Costa Rica, let me keep my eyes more on His promise to provide for us than the pledges coming in on commitment cards.  We are around 40% funded and just over 3 months away from our departure.  Sometimes that feels like a fist-pump of celebration, and sometimes the miles stretch long to the finish line.  Yet each new family on our contact list and each blessing toward our journey is a glimpse of the sunshine of His presence, a smile from our Abba Father.

Miss June may not have been at Walmart that day, but the Lord is always near.  So I will keep looking for Him because seeing His face changes everything.

Looking to the Promise

” . . .I have put my hope in your word.  My eyes are straining to see your promises come true.”  Psalm 119: 81b, 82


It has been a fun couple of days recently.  The afternoon rain is painting circles on the puddle in front of our covered porch.  Recently we have experienced in a new way that people who love the Lord are all part of one body.  From the team of great people here from the states for a short term global journey, to the North American long term missionaries making Atenas, Costa Rica their home, to the Ticos who’ve lived here their whole lives, we are blessed to be making connections, from heart to heart.

The other night we were treated to dinner at our friend Cherie’s house and the company of a family who just finished up their time at the same language school we will attend in August of 2013.  It was a huge blessing to be able to hear about their experience and to eat Cherie’s good cooking.  Cherie’s heart of gold also gave us our first tour (cue up Gilligan’s Island theme here) of the closest Walmart and PriceSmart (think Sam’s Club) about half an hour away.  While we want to use as many local products as possible, it was serendipity to wander the aisles of American-type products and know that they were possible for our future, even if their prices made some of them not probable.  Tonight we shared pieces of our family’s testimony with the team who is concluding their time here on Sunday.    Ten days of our 5 weeks here have passed quickly by.  Some of the connections we have made, like with PriceSmart, are for a season, but many are eternal.

The afternoon rainstorms here are beautiful, especially when your laundry is safely dried and back under cover.

This is a banana tree. There is a bundle of them growing on the branch above the purple flower. They grow upside down. The stalks are very soft and can be hacked down with a few blows from a machete to gather the bananas.