Month: June 2019

Less I forget, someone please remind me as I relax here in my cozy home with my car in the driveway; big boy toys in the garage; fridge and freezers filled with food;  closets and drawers filled with more clothes than I’ll ever need; cared for, loved, and having been born in America with all it’s luxuries and freedoms .  . . how very blessed I am!

Here, but for God’s grace, am I

It’s rainy season in Guatemala, which means our crops are green and growing, holes are being patched in the roof, and umbrellas sit outside every house. But for Pablo, rainy season meant he was minutes away from dying.

3 weeks ago, on a rainy summer evening a young boy getting off of the school bus happened upon what he thought was a toy doll tossed on the side of the road. A second glance proved that this wasn’t a toy- but a real baby, who seemed to have been born just hours before. The young boy jumped over puddles to reach the child in the gutter- the water rising up past the baby’s ears. The thin blanket the baby had wrapped around him was soaked through. Mud covered his face. His tiny hands made tight fists that were turning purple. The young boy wrapped the baby up in his backpack, trying to keep him warm. He then, ran back to the road signaling to the cars driving by that he needed help. The baby was taken by ambulance to the local hospital where he was diagnosed with hypothermia.

His story appeared on local news stations, and people all over Guatemala began to pray. Our staff at Village of Hope got together and prayed protection over his precious life. Little did we know, that just one week later he would be brought to the court, where the judge would assign him the name Pablo, and he would be sent to Village of hope.

In the short time that little Pablo has lived at Village of Hope, we have watched his grow and thrive. His story appeared on local news stations, and people all over Guatemala began to pray. Our staff at Village of Hope got together and prayed protection over his precious life. Little did we know, that just one week later he would be brought to the court, where the judge would assign him the name Pablo, and he would be sent to Village of hope.

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Morning Masterpiece

10 PM . . . turning pages in a book while sunshine and rain showers trade places high up among the snowcaps in the Land of the Midnight Sun . . . Life Is Good!

Came across an excerpt about John Pierpont Morgan, renown financier and multimillionaire, who died in 1913, and discovered we’re joint heirs, and equally rich! 

Now, before you wonder if I’m actually of the Morgan lineage; hit the MegaMillion years ago and have been living an incognito, middle class lifestyle; or have just plain taken leave of my senses(your most likely choice), allow me to clarify.

J.P.’s Last Will and Testament contained 37 articles and over 10,000 words detailing the distribution of his extensive wealth. However, it’s the final 72 words of his Last Will and Testament that testify to his understanding and assurance of where his true wealth lie . . . not in the fortunes and extensive art collection he had astutely accumulated . . . but in the priceless gift ensuring his soul’s eternal destination . . . and mine . . . and yours.

J.P. wrote:

“I commit my soul into the hands of my Savior, in full confidence that, having redeemed and washed it in His most precious blood, He will present it faultless before my heavenly Father; and I entreat my children to maintain and defend, at all hazard and at any cost of personal sacrifice, the blessed doctrine of the complete atonement for sin through the blood of Jesus Christ, once offered, and through that alone.”