Let the little children come unto Me...

This is one little girl who we often see on a big bike, riding by herself around the village. She likes to come over on Friday nights. She is quite feisty with the other children, but is quite sweet to our family. She seems so hungry for love...one day I hugged her, and she looked at me, startled, and then smiling, hugged me back. We don't know much about her home life, but it doesn't seem good.

Another child who likes to come play is Bon. He is probably about nine. Already influenced by evil, drawing grotesque images on his legs, but still loves to shinny up our tree or play UNO. Sometimes I wonder what the spiritual world looks like. What forces are beckoning him? And who will do battle in prayer for this boy's soul?
- Rachel

Field Trip

Yesterday, Oldest Daughter and I went on a field trip with my language school. It was quite fun. We went to a pottery village which is actually our neighboring village. We saw how they make pottery, and interacted with them to practice language skills. We even were given a lump of clay and told to make whatever kind of vessel we want to with it. They will bake it then give it to us later. It's not as easy as they make it appear to be. I thought often of Jeremiah's trip to the potter's house. I also thought about how yielded the clay is in the hands of the potter. That is exactly how we are to be in the hands of our Heavenly Potter. Am I willing to say whatever and wherever to HIM today? If so, then I am living in His will. Martin.

Trip to Woot's village

Last weekend I took a trip with Woot, to his village for a couple days. We checked out the youth hostel, and it is coming along quite well. It is much cooler up there in the mountains. That felt good. Except taking an outside shower was very cold. I had a very enjoyable time and thank God for safety. Martin.