Moments, that simply pass you by...

Malaki, just passed 16 months old on the 18th and full of life. Pictured above on the PO, eating guyaba (fruit), working like Papa, and wearing his all too cool Burundian pants...! It has been one of the busiest, fruitful, most productive and exhausting months we have had yet. Things seem to have slowed down a bit for us at the moment! From building, to bringing on more staff, to attending an amazing 3 day training with Audrey and the Mama's to temporarily taking in a young girl with 2 severely malnutritioned twins at 3 months old - nothing more than skeleton and skin to say the least to just everyday life... it has resembled a semi-organized whirlwind! Because I tend to function that way, only through the grace of God.

Lately the Spirit of God has been sweeping in like a wind, doing so many healing's and transforming many hearts. It has been beautiful to say the least. It is a privilege to be among so many poor and needy people. Learning little by little from them what it means to depend and trust on God completely... simply because there is no other way, no other option... just God. All our love...

Grace, Lord.

Malaki, our sweet, sweet boy approaching 16 months, and as for cloth on his head... well, he kept persisting for me to wrap it on! The words that have been continually upon my heart lately... grace, Lord. Our passports got stolen along with $250. I thought to myself "grace, Lord". Many of our kids need alot of medical attention right now, locally and abroad. As we pray for healing, I ask of God once again... grace, Lord. In the midst of building, all construction materials have sky rocketed in the last month due to inflation. Cement is $5 more per bag... each house uses approx 250 bags. The Lord knows, as we stand strong in our weakness through His grace. As we try as a family to find our balance between home sweet home, ministry, our 15 children, 30 + staff & workers, constructing a children's village and giving our best efforts to help our team out in the US to raise the adequate funding for all projects, and monthly budgets and so on... we cry out... GIVE US GRACE, OH LORD! Give us grace...

We are praying for God to bring in the laborers, for the harvest is plentiful and the laborers are few, as the word of God best describes... In any capacity, if you are interested in helping to see orphaned and abandoned children restored and given hope for their futures, here is your invitation to be a part of something great, something so much bigger than us... something dear to the heart of the Father. Email us, today! thecriesofachild@yahoo.com All our love...

It is well, with my soul...

Today, we remember our precious son Isai Lazarus who though never took a breath in our world has made a lasting impact on so many... and surly his legacy lives on. 3 years old, today. I can imagine hes sitting on the lap of Jesus, declaring truth and justice, or simply playing soccer... only the Lord knows.

Sometimes we think and imagine what life would be like with Isai Lazarus... it's a reality. However, we know that God turns all things to good for those who love Him and are called by Him, and today... today, it is well with my soul. With our souls...

The more I ponder on the word "stillborn" which is what they call a baby who is born dead (having died in the womb or in delivery during birth etc.) The amount of weeks old the baby is determines whether it's a miscarriage or a still born. I think on this word and the meaning behind it, and all I can get from it was that he was still born... meaning although he didn't take a breath on earth, he was still living, and he still died. He still had a life, a soul, a precious heart... a purpose and was a beautiful little baby at birth. I know the Lord has a great purpose for him... even now being in heaven. He was created to love and worship God. A purpose, we here on earth often find at the bottom of our priority list after our work is done and so on. But I can imagine, that Isai being just being a small child knows his purpose and is walking it out in the heavens. Today, as I think of our son I am reminded that we are but pilgrims in this world, waiting for our inheritance... waiting till the time that we join our little one. I am reminded that my sole purpose in life is to love and worship God in all things that I do. I am reminded through the remembrance our Isai Lazarus. I no longer feel a deep pain when I think our sweet boy, but rather a inner peace and joy. Longing to see him again. Longing to see Jesus.

We miss you little warrior... and will meet again some day if the Lord wills. All our love...