Joel 2:28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions...
Monday, September 21, 2009
Some of our favorite things...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Only God can!!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Nicaragua Independence Day
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Feliz CumpleaƱos......
(Here Francisco is with Caleb and his cake. I don't think he knew what to think.)
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Super Saturday!!!
I am so grateful that the Lord has given us this chance to serve these communities in a way that is very tangible. Yes, they need the Lord. But they also need to see the love of the Lord working through us. We must learn to walk as He did. Ministry is more than just preaching in churches or being around or a part of the church, it is the church being that what He called us to be, in the earth. We must be open to situations all around us. It is in the daily or the "mundane" that God could be using us the most. It is when those, that are yet to be part of the body of Christ, is really looking at those, who call themselves christians, to see if they really are who they say they are. Be real, be human, be the God moment in someone's life that could change their reality for the real life that can be found only in Him.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Choices.....
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Road Not Taken
Anyway, as we were driving, when I saw the roads we were traveling on it immediately made me think of this poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken. It was one of my favorites when I was younger. I definitely feel like this is true in my life. I pray that I always have the strength and wisdom to make the tough decision to take that road not taken. To not worry about the difficulties of not taking the easy road. The easy road is easy for a reason!! And oh so sweet the reward of taking the road less traveled.
Blessings to all and enjoy the poem!!
Rhonda
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.