Square lake and other watery places

It was early on a Saturday morning when we began our trip out to the village. Stopping to pick up some local friends, it took us nearly an hour and a half to reach our destination despite the location being just on the outskirts of the city. Difficult roads and traffic make for slow progress no matter what time of the day you go.
Taking in some beautiful scenery along the way, we started our journey a little unsure of all that the day would hold, but happy that the rain appeared to be at bay for awhile.
This time of year is in the middle of rainy season where it usually rains all day, everyday. Even the day prior to our trip, the girls' school had to close because flood waters had risen so high making it impossible for many to reach the school and holding classes inside flooded classrooms was not feasible.
But the day of our excursion began with the sun trying to peak out from behind the clouds.

We rode in the car as far as the road would take us and we had to trek the rest of the way on foot carrying food, water, gifts for the villagers and many other odds and ends we would need for the day.
I had to stop along the way to take pictures because the rural environment was just so beautiful.

We crossed small ponds and some flooded areas to reach the place where we would meet with a group of mostly women and children.
There is no running water or electricity in this village, and we met in a home that was one of the largest in the area. Still it was surely not more than a 15'x15' square bamboo hut and we squeezed more than 70 people into the one room structure. It was overflowing and I smiled to myself thinking that if someone else wanted in, they would have to be dropped in from the roof.

Despite being a Saturday, the children of the village had to attend school so we did a program with them first before they went. Zoë taught the children some songs in the local language she had previously learned.

The kids enjoyed jumping around and dancing to the songs. Their smiles were so precious! And when we gave them little packages of candy (Thanks to Lottie!) you would have thought we had given them gold bars.

One of my co-workers who has been living in this country for seven years and is very proficient in the language shared a story with all who were present. She talked about the "lost sheep" and the "lost coin" and related them to how Father will go to great lengths to bring back just one lost soul. I couldn't help but noticing tears gently sliding down the cheek of a lady sitting close to me before she quickly wiped it away.
For some there that day, this would be the first time they had ever heard about J.C. or his Good Book and it was so evident that the Spirit was moving in that place.

Later after the children had gone to school, I was able to share a Good Book story myself despite being so limited still in my language ability. I shared the story of Rahab and how because of Rahab's belief in Him, she and her family were saved from destruction and damnation. I shared with them that her salvation required action. She had to go against the leaders of Jericho to hide the Israelite spies in spite of severe, potential consequences. I told the women that, like Rahab, they needed to have faith in the one true God and boldly follow Him.
Can I just tell you that on my own, I would never have been able to tell this story? In the days leading up to our trip, my language teachers were unable to come to my house (because of flooding) to help me prepare my story. But I realized that Father was telling me that I just needed to be completely dependent on Him and He would enable me to share His story in this language.

Afterwards, one lady told me that another lady wanted to put her faith in Him, so I was so thankful that we had some local believer friends with us who were able to share the gospel clearly to her. They will continue coming to this village to meet with this lady following her decision for discipleship and dunking. These local believer friends (who we call partners) started the work in this village and have just recently had six people to "go swimming."
It's amazing to see how desperate and how hungry these people are for the Word!

Before leaving this home, the owners insisted on cooking for us. Oh my goodness, what a spread they put on for us. It was absolutely delicious. My favorite was a dish called "bay hen" which is a bean curry eaten with rice. It had black-eyed peas and green beans and it wasn't too spicy. Zoë liked the fried potatoes. That dish was a little more spicy, but she likes it hot!
We sat Indian-style on the floor around a small round table, oohing and ahhing over the delicious meal while fellowshipping with our new friends.

After our bellies were full, we headed out to visit some other people whose homes are more difficult to reach. You have to wade in water up to your knees to reach some of these homes, and after a recent incident I had with leeches, I just kept reminding myself to be brave and remember Father was with me. Zoë tromped on ahead of me with some of the others, fearless as usual.

We reached the home of a woman in particular that we especially wanted to meet. She was the first believer in this area and it's because of her testimony that others have come to faith.
She is an invalid. Only 37 years old, after giving birth to her fourth child over nine years ago, something happened to her that makes her unable to walk or even sit up on her own without assistance. Of course, she has never seen a doctor and so the cause of her disease is unclear. I think maybe she had a stroke or something possibly caused from toxemia during pregnancy, but that's just guessing on my part. Right before the onset of this disease, her husband passed away leaving her a widow who is now completely alone. She is completely dependent on the good will of others for her care and well-being. She lives in a small bamboo structure whose floors are so weak that we were afraid would break when we entered the room. There is very little protection from the rain, so everything was soggy. This lady doesn't even have a mat to sleep on. She just lays on the wood plank floor with a small worn-out cushion for a pillow. Her one room hut was completely empty except for a few cats who wandered in and out freely and a few pictures attached to the wall.
Despite all these difficult living circumstances and health problems, this woman believes in Him.

I was anxious to meet this lady, having heard so much about her, yet I was so saddened to see her conditions. Thanks to Lottie, she was given a new blanket. She was given food and water. She was prayed over and she was loved on.
My co-worker and I attempted to sing for her the song "How great Thou art" although we were having trouble singing through our own tears, while holding back sobs.
The scene was just so dismal.
I can't imagine living her life... laying on that hard floor all day, everyday just waiting on someone to bring you a little rice (hopefully once a day) or clean you up or come talk to you.
Yet despite her somewhat seemingly purposeless existence, she is leading others to Father. Talk about an example.

The mud that we slogged through on the way out didn't seem as difficult on our return trip. I couldn't stop thinking about the people we had met and the sights we saw. I kept thinking about how much I take for granted. I have a nice place to live. I have a comfortable bed to sleep in at night. I have food whenever I want it. I complain about the traffic and the weather and so many other worthless grouses.

When we finally arrived home at our apartment in the city in the early evening, we were completely worn out. Physically, mentally, emotionally... we were wiped. I headed straight for the shower, anxious to wash off all the mud and sweat and exhaustion from the day.
And when I laid my head on my pillow that night before drifting off to sleep, I thanked Father for the day.
I feel so fortunate. Not just because of my blessings or my possessions. I feel fortunate to get to live in this place and do this "job" and experience firsthand Father moving among the lost, calling them unto Himself.
It is hard, for sure. But more than anything, it is pure joy.

Would you please lift up the people of "Square Lake" and our local partners who are trying to bring the Light into this village?
Ask that just as the water from the rain is overflowing throughout this village, so would the never-ending water that Spirit brings.


And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. - Matthew 7:25

Transfixed

Once a year we have a week-long meeting with all of our co-workers throughout Southeast Asia. We come together for a time of refreshment, encouragement, challenge and growth. It's a much-needed time for us to be re-fueled for the work.
This year we got to hear some really awesome preaching - it's the kind that you just don't want to end. The speakers lead you into the presence of God and you want to just sit in the warmth of His light continually.
Throughout the week we were compelled to take a closer look into our own lives to discover any hindrances keeping us from completely fulfilling what He calls us to do.
Many times in my life I have felt Him calling me to do things that I don't completely understand. I just know it's what He's telling me to do, so that's what I do.
Lately though I've been feeling more that there are not things He wants me to do, but instead, things He wants me NOT to do.
He's been telling me NOT to speak at certain times or to certain people. Rather He says, "Be still. Be quiet. Listen. Wait."
In the form of confession I humbly share that in my sinfulness, I try to do things on my own. So many times I forget to let Father lead me, and I jump out in front doing what I think He wants me to do. I forget to let Him be in control, stupidly thinking that I have any power of my own to do this job or live the life He wants for me. And can I tell ya, living like that is just exhausting.
It's fruitless and weary and draining. It's just plain hard, and ultimately, it's not what He wants of me.

The theme of our company meeting that week was "Transfixed" and when I walked into the meeting hall the first day I noticed huge signs with the word emblazoned on them. Using my handy cell phone dictionary, I looked up the word to discover the word's accurate definition upon which I found it means, "to be motionless with wonder and astonishment or in honor of one's amazement."
Motionless?
"If we're motionless, how do we do any good? How can we do the work?" I thought to myself.
Oh, I'm so dense sometimes.

Over and over in my life, Father is continually leading me back to His word in Psalm 46:10 which says, "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."
I am not doing ANYTHING. I am just spinning my wheels when I try.
It is HE who does everything and who has all power.
And when I try to do it on my own is when I become sick, dispirited and burned out.

During our short vacation and in the days following our meeting since we've returned home, I feel as if Father has given me rest. I have tried less to "do" things and instead tried more to follow. But it is a continual struggle for me and your prayers to this effect are greatly appreciated.
Ironically in these days when I've tried to do less, my language ability seems to have increased, and thereby my ability to communicate His message likewise increased. I guess doing less = doing more.

Oh, if only this would apply to my house cleaning too....

We have a teenager in the house!

I remember the day she was born just like it was yesterday.

A few days prior to delivery at my routine doctor’s appointment, because I had already begun to dilate, my OBGYN said we would schedule an inducement for Sunday morning if I didn’t deliver over the weekend.

I remember feeling so relieved that I had made it through nine months without any problems and that very soon we would be holding our precious angel in our arms.

My parents and grandparents had made the trek down to Mississippi to be present for the birth of their first grandchild and great-grandchild, respectively.

We had a celebration dinner at a Mexican restaurant on Saturday night, naturally. I started craving Mexican food while pregnant with Zoë and still today it’s our go-to food of choice when we have the option.

I remember having back pains that night when leaving the restaurant, but any woman will tell you that you get used to aches and pains throughout a pregnancy. (I didn’t realize at the time that it was early contractions.)

The next morning, we were scheduled to be at the hospital at 7am, so we said goodbye to my mom and dad and grandparents at the crack of dawn. They planned to come over to the hospital later in the day supposing labor would take awhile.

We arrived at the hospital and got settled in a room. There was some last minute paperwork to be done, but I remember the doctor arriving promptly at 9am to get things started. At the time, I was feeling great. CJ and I both were happy and excited, I thought delivery was just gonna be a cakewalk.

After checking out the situation, the doctor looked at me and said, “You’re at 5 centimeters dilated and having contractions every 2 minutes!”

I was completely surprised.

“Wow,” I thought to myself. “This is nothing like what they show on tv or in the movies. This is easy!”

Yeah, that was until the doctor broke my water.

I remember him saying he was going to break my water, but when it happened instead it felt like he had shot fire into my body.

We had planned ahead of time to have the epidural and at that moment I realized it was the best decision I had made in my life up to that point.

We have a funny video from that day that CJ made on our new video camera. He was going around the room explaining all the different machines when he got to the one that showed the contractions. In the video he says, “See look, she’s having a small one now.” To which I screamed, “That’s no SMALL contraction. It’s a BIG ONE!”

CJ’s family was down in South Florida, but I remember that CJ’s dad kept calling the phone in our hospital room every 10 minutes for the latest progress. About 1:30pm when the doctor said it was finally time to start pushing, he instructed CJ to take the phone off the hook until after delivery. 

At precisely 2:34pm on July 30, 2000, Zoë Gray Johnson made her appearance into the world.

She came out screaming, but the moment they placed her in my arms and CJ and I greeted her, she quieted right down.

It was love at first sight.

13 years ago today, the Lord bestowed upon CJ and I this most precious blessing. He’s allowed us the privilege of parenting this special girl and getting to walk with her throughout her life.

She is truly unique, talented in so many ways. She’s musical, sporty and a socialite. She never meets a stranger and little children always seem to flock to her.

Her heart’s desire is to serve Father and she pursues opportunities of sharing His love with others.

Now we are embarking upon the teenage years, and new adventures and challenges are surely ahead. But we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Just like she breezed into the world 13 years ago, she is still breezing through life bringing joy everywhere she goes.

Happy 13^th birthday, Zoë!

We love you and are so proud of you! 

Birthday party 2006

Our little rock star

Kindergarten graduation

First day at Columbia Academy 1st Grade

2013

VBS = Very Blessed Skype-session

When we were asked if we would like to participate, via Skype, with our hometown gathering group's VBS, we jumped at the chance. 
There are no words to express how much we miss the people from that place, and any opportunity to talk with them and see their faces makes us so happy. 

The whole week leading up to our Skype session, we were so excited and then two days before our scheduled meeting, our power went out. This was not just one of our usual, couple-hours-out power outages; it was out for 14 hours. It was the kind of power-outage that foretells larger power problems looming on the horizon. 
The next day we endured minor power outages, but then on Friday, the day we planned to meet with the VBS kids, our power was off and on continually throughout the day. It was nerve-wracking... would we have power? Would we not? Should we try to find some other place we could go to that has power and internet? That ultimately was not an option because in order for us to Skype in the morning time with the folks at home, it was late at night where we live and no other place (like a restaurant or coffee shop) was open at that time of night. 
All we could do was petition Father for His will to be done. 
Finally, with two minutes to spare, our power returned just in time for our scheduled appearance at VBS. PTL!
Still, our internet is not usually, and was not at this time either, great. We could not see faces clearly because the image was blurry, but we could hear their voices, and from time to time it would clear up enough for us to distinguish certain people. 
The first person I recognized was sweet friend, Tracey Pace. Tracey's voice is easily discernible to me because I sat next to Tracey countless times in the choir and I continually listen to the CD of the group she is a part of, Legacy. Just hearing her voice flooded my mind with precious memories of so many occasions from being at this Gathering Group, and of course, I began to cry. 
It was Miá who strengthened me by saying, "Mom! Pull it together. This is important for these kids!"
She was right. We've heard countless stories of people who have said they heard about (or talked with) people who do what we do at a VBS and through those experiences, many have felt the call to "GO" as well later in their lives. 
That's why we had prepared in advance several questions that we thought the kids might ask us. We wanted to be ready with our answers so we could make the most of every single minute with them. Ironically, most of those questions were never asked.
We visited with three separate age groups during our Skype time and the first question we received from each group was, "What sports do you have there?"
That question was usually followed up with, "Do you go hunting there?"
Oh, our precious Mississippi kids! 
They did ask about the food we eat and where Zoë and Miá go to school. 
When the older group of 5th and 6th graders had their turn, they asked us more difficult questions like, "How do you 'share'?" and "Are any of the people 'receiving' the message?"
And while the questions were great and a lot of fun, our favorite part was seeing some of the youth and other dear friends and catching up on their lives during the short time we had together. 
Seeing Bro. Tom and Mrs. Gloria reminded us of the heritage this Gathering Group has of supporting "sent-out" ones. We are continually strengthened by their enduring perseverance and faithfulness to serve wherever they are, and we were thankful for the few moments we had to share with these special mentors and friends. 
This Gathering Group is such a special place. There are some Sundays when we think how great it would be to sit and hear a "teaching" from Dr. Barnes or other local "shepherds" like Bro. Grenn, Dr. Jordan, Dr. Campbell, Bro. Robbins or FBCTellico shepherd Dr. Barnard. 
How I wish I could sit in the choir loft and sing my favorite hymns surrounded by such a dedicated group of singers using their talents for Him like I used to get to do every Sunday.  
The girls miss their "believing" friends, Sunday school and youth group.
The Summer Sunday Evenings, the Wednesday nights, the fellowships, the Good Book studies, even just the times sitting around the kitchen table in the office with a cup of coffee and laughing with co-workers, this Gathering Group is truly a special place. 

Maybe it's because this place is so special, that we want other people to have the opportunity to experience it as well. Listening to the Master Teacher, singing His praises, fellowshipping with other believers - isn't that what eternity is going to be like? I think so...

We look forward to the day when we can be with these friends at this Gathering Group in person, but for now, we'll settle with precious times like these - Skyping when we can, emailing, sending/receiving cards and letters. 
Thank you Jennifer Baker for enabling us to have this opportunity. Thanks Mom and Dad for suggesting the idea. Thanks FBC Columbia for all your love, encouragement and sustaining support. You are continually in our hearts. 

Mississippi meets Southeast Asia

It’s been over two weeks since we said goodbye to my parents after their visit to our beloved country, but I’m still trying to process our many adventures and encounters to share with friends.

I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to describe their trip, which could only be called a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. Oh, I feel sure they’ll make another trip here sometime in the future, but it’s not likely we’ll have as many “that’s the first time I ever did that” moments like we did this go ‘round.

My mother and father rode in taxis, on elephants, in ox carts, in tri-shaws and rickshaws and clinging for dear-life on the back of Thai motorcycles. They tried foods they had never heard of or imagined. They saw pigs being slaughtered for dinner, women carrying huge packages on their heads, men riding on the tops and sides of overloaded buses and golden pagodas everywhere. They saw potatoes peeled with spoons, meals cooked over an open-fire and foods being eaten that were never intended for digestion. They toured places of great wealth and were saddened by areas of extreme poverty. They shopped; they toured; they played; and all of it done in the midst of some quality family time.

It was truly awesome.

The time we had together went by too fast, and as expected, the hardest part is always saying goodbye.

This lifestyle we lead – one in which we try to follow the Father’s leading – has been full of both blessings and challenges. And when I try to overcome the sadness that comes from being separated from our families for so long, I recall that life on this earth is so short. It’s like the dew that vanishes in the morning sun.

Eternity, however, is forever.

FOREVER AND FOREVER…

It’s so much more important to ensure that our “forever” is secured and that those who have never heard receive the message of saving grace freely given by the author and creator of our lives.

So as difficult as it is living on the other side of the world from the family and friends that we love so much, we know this is where we need to be.

So we press on…

For those who helped make my parents’ trip here possible, I don’t know what to say but, “Thank you!”

For those of you who sent us cards and handwritten letters and pictures, you made us feel loved like you wouldn’t believe.

For those of you who prayed and continue to pray for us and for our families, it is our hope that Father will bless you many times over.