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Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Tanu, where hope and joy reside.

Harsh, slurred words thrown his way…a precursor to the drunken rage of beatings that would soon follow. Beatings so severe by the end he would lay unconscious like a rag doll on the ground. When the beatings weren’t enough to satisfy the drunkards anger kerosene was doused and the boy lit on fire. Tanu suffered this at the hands of his father.

I sat next to a boy who has the courage of David, who faced a giant at a young age. I was in the presence of a young hero. His smiles and carefree ways filled my cup to overflowing. He now lives in a children’s home where he is being protected, cared for, loved on, and fed both physically and spiritually. He is learning of a much different Daddy, one who loves him unconditionally. A Daddy who “so loved the world, that he gave his only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”


One look into his eyes and you can see that hope and joy reside there. Amazing.
His resilience and ability to face the greatest of giants leaves me in awe. His joy was contagious and he left several of us a bit more than just misty-eyed. He shared openly of his abuse, enjoyed his model status for a photo shoot…and then with help walked away to play with his brother and friends where laughter and excitement over the gifts of a new Upward Sports lunch box and toothbrush abounded.


My summer has been extraordinary. It’s been filled with the privilege to do what I love, share God’s Word, with nearly 1200 children - here in the States with FCA and abroad with Rice Bowls.
The message simple. The focus on three children in the Bible that God used in mighty ways.
David whose courage allowed him to face a giant when no grown man in the Israelite army would step to the line.
Samuel who learned to recognize God’s voice and then be obedient to the Lord even when it wasn’t an easy assignment.
The little, unnamed slave girl whose boldness to share her faith and speak up led to the healing of her master – both physical and spiritual.
Courage, obedience, and boldness are available when our faith is in the Giver and Sustainer of those three.

Of course the lessons God taught me in return are greater than those I shared with the children He placed before me this summer. While I prepared to inspire children from God’s Word to live a life of courage – facing their giants of fear, defeat, and bullies. There in the midst I met one living out loud the message, Tanu, my modern day David.


My prayer for him, and the many others, may they too, like David, have a heart after God.
A heart belonging completely to their Savior.

Sweet Lydia

Lydia Paul
September 12,1975 - September 29, 2011

My heart is sad that time on this earth will be no more with my sweet sister in Christ, Lydia. Peace fills my heart knowing that we will have eternity with our Savior.
Pouring over pictures of my visits to El Shadai, remembering tender moments of tears shared, smiling at the memories of the times we laughed like school girls have been a balm to my heart. May these glimpses provide smiles for you too!

Join me in praying for those who are daily left with a "huge gap" - her husband, Joseph, her daughter, Becky and 63 children who call her mom at El Shadai. Her tasks were many, her presence loving and reassuring, and therefore each are feeling the great loss of someone so dear.

We remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, 
your labor prompted by love, 
and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ. 
I Thessalonians 1:3



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Our Rescued Children...




This photo was taken last Sunday morning as they were heading out to church.  That morning no one would have imagined the earth trembling, quaking, and buildings crumbling two days later. We are so thankful that each of their lives were spared when the earthquake and aftershocks hit Port-au-Prince. Words cannot describe the devastation all around them. 


Our hearts cry out to our Lord this day for our children in Haiti, for all of those there. My heart aches, yet my mind knows that God is sovereign, and he "so loved the world." In His great love for us, his children, there will be suffering. 


May I allow the words of a young 25 year old survivor challenge each of us. Her words spoken this past Saturday, after finding her entire immediate (and several cousins and aunts) dead on Friday. 

"I HAVE to believe the Lord is good...In this trial I greatly rejoice, though now for a little while we have been suffering in all kinds of trials. These have come so that our faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though we have not seen him, we love him; and even though we do not see him now, we believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, because we are receiving salvation!!!! Haitians must be God's favorite people - He is taking us through this so that we can grip Him tighter, see Him clearer and love Him deeper."


Neyssa has no earthly family left, no home to return to...yet she has a living hope. She knows her Savior and wants Him to be known.