Writing About Life

Craig is at a meeting at church, so I decided to write while he’s away. Sometimes we get so busy it’s easy to ignore each other with television or book reading when we are together because we’re trying to relax. So I determined to blog while he’s gone.

I took a writing assignment from a man for an autobiography. He advertised for a writer in the “NYS Southern Tier Shopper” in the Spring of 2014, I believe. We’re moving along in a leisurely fashion because he’s doing business and I’m writing other projects and living an ordinary life.

Just lately, we received guests from Nicaragua and Australia. Craig and I started hosting four from a family and then the last night, we added two more non-relatives. Some of the group slept in our church and most of them did an outreach Wednesday night at a service. They’re in the Upstate, NY area before they head home in another few weeks. One to Australia, and the street kids and the director and his children go to Nicaragua. What a joy to meet with them. I think they’re heading to Medina after being in Cohocton over this last weekend and then off to Buffalo.

Jed Brien loves this area because he spent some time attending Brockport State College, something Craig and I had in common with him. We aren’t in the same age group, so this was our first opportunity to connect with him. They call themselves the Nicavengelists. They’re here in America to tell how God got a hold of these children that got neglected and abused and some even sold for a meal. They showed dramas of their lives smoking pot or being gang members or being exploited on a street corner. Then, somehow the orphanage found them and helped them. Those that become ready do street dances on stage in churches to show their lives transformed by the power of Jesus Christ.

So moving. As a mother, my heart broke for the young children. These performers are teens now. One couple recently got married, so they stayed in a home with lots of room, plenty of pets and no children in a very rural spot. It makes me wonder what they think. We have so much. It can keep us from seeing our need of a Savior and this life is short.

So I didn’t write and I didn’t spend much time with God in the mornings or afternoons or at night. I made up for it last week and this week. My life feels fuller as I delve into the Word. My emotions are on an even keel again. I’m washing linens and catching up on some neglected housework. That’s all good, but I missed them sorely when they left. And they cleaned my house while I was at church, so it smelled all piney when we walked in the door.

They walked throughout the town and handed out brochures and did hand stands to get attention. Once they left, I thought, what am I doing for my town to stir their hearts for Jesus? It’s easy for me to play games on my cell phone or get lost in activities. When I hear the news programs I keep wondering how long before Jesus returns. “Wake me up, Lord I pray. Direct my path and my ways.”

The joy of interacting with people from other cultures and doing missionary work on a small basis (for my part in it) is thrilling stuff. Convoy of Hope came to Lockport when we were there many years ago and I thanked God for bringing the mission field to me. I felt that way again the week before last week. How does God give you joy?

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