Saturday, June 26, 2010

Haiti Trip!


Hey, this is McKenna! I wanted to blog a little about our Haiti trip! For those who don't know, Dad, Luke, and I went on a 6 day mission trip to Haiti last week. It was an incredible experience and I would love to visit again. Here are a few of my favorite pics:


We're off- on our way to Florida! Luke was allergic to something on the flight and broke out in hives. Luckily, God healed him really fast.


After a late night in Florida with Jack Walker and Sam Caire, we left for the airport at 4 a.m. We were all really sleepy and probably a little delirious...







There was something that made us a little uneasy about the crashed plane waiting for us at the end of the runway...


Our truck, with the rest of our team, was waiting for us at the Haitian airport.



There was trash like this EVERYWHERE driving down the street. My dad and I realized that you can't really capture Haiti though unless you have a scratch-and-sniff picture because the smells were a big part of it! They burned parts of their trash, so driving down the street, it smelled bascially like burning trash and dead animals. Gross.


Church behind a church building

Counting pills at the hotel for the next day's clinic
Monday was an awesome first clinic - at least for me. Dad got to pray for a lot of people, Luke got to help count pills, and I got to love on a lot of little kids.




Luke helped out a lot - in the pharmacy, taking pictures for the doctors, and playing with kids.


I got lots of special souvenirs after passing out crayons and index cards.

I met this girl named Vanessa who's also twelve. She spoke a little English and she and I hung out all day. It was really nice having someone my age there.

On Tuesday, we did a clinic at a place 2 1/2 hours away. It was a little more challenging than the day before, especially when Patti Griggs and I got CROWDED with kids who wanted to make their bracelets first. I can't even describe the grace God gave me that day though. Had he not given me Patti, I might not have survived! :) She helped by taking the kids and singing songs with them. I learned a lot from that day and think it was productive despite the challenges.


Daddy praying with a little girl


This is one of the few kids who would smile for the camera.


This was the building where the nurses did the pharmacy and the doctors examined people. The blue table in the back was the pharmacy.


Teaching (and learning) some songs with the kids

On Wednesday, we visited an orphanage. We did a small clinic for the kids, but mostly just played with them. I had tons of fun!! We passed out paper and crayons again, and I received LOTS of pictures!


"Smiling" for the camera


Lagina loved to sit on my lap and be tickled!


LOVE this pic of a little girl named Anne!


This was my favorite girl I met. Her name was Dielle and she was probably 5 or 6 years old. After a while, she fell asleep in my lap. I REALLY wanted to take her home with me! :)


After I told Dielle I had to leave, she didn't smile again. I was so close to tears, I couldn't talk to anyone. :( Really hope I get to see her again someday...
On Thursday, we went to a school right next to an orphanage to do a clinic. This day was nice because we left from there a little earlier than usual.

This boy wanted Luke to take a picture of him with the mermaid coloring book...? Lol!


Orphans watching us drive away


When we left the orphanage, we didn't notice the enormous rain clouds in the distance. A few minutes into the hour and a half drive to the hotel, it started POURING rain! The tarp we tried to drape over us was completely ineffective due to the many rips in it. Despite the amused looks from the community, we sang hymns ALL THE WAY BACK! By the end, no piece of luggage or person had a dry spot on them!


Patti Griggs and Tori wrestling with the tarp
This breathtaking sunrise yesterday morning looked like it belonged on a postcard.

This is the waiting area at the airport in Haiti.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A few pics from the Mighty Men "manhood" retreat

Since my daughter tells me that a blog is completely boring with no pictures, here are a few from the Mighty Men retreat last weekend. Randy had the boys swim from the middle of the lake to shore and then pull this railroad tie for over 2 miles in the blazing heat. They did an AMAZING job of working together! A FAR cry from where they started 4 years ago! :)
Cousin Annie came to the end of the retreat and then came home with us for a week. I'll try to post more from that visit soon...
This was the best pic we could get of these mighty warriors on the sleepy Sunday a.m.
Garry and Corey - lots of fun in the water. I love these guys!

thankful for friends

Okay, so I'm 37 years old now and I guess you could say that I feel the "middle-aged" season approaching. Life just feels different. I've got a daughter who will be a TEENAGER next month, I don't care near as much what people think about me, and I'm pulling out these crazy gray hairs (which are well-camoflauged - sp? - due to the fact that I'm a ditzy blonde)! And, oh yeah, I think it's time for some sort of makeover because I can't seem to conceal the dark circles under my eyes anymore. Whatever. Here's what I'm overwhelmed with in this new season: I am so incredibly thankful for the friendships that have been orchestrated by God over the past several years. OVERWHELMED with gratitude. I mean, really. If I didn't have the handful of women who have walked with me through lots of life, this season wouldn't be as sweet. If I didn't have them, I'm pretty sure I would go bananas. If I didn't have them, I wouldn't know the sweetness of Christ. I wouldn't be able to taste His beauty in the same way. They are the ones who have shown me what it means to be vulnerable, to walk in grace, to walk by the Spirit. They are strong and confident prayer warriors and are powerful forces in the kingdom of God. I love to laugh with them and raise my kids with them. I love my husband better because of them. They have seen all my junk and I have found the unconditional love of Christ in them. I am just utterly AMAZED and OVERWHELMED with GRATITUDE ladies! I know this is a cheesy post, but I've been pondering it a lot lately - you know who you are and you are deeply cherished! Praise God for the gift of your lives!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

song for the week :)

Lyrics from "The Desert Song" by Hillsong's United

Verse 1:
This is my prayer in the desert
When all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides

Verse 2:
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames

Chorus:
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain

I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here

Verse 3:
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand

Bridge:
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship

Verse 4:
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow


Heard this song on a cd I've had since Xmas for the first time a couple of days ago. Need these words over and over again right now!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

blogworthy quote...

So today Isaac walks in and says with a bit of passion, but matter-of-factly (is that a word?): "Mom! Luke needs Dad's flashlight because he lost 2 pieces of his gum in my crack [pronounced 'cwack']!" I just sat there trying to decide when to bust out laughing. He didn't get how funny it was - he was just referring to the space between his bed and the wall. You wouldn't believe how many things have gotten lost, stuck, or found in his CWACK! LOL!!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

human trafficking in the USA

WARNING: If you don't want to be held accountable for the poor and don't know about human trafficking in our country, then stay ignorant and don't read this post. I'm really not trying to be rude. I'm serious. About one month ago, I was completely clueless and so I couldn't do anything. Now that I know, I am held accountable by the One who deeply cares about the chains of injustice.

Okay. I don't know if any of this will make sense because I'm "full" and overwhelmed and it might be hard to communicate my thoughts, but I guess this is just the story of one thing God is currently doing - in my own heart and in our country in general. I get together on a regular basis with a couple of friends for coffee and we've been doing this for a couple of years. Our late night conversations have covered a VAST range of topics and have knit our hearts together and kept us sane! :) About a month ago, one of them told me I had to read this book called Renting Lacy but she told me not to read it when I was depressed - it had made her physically sick. So I borrowed it and read it. Prior to reading this book, here's what I thought about prostitution in our country (keep in mind that I see prostitutes on the streets of my own neighborhood). I believed that although they probably had less-than-ideal home situations growing up, they had made some bad choices and chosen this "profession" because they could make good money and support drug habits, etc. I believed they wanted to be there and that they should be "punished" through incarceration because what they're doing is horrible. I believed that while there were some "sicko" situations, in general, prostitution "incidents" were just men looking for sex (married or not) who got what they needed and moved on. All of those sterotypical thoughts have been shattered. I love it and hate it when the Lord moves in and changes our stereotypes and perspectives. I have heard of and read a little about sex trafficking of girls in other countries, esp India. We have contributed money through World Vision and other ways to help rescue those girls. I was disturbed when I heard about those girls, but I was shocked (which is an understatement) to learn about what is going on here in the US and specifically in the Metroplex, and even more specifically, my own neighborhood. Renting Lacy was written by an former Congresswoman who became an advocate for these girls when she discovered what was going on. I was ignorant (and still am on one level, praise God) of the depravity of man (rich and poor). Here's what's happening. Typical profile of a prostitute: Girl who has a bad homelife - maybe abused, one parent at home, maybe a runaway, wants a better situation. The pimps know how to spot them so they pretend to be a sweet boyfriend and "romance" them, sometimes for months. Then they do this weird brainwashing or just take them and they then "belong" to them. These guys are business men and they are running huge and profitable businesses. I went to a meeting the other night about this and it is the second-largest and fastest-growing criminal activity in the world. It is predicted that it will soon surpass drugs - they can only sell drugs one time; they can sell a child over and over again. The porn industry has made this business skyrocket, for obvious reasons. They have these girls doing online porn and then men who are looking for prostitutes want younger and younger girls (I am talking 12 and 13 year olds) because it's what they're watching. So porn addiction is not only about purity, it's about oppressing the poor. Heavy. So if you see an 18-19 year old prostitute, many of them have been doing it since they were as young as 12 and there really is no easy way out. They are threatened, etc. And not only that, these girls are the ones that are prosecuted while the johns are let go and the pimps are rarely caught. Yeah, it's REALLY messed up. So the meeting I attended Tuesday p.m. was done by this ministry called Traffick911. It was started by a woman from Dallas and they are currently in the planning stage for opening 3 shelters in this area. There are just a handful of shelters across the nation. We are sending lots of money and monitoring sex trafficking in other countries, but we have done very little for our own children! Anyway, Texas is the leader in the nation for this business and Dallas/Fort Worth are the leading cities in the nation. Traffick911 (traffick911.org) is in the process of organizing a huge awareness/rescue effort for the SuperBowl in 2011 because big sporting events mean high demand. And as long as there is demand, there will continue to be suppliers. The speaker said that people are already renting their houses out for thousands of dollars and some of those homes will be turned into brothels for the weekend. Another thing I learned was that Craigs List is making millions on these ads for child prostitutes - they know about it and will do nothing to stop it. You can read about that on this link: (and I've looked at them and some of those girls are definitely under 18)
http://humantrafficking.change.org/blog/view/craigslist_makes_36_million_from_illegal_sex_ads

So after this woman's presentation I went up to her and asked her about Como - she said it was "huge", meaning the problem is huge here. I think I knew that, but it was still so sobering. I think all of us who attented that meeting are still a bit "shaken up" just trying to sort through it all and pray and see where God wants us to go next with what we now know. One of my friends just keeps saying "He is stronger and He is bigger!" Just a few weeks ago, RB and I spoke at our church's training school and one of the things I talked about was something this Brazilian church planter said to us back when we were in training school. He said that there is a demonic spirit of Poverty and it will rise up, look you in the face, and say "Fix THIS!" It is just too overwhelming and too big...IF we take our eyes off Jesus. What I told the class that night was that if we let ourselves get "under" the darkness, we will no longer be effective and will stop bringing the light to the very places that need it the most. SO I've been trying to listen to the voice of God this week and take my own advice (ha, ha) because it's so easy to let the darkness of this situation creep into the very depths of your soul. But so thankful for the Body of Christ, and God is clearly moving to bring people to awareness and then to action. Really can't wait to see what He is about to do here in the Metroplex and although these last few weeks have been sobering, it is exciting to get to be a part of His mission.
So I write all of this to make maybe a few people aware. We're talking about 300,000 kids in our country and the Lord needs us to rise up and not ignore the cry of the poor, in this case, children. I know I'll never look at the kids who show up at my doorstep in the same way again. More later...I'm full of so much that God is revealing right now! But have terrible sore throat and have to go sleep while I can!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Happy Birthday Josiah!

Breakfast birthday cake yesterday morning (that's why he looks a little sleepy).
Didn't get this posted yesterday, but wanted to wish my sweet ELEVEN year old Happy Birthday! So proud of Josiah! Love his leadership, hard work, and the way he loves to analyze/figure things out - seeing engineer on fire for Jesus?? :) He is growing in Jesus and I can't wait to see what God does in his sweet heart this year! Love you Josiah! And isn't he handsome? :)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Piper Joy - 6 months old today!

Just wanted to take a few pics today of my littlest one - cannot believe it's been 6 months! She really is a joy and we all love her. Can't imagine our family without her! I crack up when I think about how different her "babyhood" is from that of her oldest sister. MK's world was so QUIET and scheduled and orderly. Piper's is LOUD (and she always has someone in her face) with a relatively flexible routine and not much order. I started baby food on the day MK turned 4 months old and I introduced new foods "by the book." Piper still isn't eating solids and one day recently I decided to see what would happen if I gave her a little bite of banana. Maybe I'll start soon - but it's such a PAIN?!?! Never missed a well-check or scheduled vaccination with MK. I still haven't gone to Piper's 4-month-old check up. MK had a baby book the size of Nebraska by the time she was 3 months old AND a "life book" that is in progress. Piper might get a scrapbook...when she's 20. Love this journey of motherhood and how the seasons are always changing. Piper seems like she's okay with her crazy life. :)



one of her favorite faces - squinchy nose

Saturday, April 24, 2010

confession

Confession: today I wish I didn't live in the hood. There. I said it. A stay at Blackberry Farm is sounding really good about now - maybe for like 6 months?? :)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

More creative photography by McKenna

Friends came over a couple of weeks ago and McKenna went to town with my camera. I've started handing it to her almost every time now! And she's starting to experiment with editing and having a lot of fun! Love that girl!
Eden
Isaac and Lyren
Catherine
Maisie - do you not just want to eat her up?
love this one!

dancing

Awkward. I hear the music. It's beautiful and I can envision what I look like when my feet and body glide effortlessly across the floor. But I don't look like the woman in my mind's eye. Awkward. The woman in my mind is passionate...joyful...unencumbered...welcoming...hospitable....Reality is awkward. My feet just won't move quite right. I feel like I'm trying to dance a dance that I was never intended to dance (a lie from the pit of hell, but still how I FEEL). I stumble. I try to stick with the beat, but I'm off again. I just look...awkward.
But it's worth it, right? The dance of community, specifically community with children, is worth it. Even now, as I write, I hear the sound of police helicopters overhead, circling our "hood" again. Second time today I've heard them (with all the emergency vehicles I see on my street and over my head, I don't know why anyone ever thinks that I would struggle with feeling safe here. LOL!). Community. Christ was all about it. He still is, especially with children. Which is why I long to not fight against it anymore! And while I am talking about community with my own children on one level, I'm mostly talking about neighborhood kids. Don't think a day has gone by recently when there weren't at least 2 at my door (yesterday a.m. 3 brothers were fully dressed for school and knocking at 5:50 a.m. They needed to use the phone - were wondering where their mama had disappeared to in the middle of the night...not particularly worried, just curious. I know her and I knew she was somewhere getting high. Maybe they just choose not to know anymore). I long to elegantly fling my front door open wide, ushering them into a safe haven, while providing them with food for body and soul. But the reality is that I'm awkward. Conversation is awkward. I'm mostly trying to figure out when I can ask them to leave. But today there was small breakthrough and I think I figured out one small dance step in the complicated rhythm. As I peered through my window and saw three girls approaching from down the street, I started praying out loud, "Lord, please give me Your welcoming spirit" (because, really, can you tell me that even when He had to say "no" or turn people away that they didn't somehow still feel welcomed?) and saying "Act happy to see them...Act happy to see them." Today I didn't make them ask to enter, I invited them in. Today I let them watch me as I bathed my 5-month-old. Today, I let the oldest one hold Piper for me while I did some chores around the house. Today, I asked them how school was and I learned that they had "science day" and that the eldest is working on a science project, a solar oven. Today, I talked about Earth Day with them and we tried to find some info about it on the internet together. And when I had to leave to go run errands, they asked to come with me....I had to say no and the parting felt awkward, but they've never asked before (at least not these particular girls). I wish that the steps I practiced today had been smoother. I wish that I had offered them the banana before they had to ask. I wish that we had read together and that I had been more affectionate and "mothering". I wish I had talked about Jesus and overflowed with the Word of God. BUT, the few steps that I got right today were Holy Spirit led and ordained by Father. Next time I will add a few more steps, and a few more after that. And I know that somehow, God is being glorified even in the midst of my tripped-up-awkward dancing. I love that my God is the God who uses the weak of the world to confound the wise. And I'm thankful that He is the One I get to dance with....Grace. It's a Grace dance.