Sunday, May 11, 2014

Philippians 4:6

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksksgiving, present your requests to God.

I have been searching for the packet of letters I sent to my BFF regarding my family's Habitat adventures.  She saved them for me and gifted them to me upon our return the the USA.  Can I find them?  Nooooo.  They are in some perfectly logical spot, but this beany brain doesn't know where.

I did stumble onto my sporadic journals (all the way back to 1972!).  I want to use this blog to record my past musings, prayers and concerns.  Let's begin with our arrival in Americus, Georgia, for Habitat for Humanity training.

04-09-90  Wednesday

On Monday we arrived at Americus, Georgia.  After asking for directions, we found HFH.  Americus may be small and rural but it sure is city-fied!  We were directed to our house, named Verite, which is French for "truth."  We have the upstairs with two bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen and dining/living room.  It is really homey and nice with birds chirping outside.

On Tuesday we were given a tour of HFH and informed of the kids' summer program.  We were shown the supply house, where the mail arrives.  We got mail from a family, serving in the Solomon Islands, that spoke at our church about HFH.  I'm a little chicken because one of them got malaria.  Later we got a letter from my brother, R., offering to buy out my share of my father's inheritance for $5000.00.  What a jerk!

05-10-90

Today was floor scrubbing and a potluck.  Tomorrow we will take the kids to daycare and make bricks.

There is sure no hoopla.  Lots of information, act on your own initiative, but no hoopla.  We could be exploring HFH and Americus more, but we have little 'uns.  We will make them our priority for now.

M.has cheered up a lot with regular naps, special times, and having a home.  And a time-out chair.  Whew!  His screaming matches were regular and hard to take.

It's nice to have clean floors.

05-14-90 Monday

I was telling A. about my fears (malaria, illness) and doubts (can we really assess the HFH thing or will we just be swept along by the fact we sold the house, signed up for training, hi-ho away we go!).  I was wanting a message from God showing we were part of His plan, not acting on a mistaken feeling on our part.

B. made me a crown that she said started out to be mountains.  Bit by bit, I felt this was my message.  HFH will seem like a big, huge challenge (mountain) but it will turn into the best thing we ever did (crown).

Neat!  Thank you God!  Keep those messages coming and don't give up on me!

We have felt on the right track so far.  So let's stay on here in Americus and do the training.  Let's wonder if we are right or wrong for the job after we learn where we can go.  Sounds reasonable to me!  I'm willing to go onward or back to Plan B (hobby farm).  God's will is what I want for me and my family.

Last Friday the kiddies tried daycare and liked it.  Saturday was tracking down and conquering work boots in Columbus, Georgia.  Sunday was Mother's Day.  I got two wonderful cards, Mexican food, a Habitat shirt and LOVE!  We found St. Andrew's Lutheran Church in Plains, Georgia.  It is an old, small, quaint, stained glass congregation and church.  Old families, old names, old people.  No kids attended the service.  It will be a change from our Minnesota church.  I get a kick out of being in Jimmy Carter's hometown, too.  Historical, you know.

'Nuff of the old stuff for today.  Today's treasure is God loves me and vindicates me and calls me righteous even when I screw up!