This tomb, seen along the roadside in Israel, reminds me of another tomb where God testified regarding eternal blessing and renewal.
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Paraguay Marks Return to Our Beginning















Returning to South America with a new Come before Winter curriculum always brings back particularly sweet memories—memories of July, 2001, almost nine years ago, when we hosted our first-ever CbW renewal. Perhaps because this is where it all began, the anticipation of reconnecting with some of our original participants builds continually prior to the event and culminates in thanksgiving and celebration. We have never failed to receive a warm welcome and decided affirmation. This year’s Paraguayan renewal, held March 15-19 near Asuncion, was no exception.About one-third of the women participating in the ministry’s nineteenth renewal had attended the ministry’s first event in 2001. Seven of the original 24 participants from 2001 and four members of that 12-member team showed up. Similarly, 19 of this year’s 28 participants attended the 2005 renewal, while seven of this year’s 12-member team also served in 2005. Representatives from five South American countries (Paraguay, Brazil, Argentina, Chile, and Ecuador) attended; team members came from three U.S. states (Texas, New Mexico, and Tennessee). Missionary Ambassador Eunice Herchenroeder serves Pioneer Bible Translators in Papua New Guinea.

Since no group can better measure our maturation as a ministry, we found particular gratification in hearing this group’s evaluation of our Psalm 103 curriculum. All the groups we serve appreciate the new pace—slower and more fluid than our Mark and Philippian studies. But to date no group has responded with such enthusiasm as the women in South America. The daily showing of the theme video on the hesed of God –His steadfast love—touched this group deeply from the first viewing, and they anticipated it with expectation. Worship was incredible, the singing and prayer erupting from the depths of faithful hearts struggling as we do with life. Yet, a simple comfort existed among us—the joy of community—team with participants, participants among participants, and team member alongside team member—the sharing has never been sweeter. Faces that reflected heavy burdens on Monday began to relax by mid-week; on Friday unburdened hearts carried away a new resolve to better represent God’s grace and forgiveness to a hurting world.

Nine years of experience had prepared us to anticipate the depth of struggles we might find. No renewal to date has faced as many challenges as this one. Technical changes in the ministry’s websight followed by miscommunication caused registration to open two months late. Then Paraguayan visas proved difficult; some, including our original Missionary Ambassador, never acquired these necessary papers. Every step of the way seemed fraught with difficulty including, and maybe especially, the team’s final travel day. With only a two-hour time change, the day we left managed to extend over 40 hours from the time we rose on Friday, March 12, until we reclined our heads on Saturday, March 13, at midnight. The extended trip literally swallowed our normal Saturday preparation time at the hotel, forcing our normal spiritual preparation day of Sunday into a creative mix of rest, worship, and work. A tired, but determined team met challenge after challenge with flexiblity and grace—including intense thunder storms all day Sunday which resulted in the need to transport our many suitcases of registration materials to the conference room in a steady downpour along muddy, slippery paths in a steady downpour marked with lightning and deafening bursts of thunder.

As sometimes happens, the team grew to love the whole hotel staff, a group of young Paraguayans the Texan-born manager lovingly refered to as “her children.” It seemed they took as many pictures of us as we did of each other—and that is saying something. They met our every need before we could even anticipate our desire—often following us at meals to deliever a necessary spoon or fork they noted we had forgotten or to exchange our water—whether sparkling or still—having memorized our preference and noting our own mistake. The staff and facility at Casa del Monte near Atyra, outside Asuncion, was exceptional for our needs, and we all relished the distant beauty of this hillside resort.

All in all, the experience reminded me that we have become (by God’s grace) a mature ministry—flexible, able, and faithful, having established rich relationships during nearly a decade of service. Our love for South America and those who serve there continues to multiply. We left that southern continent once again, praising God for the amazing women who walk there, supporting, teaching, and loving not only those they serve but the land to which they have been called. We can never thank God enough for His steadfast love in bringing us to this point and for giving us these remarkable opportunities to stand with Him on the holy ground of His presence.

May the One who is forever faithful bless those we love there and in every place of His dominion. Amen and amen.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Happy Birthday, Princess!


Elizabeth turned four on July 12. That is, four YEARS old. I can hardly believe we have had her for so long; only one short year and she begins school! Can that be? I already grieve the disappearance of that little baby that could laugh out loud with me for five minutes at a time from the age of 6 months—no kidding. I never knew what could be so funny to her; she was the item that kept me laughing. She had/has the most contagious laugh I have ever heard. We were (I was, definitely) silly, maybe because our emotional ages seemed to be perfectly aligned!

My mother died when I was 21. As a young girl, she had told me over and over that she wanted more than to be my mother; she wanted to be my best friend. She didn’t mean that she wanted to act juvenile or that she refused to be a disciplinarian—she was never the former and always the latter. She meant that she wanted to be close; she wanted me to want to spend time with her. She wanted to matter in my life, and she did. I married at age 19 (I can hardly believe it myself by now), and though I dearly loved my husband and believed then and until this day that he was the best choice I ever made, I missed my mom. We had just gotten to know one another again—after the requisite years of tension known as my teens (and even then we never had the kind of volatile relationships some of my friends had with their moms). So, when Mother died only two years after I married, I was devastated; truly I had lost my best friend. One of the things that sustained me through those months was my hope that one day I would have a daughter with whom I might rekindle the deep, emotional fellowship I shared with my mom.

Well, I didn’t have a daughter. God blessed my life with three sons, three marvelously diverse, incredibly handsome young men. I honestly believe that from the moment of their births, I celebrated each of them with as much vigor as any mother could, and I worked hard to build a personal relationship with each one. I tried with a good measure of success to reserve time every week to be alone with each one—until they outgrew the experience…and, of course, they did. When they became men, their dad began receiving more phone calls (as well should be); watching their relationships with him blossom blessed me, too. I could see some of my relationship with my mom in their interaction with him. As a mom, my children have blessed me extraordinarily. They have treated me far better than any daughter ever treated her mom; mothers of sons get the kind of honor every woman craves, and I love every minute of it! But I always wondered what God had in mind when I didn’t have a daughter. Well, I think I have an idea, but this is not the place for that topic.

When our eldest Shane and his beautiful wife Kara announced they were expecting, we all anticipated a boy. Why not? The Alexanders have boys! But God had unfinished business.

Elizabeth Lenna Alexander (My mother’s first name was Lenna) was born July 12, 2005. She has blessed us all with more joy than we could ever anticipate. A friend of mine told me before she was born: “You will be totally unprepared for how totally overwhelmingly wonderful it is to be a grandmother.” She was so right! I have never been the same since.

I now have two granddaughters (delights in every way) and two grandsons (also delightful, these guys bring home such amazing memories). Elizabeth and Eleanor. Peyton and Asa. Thank you, God.









On Sunday, July 12, we worshiped on the ranch—at its highest peek. Some of the time, I held Elizabeth in my lap (when she wasn’t loitering far too near the edge of the cliff). As I held her, my mind retraced some the journey of these past four years:

• Her first birthday party (thrown by Granna): she was two weeks old (isn’t that crazy?)

• Our first “giggle fit,” reading the little book, “Here we go round the mulberry bush,” and all those that followed. –six months

• Listening as she argued with herself about whether she really needed the milk she so badly wanted: “I want miiiiilk…. No, no, I don’t-want miiilk…. “I WANT MIIILK!”

• Hearing her call up from the bottom of the stairs when she thought it was time for me to get out of bed and join her and her Granbarry downstairs—“Gran-aaaahhh!”—18 months


• Her first Easter dress after she could walk…sliding out like a princess to show off for Daddy. 20 months

• Waiting (impatiently) on Peyton, then being totally surprised and infatuated when he arrived!—2 years

• Playing “I ‘py” (I spy) with Granna all the way home from Colorado—three years

• A never-ending cue for laughter and silliness: “Granna, let’s just talk about puppy dogs and kitty cats, okay? –three years

• Loving (and, well hating is far too strong a word) Shiloh, her puppy.—3.5 years

• Loving the repetition: “Granna,” she has often said, “You’re my best friend.”

Happy birthday, Princess! You make my life so rich!