We are lined up on our own 5 yard line. We are both wide receivers and the play calls for us to run the same pattern. A quick slant pattern to the inside for some guaranteed yards. We line up, then I hear the quarterback (God) calling an audible. His plan calls for me to go deep, and for you to continue running the slant pattern. You were on the other side of the field and you didn't hear this audible, and for you, the play remains the same. I don't know how the play will work, we won't get the guaranteed yardage, it is risky. But, he is the play caller. We don't have the playbook, we just do what we are told. If we waver, then the play will fail.
So, the ball gets snapped, I run straight for 5 yards, you go five and cut inside. I should be making a cut also inside but last minute the play was changed and I know that I have to go where the quarterback told me to go. He is expecting me there. There are BIG things at stake for this game. People are at stake.
I keep going straight, past the 10 yard line and you look at me like I am crazy. You think that I am supposed to slant inside and pick up 7 yards.
I keep going, past the 20. You call out at me and tell me that I have the play wrong. I look back at the quarterback and he nods for me to keep going.
I keep going, at the 30 I am still going straight. You are telling me that I am messing it all up, that this play doesn't make sense. The distance is growing and it is not going to work. I look back, make sure to reconnect with the quarterback and he directs me to keep going.
When I get to the fifty, I know that this whole play is not making sense, but I don't have the game plan. The quarterback is the only one with the game plan and he NEVER loses. He will win! The trophy already has his name on it.
I feel a tug on my shirt, you are trying to slow me down now. You are telling me that I am crazy, and that I must have mis-understood the orders that I was given. I look back and He tells me to keep going, deeper into enemy territory.
In the quarterbacks booming voice he tells me to run all the way to the end zone! I think that is crazy! I think that the play can't be made. I have no choice though but to run to the end zone and pray that the 95 yard pass ends well.
You are angry that the plays changed, and that our plans did not coincide in the middle, where there was a guarantee. I am here to remind you that we play for the same team. We want our team to win. We have to listen to the one who calls the shots though if we are going to win. We both must run our plays. You need to run your slant pattern, and I need to run my deep route.
I am still running towards the end zone expecting a hale mary. The quarterback might decide not to throw it to me there, but might be using me as a decoy. Or, he might make an incredible pass to me, showing off His skill. I do know this, he won't Kaepernick it at the very end. He is the Victor. We will celebrate together with Him. We need to keep our focus.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Medical scare
When we moved into our new home we already knew one of the neighbors. She came to our old house to buy some of our furniture that we were selling on craigslist. Her name is Jessica. The encounter of buying our furniture in a sparse house led to a conversation of where we are moving. Which led to a conversation of us moving just 5 doors down from hers. Our kids have been able to go over there and play and vice versa.
Yesterday, we had a little bit of a medical scare. Eyerusalem was out running around the neighborhood. She is allowed to run around the large block by herself and she had already run a couple of laps. Well, due to being dehydrated she started to have a weird feeling in her chest and then she passed out. She fell from a standing position and hit her head on the concrete first. The fire department was called, and she was taken off on a backboard in an ambulance to the ER.
She is doing well. We were at the ER until late and they almost kept her overnight, but decided to make a follow up appointment instead. The diagnosis was that she became dehydrated.
When she fell, she could have been in front of any of the 40 houses on our block, yet by God's grace she was right in front of the one and only neighbor we know. In fact, Jessica was the only witness and saw her running and then saw her pass out. She was the only to stop and help for the first few minutes, calling 911 and sending her kids running to our house to ask for help. After all the commotion we have been able to meet a few more neighbors now but we are grateful that God provided for us in this way.
We do believe that we live in a spiritual world and as we prepare our family to move to Kenya we are in a spiritual battle.
God continues to provide.
Yesterday, we had a little bit of a medical scare. Eyerusalem was out running around the neighborhood. She is allowed to run around the large block by herself and she had already run a couple of laps. Well, due to being dehydrated she started to have a weird feeling in her chest and then she passed out. She fell from a standing position and hit her head on the concrete first. The fire department was called, and she was taken off on a backboard in an ambulance to the ER.
She is doing well. We were at the ER until late and they almost kept her overnight, but decided to make a follow up appointment instead. The diagnosis was that she became dehydrated.
When she fell, she could have been in front of any of the 40 houses on our block, yet by God's grace she was right in front of the one and only neighbor we know. In fact, Jessica was the only witness and saw her running and then saw her pass out. She was the only to stop and help for the first few minutes, calling 911 and sending her kids running to our house to ask for help. After all the commotion we have been able to meet a few more neighbors now but we are grateful that God provided for us in this way.
We do believe that we live in a spiritual world and as we prepare our family to move to Kenya we are in a spiritual battle.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
A different story
Today.
I was supposed to write about how we have found renters.
I was supposed to write about how God worked in amazing ways to lead a family to our house.
I was supposed to write about how we were patient, God was faithful and He provided in amazing ways.
However, this story changed 15 minutes ago. The renters who were SO excited to rent our house and we thought were going to fit SO well, just backed out.
Now, we have a different story.
This is the story of how difficult it is to wait, be patient and trust in God's perfect timing. In the effort to be fully authentic, this is hard. This was VERY hard news to hear. We were so confident in how things had been working out and we could see God's hand in the process.
Almost a full week after showing our house to many potential people, the top two contenders fell through. Hesitantly, we denied the two applicants that we had because we just didn't have any peace about it. We felt like God was telling us to wait and be patient. So, we waited. The whole idea of being a landlord is incredibly stressful for me and not something that I am good at, so I took some time to sit and read God's word. I read through many Psalms and finally ended when I hit the end of Psalm 27:14
And so we waited.
The next day, I get a call from a new family. She had heard about our house from a friend of a friend. A man named Tim, whom we don't know, who had reposted our ad. (Thank you Tim by the way). Then, as she is telling me the story about how she was looking on Craigslist that morning for a rental, ours was the first to pop up. This is where I know that God was working. Our craigslist ad had expired the day before and was over a week old by this point. Our ad should not have even been there any more and if it had it should have been WAY down at the bottom. Yet, it was the first one that popped up. In talking with the family, we could see God working in so many different ways.
However, today we wait some more.
Here is today's story.
God is faithful.
God is still in control.
God is still leading us and He knows what our needs are for us to go to Kenya.
Being patient is hard.
Being patient is stressful.
Being patient is not something that I am good at.
Well, there you go. That is today's different story.
This week I have been meditating on and memorizing Psalm 117.
I was supposed to write about how we have found renters.
I was supposed to write about how God worked in amazing ways to lead a family to our house.
I was supposed to write about how we were patient, God was faithful and He provided in amazing ways.
However, this story changed 15 minutes ago. The renters who were SO excited to rent our house and we thought were going to fit SO well, just backed out.
Now, we have a different story.
This is the story of how difficult it is to wait, be patient and trust in God's perfect timing. In the effort to be fully authentic, this is hard. This was VERY hard news to hear. We were so confident in how things had been working out and we could see God's hand in the process.
Almost a full week after showing our house to many potential people, the top two contenders fell through. Hesitantly, we denied the two applicants that we had because we just didn't have any peace about it. We felt like God was telling us to wait and be patient. So, we waited. The whole idea of being a landlord is incredibly stressful for me and not something that I am good at, so I took some time to sit and read God's word. I read through many Psalms and finally ended when I hit the end of Psalm 27:14
Wait for the Lord;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the Lord.
And so we waited.
The next day, I get a call from a new family. She had heard about our house from a friend of a friend. A man named Tim, whom we don't know, who had reposted our ad. (Thank you Tim by the way). Then, as she is telling me the story about how she was looking on Craigslist that morning for a rental, ours was the first to pop up. This is where I know that God was working. Our craigslist ad had expired the day before and was over a week old by this point. Our ad should not have even been there any more and if it had it should have been WAY down at the bottom. Yet, it was the first one that popped up. In talking with the family, we could see God working in so many different ways.
However, today we wait some more.
Here is today's story.
God is faithful.
God is still in control.
God is still leading us and He knows what our needs are for us to go to Kenya.
Being patient is hard.
Being patient is stressful.
Being patient is not something that I am good at.
Well, there you go. That is today's different story.
This week I have been meditating on and memorizing Psalm 117.
Praise the Lord, all nations!
2 For dgreat is his steadfast love toward us,
and ethe faithfulness of the Lord endures forever.
bPraise the Lord
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Packing and Moving
I can't believe that we are moving out our house tomorrow.
Yesterday, we spent all day separating items in our kitchen and packing them. There is the garage sale pile (which is large), the take to Kenya pile (which is small), and the take to our new house pile (which is smaller than I thought it would be.)
Packing is hard. When we bought our house 5 1/2 years ago, we imagined ourselves growing old in it. We imagined ourselves sitting on nice chairs under the shade of our old willow tree, watching the animals graze, while eating a bounty of fresh fruit from the fruit trees that we have planted. We never thought that in 5 years, we would be selling all of our furniture, most of our kids toys and almost everything in our kitchen, and moving out.
It is hard to part with some of the stuff. We are leaving a "known" and moving into an "unknown." We don't know what it will look like. We aren't quite sure how a family of 8 living in a two bedroom house will be. We have lots of lingering questions. Traveling into an unknown is scary.
However, we aren't traveling into an unknown all alone. We travel with the God who is our Father and loves us and cares for us. He will never leave us and He has great plans for us. So, we are taking a large step. Though scary, we know that this is the way that He is leading us. We have been down a road similar with our adoption 2 years ago and so we can have confidence that God will continue to provide.
As we have been getting rid of our stuff it has brought so much joy as well. With everything that we sell, we feel a little bit more freedom, and are tied down a little less.
I never want to acquire all that we once had again.
We have friends coming over in the morning with their trucks and we as a family are excited about moving. It is a new part of this journey. We are amazed at the blessing that this new house is for us. We can't believe that it is fully furnished. This has allowed us to eliminate so many material items this year, instead of trying to do it next fall when we would rather be hanging out with friends and family before we head to Kenya. We are also going to be MUCH closer to our church, our family, and our friends.
Tomorrow as we load up our few items into the bed of trucks, looking back on a house that we have enjoyed, I am sure that it will be with sadness, but with a joy and excitement of what lays ahead.
(By the way, we are still looking for renters for our house and would love your prayers as we try to find the right renters for our place.)
Here is the picture that we have mailed out as our prayer card/Christmas card. If you are not on our mailing list and would like to be, let us know. We would love to keep you up to date on our journey.
Yesterday, we spent all day separating items in our kitchen and packing them. There is the garage sale pile (which is large), the take to Kenya pile (which is small), and the take to our new house pile (which is smaller than I thought it would be.)
Packing is hard. When we bought our house 5 1/2 years ago, we imagined ourselves growing old in it. We imagined ourselves sitting on nice chairs under the shade of our old willow tree, watching the animals graze, while eating a bounty of fresh fruit from the fruit trees that we have planted. We never thought that in 5 years, we would be selling all of our furniture, most of our kids toys and almost everything in our kitchen, and moving out.
It is hard to part with some of the stuff. We are leaving a "known" and moving into an "unknown." We don't know what it will look like. We aren't quite sure how a family of 8 living in a two bedroom house will be. We have lots of lingering questions. Traveling into an unknown is scary.
However, we aren't traveling into an unknown all alone. We travel with the God who is our Father and loves us and cares for us. He will never leave us and He has great plans for us. So, we are taking a large step. Though scary, we know that this is the way that He is leading us. We have been down a road similar with our adoption 2 years ago and so we can have confidence that God will continue to provide.
As we have been getting rid of our stuff it has brought so much joy as well. With everything that we sell, we feel a little bit more freedom, and are tied down a little less.
I never want to acquire all that we once had again.
We have friends coming over in the morning with their trucks and we as a family are excited about moving. It is a new part of this journey. We are amazed at the blessing that this new house is for us. We can't believe that it is fully furnished. This has allowed us to eliminate so many material items this year, instead of trying to do it next fall when we would rather be hanging out with friends and family before we head to Kenya. We are also going to be MUCH closer to our church, our family, and our friends.
Tomorrow as we load up our few items into the bed of trucks, looking back on a house that we have enjoyed, I am sure that it will be with sadness, but with a joy and excitement of what lays ahead.
(By the way, we are still looking for renters for our house and would love your prayers as we try to find the right renters for our place.)
Here is the picture that we have mailed out as our prayer card/Christmas card. If you are not on our mailing list and would like to be, let us know. We would love to keep you up to date on our journey.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
..Adoption Seasons..
We are moving into a time of year where gloves, coats and beanies are once again brought out and dusted off. The shorts and flip-flops are put away (mostly) and the leaves have mostly fallen to the ground by now. Parts of the US are gearing up for or already has lots of snow. (Not us, but we did get down to 18* yesterday.) Just as the seasons change each year, the seasons of life constantly change.
I had never really thought about it, or really prepared for it, but post-adoption life has its own seasons as well.
And we are entering the dreary days of Winter.
We have had a bright Summer, full of playing, fun in the sun, smelling the roses. The Fall has been a season of change for us. Our lives our changing. We are moving. We are selling most of our stuff. Our lives are hectic and crazy right now. We look forward to the time of the new-ness that Spring brings with flowers blooming, and the once gloomy looking trees starting to bear green sprouts and leaves again.
The Fall season of change starts to bring some ugly days. Those days start to run together more and more until you find yourself hunkering down for the rest of the Winter.
It was two years ago, last week, that we met our kids for the first time. January and February were very stressful for them as well, as they were pulled from their temporary home they had become accustomed to and began to live with us. It was during this time of year that their birth mother had passed away. It was during this time of year that there is so much hurt and past history. The hurt is still there, lingering, waiting for triggers, like a landline hidden in the dirt. Sometimes, you don't know what you did to trigger it, but it is too late at that point. The explosion has already started.
Sadly, we are starting to find more of the triggers. We are once again starting to see the pain that is hidden underneath their beautiful smiles that are all other people see.
I am sure that the stress of moving and the fear of the unknown is a big part of this, but we are approaching certain dates that bring up an unconscious, underlying fear and sadness.
So for now, we are going to hunker down, and prepare for the darkness of the Winter that lays ahead. Even in the gloominess of the Winter, God is revealing His glory in numerous ways. He has been providing for us in amazing ways. May He continue to shine light into our house and reveal himself.
Thank you for your prayers.
I had never really thought about it, or really prepared for it, but post-adoption life has its own seasons as well.
And we are entering the dreary days of Winter.
The Fall season of change starts to bring some ugly days. Those days start to run together more and more until you find yourself hunkering down for the rest of the Winter.
It was two years ago, last week, that we met our kids for the first time. January and February were very stressful for them as well, as they were pulled from their temporary home they had become accustomed to and began to live with us. It was during this time of year that their birth mother had passed away. It was during this time of year that there is so much hurt and past history. The hurt is still there, lingering, waiting for triggers, like a landline hidden in the dirt. Sometimes, you don't know what you did to trigger it, but it is too late at that point. The explosion has already started.
Sadly, we are starting to find more of the triggers. We are once again starting to see the pain that is hidden underneath their beautiful smiles that are all other people see.
I am sure that the stress of moving and the fear of the unknown is a big part of this, but we are approaching certain dates that bring up an unconscious, underlying fear and sadness.
So for now, we are going to hunker down, and prepare for the darkness of the Winter that lays ahead. Even in the gloominess of the Winter, God is revealing His glory in numerous ways. He has been providing for us in amazing ways. May He continue to shine light into our house and reveal himself.
Thank you for your prayers.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Simplicity
There is something about simplifying your life that is so wonderful.
It sets you free.
Free to have more time in your schedule. Free to have a house that is so cluttered. Free to not have so many material items. Free to be released from the consumerism and materialism that holds so many of us captive.
We have been striving to live more simply, eat more simply, and overall be more simple over the last few years. I feel that over the years we have grown to live more simply pretty well. But you know what? It is stink-in hard!
Though we have been good about not adding material possessions, we are now trying to tackle the possessions that we have had and this is where it starts to get difficult. We are selling off almost all of our furniture on craigslist right now. We are going through closets, drawers, sheds, garages, etc and getting rid of almost everything. It is so liberating, yet sometimes it is so hart to part with some things. Now, I am talking about stupid stuff. Like, I can't get rid of my snowboard. I love that snowboard, I have many fond memories on it and I love snowboarding. Yet, I have not ridden it in over three years and it is not likely that I am going to get away by myself sometime this winter, so that Heather can stay home with all six kids while I go spend $100 on a lift ticket. It is just not going to happen, and I am okay with that. But, I just can't sell the snowboard for $20 to someone at a garage sale, because I might use it again (in 5 years). By the way, I have two.
Somethings are just hard to part with.
Overall, our kids have been awesome at this, but just like any kids they don't quite understand why they can't take their bikes and dresser to Kenya. This is especially hard for our newer kids as they grew up holding tight to the few things that they could own. Growing up, they just didn't throw things away. So, it is a difficult task to send them into their room, with a garbage bag and a box for things to keep, with the task of emptying out their dresser. After hours of work, the box is inevitably not big enough and the garbage bag is left practically empty.
Material things are just so hard to part with. This is why Jesus told the rich young man (who had followed all the other laws) that if he wanted to enter the kingdom of heaven he would need to go and sell his possessions and give them to the poor, then follow Jesus. (Matthew 19) The problem was not that this man had many material possessions it was that many material possessions had this young man. We live in a material world (thanks Madonna) and our material possessions control so many of us. It was easy for us to tell Jesus, yes, we are willing to sell our possessions and move to Kenya. However, the actual activity of doing it far exceeds the difficulty of merely stating it.
Yesterday we got rid of one of our sets of bunk-beds. Yes, if you are keeping track this means that we now have 4 kids sleeping on the floor or on camping mats for the next few weeks. (There are two that are still lucky as we have to keep their bed for a while). It is so cool to see how God has been working and how He has been orchestrating things in our lives as we work through this simplifying process.
Through craigslist, we sold our bunk-bed. The family came over to buy it right after we got home from church. In my attempt to explain the messiness of the bedroom that the bed was in (like, sorry, this is the room of our teen and pre-teen) I told him that we just barely got home from church and didn't have time to take the bed apart. Thus started the conversation of church, where we go, where they go, why we are moving, where we are moving, what we are doing, why we are doing what we are doing, etc. By the time, I had helped him to his truck with our bed the conversation ended with, how can we support you? Really God? You even use craigslist to put people in our path?
And, as they drove away, I stood amazed at my God. The God who is God over the entire universe, and yet cares so deeply about a materialistic man like me that he continues to provide over and above what I can even fathom.
It sets you free.
Free to have more time in your schedule. Free to have a house that is so cluttered. Free to not have so many material items. Free to be released from the consumerism and materialism that holds so many of us captive.
We have been striving to live more simply, eat more simply, and overall be more simple over the last few years. I feel that over the years we have grown to live more simply pretty well. But you know what? It is stink-in hard!
Though we have been good about not adding material possessions, we are now trying to tackle the possessions that we have had and this is where it starts to get difficult. We are selling off almost all of our furniture on craigslist right now. We are going through closets, drawers, sheds, garages, etc and getting rid of almost everything. It is so liberating, yet sometimes it is so hart to part with some things. Now, I am talking about stupid stuff. Like, I can't get rid of my snowboard. I love that snowboard, I have many fond memories on it and I love snowboarding. Yet, I have not ridden it in over three years and it is not likely that I am going to get away by myself sometime this winter, so that Heather can stay home with all six kids while I go spend $100 on a lift ticket. It is just not going to happen, and I am okay with that. But, I just can't sell the snowboard for $20 to someone at a garage sale, because I might use it again (in 5 years). By the way, I have two.
Somethings are just hard to part with.
Overall, our kids have been awesome at this, but just like any kids they don't quite understand why they can't take their bikes and dresser to Kenya. This is especially hard for our newer kids as they grew up holding tight to the few things that they could own. Growing up, they just didn't throw things away. So, it is a difficult task to send them into their room, with a garbage bag and a box for things to keep, with the task of emptying out their dresser. After hours of work, the box is inevitably not big enough and the garbage bag is left practically empty.
Material things are just so hard to part with. This is why Jesus told the rich young man (who had followed all the other laws) that if he wanted to enter the kingdom of heaven he would need to go and sell his possessions and give them to the poor, then follow Jesus. (Matthew 19) The problem was not that this man had many material possessions it was that many material possessions had this young man. We live in a material world (thanks Madonna) and our material possessions control so many of us. It was easy for us to tell Jesus, yes, we are willing to sell our possessions and move to Kenya. However, the actual activity of doing it far exceeds the difficulty of merely stating it.
Yesterday we got rid of one of our sets of bunk-beds. Yes, if you are keeping track this means that we now have 4 kids sleeping on the floor or on camping mats for the next few weeks. (There are two that are still lucky as we have to keep their bed for a while). It is so cool to see how God has been working and how He has been orchestrating things in our lives as we work through this simplifying process.
Through craigslist, we sold our bunk-bed. The family came over to buy it right after we got home from church. In my attempt to explain the messiness of the bedroom that the bed was in (like, sorry, this is the room of our teen and pre-teen) I told him that we just barely got home from church and didn't have time to take the bed apart. Thus started the conversation of church, where we go, where they go, why we are moving, where we are moving, what we are doing, why we are doing what we are doing, etc. By the time, I had helped him to his truck with our bed the conversation ended with, how can we support you? Really God? You even use craigslist to put people in our path?
And, as they drove away, I stood amazed at my God. The God who is God over the entire universe, and yet cares so deeply about a materialistic man like me that he continues to provide over and above what I can even fathom.
Friday, November 8, 2013
...Gospel Patrons...
It was a blind email.
A. Shot. In. The. Dark.
Yet, there was a strong belief that things would work out. We just knew that God had great plans and that He would continue to provide. So, we sent the email.
Here is a brief synopsis of it. "Hello, you don't know us, but we have heard about you. We also heard that you have a house that you rent to missionaries for free or real cheap. So... we are confirmed with Africa Inland Mission and we are trying to head out to Kenya in just over a year. Is it possible for us to stay at your place in 2014?"
Well, like I said, it was a blind shot in the dark. But, we figured that if we can find something cheaper than we can rent our house then we would have a much better chance at paying off our housing debt on our line of credit before we leave. This is something that we have to pay off, and we are working diligently to do so. I am working as much overtime as possible, and Heather is working hard on her Homemade goodies to sell. We also are selling off as much furniture and items in our house that we possibly can right now.
A week after we emailed, we got our answer.
"Yes, we would love to host you in our house. The trust that the house is in doesn't allow any rent to be paid and it is available from January - August of next year."
With a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes I called Heather over to read the email (she was baking). I can't believe this! I can't believe how God is providing! We are just awestruck at how God has put these Gospel Patrons (check out my friends book and link) in our lives with the ability to host us, allowing us live rent free, in Willow Glen, way closer to church and our family than we are right now.
We are AMAZED!
It turns out that the owner actually came to our house a year and a half ago for Easter with my Mom's cousin. It is crazy how small the world is and how connected we are with people.
Please pray with us that God will provide the right renters to rent out our house starting Feb 1st.
Also, we have a TON to do!!! We are moving out of our house and into a fully furnished place in San Jose on the first of the year. This leaves less than 2 months for us to sell off almost everything in our house, and pack up and move our family of 8.
God continues to confirm and provide for us as we step out in faith.
A. Shot. In. The. Dark.
Yet, there was a strong belief that things would work out. We just knew that God had great plans and that He would continue to provide. So, we sent the email.
Here is a brief synopsis of it. "Hello, you don't know us, but we have heard about you. We also heard that you have a house that you rent to missionaries for free or real cheap. So... we are confirmed with Africa Inland Mission and we are trying to head out to Kenya in just over a year. Is it possible for us to stay at your place in 2014?"
Well, like I said, it was a blind shot in the dark. But, we figured that if we can find something cheaper than we can rent our house then we would have a much better chance at paying off our housing debt on our line of credit before we leave. This is something that we have to pay off, and we are working diligently to do so. I am working as much overtime as possible, and Heather is working hard on her Homemade goodies to sell. We also are selling off as much furniture and items in our house that we possibly can right now.
A week after we emailed, we got our answer.
"Yes, we would love to host you in our house. The trust that the house is in doesn't allow any rent to be paid and it is available from January - August of next year."
With a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes I called Heather over to read the email (she was baking). I can't believe this! I can't believe how God is providing! We are just awestruck at how God has put these Gospel Patrons (check out my friends book and link) in our lives with the ability to host us, allowing us live rent free, in Willow Glen, way closer to church and our family than we are right now.
We are AMAZED!
It turns out that the owner actually came to our house a year and a half ago for Easter with my Mom's cousin. It is crazy how small the world is and how connected we are with people.
Please pray with us that God will provide the right renters to rent out our house starting Feb 1st.
Also, we have a TON to do!!! We are moving out of our house and into a fully furnished place in San Jose on the first of the year. This leaves less than 2 months for us to sell off almost everything in our house, and pack up and move our family of 8.
God continues to confirm and provide for us as we step out in faith.
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