<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331</id><updated>2011-11-13T20:47:04.740-08:00</updated><category term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>Global Cafe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-7590378441536026249</id><published>2011-04-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T05:44:51.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Reflections #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We’ve had a few updates on Mission Navajo 2011 from some of the ladies in the group; now it’s time for one of the guys to chime in with his thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thought which struck me, as we worked at the Hilltop Christian school mobile home cleanout project, is that we have it so good; we don’t even know how good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What we would consider intolerable or unlivable conditions, some of those we served on Mission Navajo would probably consider pretty good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When cleaning out the trailer for a new teacher to move in, I got to see some of the junk hauled out of there firsthand, as I was the designated junk hauler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took two pickup loads containing all manner of junk to the landfill.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The old beater was quite the rust bucket:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;barely roadworthy, big chunk of seat missing, no gear shift knob, no rear view mirror, no window cranks, to name a few.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus a persnickety battery:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if it won’t start, you just have to twist the battery cable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This kind of speaks to the shoestring budget that the school operates on – this battery pulled “double duty” with the other vehicle (heavy machinery) at the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gained a lot of respect for Eric, the maintenance guy at Hilltop:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he has a tough job and not a lot of resources to do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In spite of this, he cheerfully worked alongside us when he could, and was always supportive, even when he had a couple of self-proclaimed “desk jockeys” (i.e., not quite accomplished handymen!), like me and Kevin, to work with - a true gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a great week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn’t call it exactly relaxing. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But that’s not what my daughter Ella and I signed up for.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was to work hard and make a difference.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought we did so, in two primary ways:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1) To serve the Navajo Nation; and 2) To foster closer relationships among our team members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How was God moving among us during the week?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here were a few examples I saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perfect weather throughout the week; sunny and mid-60’s generally.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No harsh elements to contend with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brief interactions with the garbage &amp;amp; landfill guys:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;they really work hard, and made me reflect how our work is an expression of God and prayer, whether as garbage men or scientists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The privilege of playing guitar during the 3-song Navajo hymn set during Sunday service at Window Rock Reformed Church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were about 10 people singing in Navajo, along with piano and guitar accompaniment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our team time during morning during morning devotionals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a great way to center ourselves and prepare for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was especially proud of Ella’s devotional and how she totally took the lead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked her a couple of times if she wanted my help, and each time it was “No, dad, got it handled”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We spent her devotional time on the subject of “God’s creation” outdoors, which was perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Visiting with couple of our visitors, Melvin and Elsie, and some impromptu praise and worship songs; trading English versions with Navajo hymns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The smiles on Miles and Javen’s faces as they were super excited to get their very own bunk beds, &lt;u&gt;including&lt;/u&gt; new linens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And a tip of the hat also to Chuck Wiemann for the bed materials, hardware and plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought it was cool that on a number of small occasions for whatever job we happened to be doing, that one person would have the tool or supply that we needed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We always seemed to have it covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me personally, I feel God’s presence in nature.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The New Mexico and Arizona sandstone and canyon country is His beautiful handiwork.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Bible says in Psalm 19:1-2:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His hands were at work on Mission Navajo 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Broadbooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-7590378441536026249?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7590378441536026249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=7590378441536026249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7590378441536026249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7590378441536026249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/mission-navajo-reflections-3.html' title='Mission Navajo Reflections #3'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4682823428969963311</id><published>2011-03-28T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:15:15.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Reflections 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mission Navajo 2011 was another success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gave their time, talents, and efforts to those in need.  I witnessed a team that was so unselfish and giving, that you could not help but know that Jesus was working in each and everyone of them.  Many did not see the fruits of their labors immediately, but they continued to work hard and give no matter the task. Others were blessed to immediately see the instant joy and thanks of those we came to serve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 15:7-8 states that if there is a poor man among your brothers in any of the towns of the land that the Lord your God is giving you, do not be hard-hearted or tightfisted toward your poor brother.  Rather be openhanded and freely lend him whatever he needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the team that went to serve those in the Navajo reservation, and am forever grateful for the experience I was able to be a part of again this year.  Each and every one of you was truly a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4682823428969963311?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4682823428969963311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4682823428969963311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4682823428969963311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4682823428969963311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/mission-navajo-reflections-2.html' title='Mission Navajo Reflections 2'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-221137072804153305</id><published>2011-03-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:25:06.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Mission Navajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thoughts on Mission Navajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Greetings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our team has been home for a few days and I would like to share a little of my journey with you. I am going to focus on Wednesday and Thursday of our trip.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.  I John 4:7-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wednesday our group split into four groups.  I stayed backed along with two others and we worked on a bunk bed assembly project and other odd jobs in Tohlakai, N.M., at the Free Trinity Mission site. After lunch, a car drove up and it was a few people who had been looking for us all week.  They came to help!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I handed them each a paint brush, and we made serious headway on painting the bed. It was a delight to learn about each of them and their families. As the painting came to an end, I was able to use my gift of hospitality, and we sat down and enjoyed a glass of Gatorade and a snack.  During our conversation, I had realized that this woman had been through some really tough times in her life.  I finally asked her how she was able to move forward and show the love of Jesus. She said, Debbie…my family prayed over me many times, and one day I woke up and decided this was the day to turn it all around.  That was 13 years ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The other lesson she learned was one day she was with Mother Gardner (you heard about Mother Gardner in Helene’s first Mission Navajo post) and after she hung up the phone with her husband, Mother Gardner said…instead of saying good-bye at the end of your conversation you should always end with, ‘I LOVE YOU!’  You never know what can happen, and instead of wishing you would have said something different, always end with, ‘I love you.’  As I sat there and listened I decided this is a very good lesson that we should all put into practice.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The message of LOVE has been a huge part of my spiritual walk the last year and a half. While we throw the word LOVE around a lot and use it very loosely a good chunk of the time, what does it really mean to have unconditional love to all people? Jesus walked with many different types of people and he loved ALL of them. He listened, healed, prayed and loved on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That evening this family joined us as we shared a meal together. Later on, we were all sitting around and we taught them a few new songs.  Then they pulled out a songbook, and taught us some songs in Navajo! What a joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thursday we had the opportunity to deliver the bunk bed, mattress and blankets to a family in need.  Many thanks to those of you who helped make this dream a reality to a child who just wanted a bed to sleep in.  As the bed was being assembled you could just see the gleam in his eyes, and the smile that covered his face.  He said to me…I get to sleep in a bed!  As I was finishing putting on the comforter he said to me, “Is this my very own blanket?”  I replied, “Yes, honey, this is your very own blanket. Plus we left you some additional blankets as well.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He then climbed up to the top bunk and just lay down for a few minutes.  It was a precious moment!  As we began to leave, I gave him a big hug and said, “My prayer for you is that you have many nights of good rest.”  He said, “I will and thank you very much.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As I stood in awe of what had just happened, I realized that we may never know the impact we may leave with people.  Jesus we give it all to you for calling us to go and serve people who are in need. It is my hope and prayer that we touched the lives of a few people on our journey.  I know my life will never be the same after this experience.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Debbie Longseth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-221137072804153305?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/221137072804153305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=221137072804153305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/221137072804153305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/221137072804153305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/reflections-on-mission-navajo.html' title='Reflections on Mission Navajo'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4927527326118463578</id><published>2011-03-15T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:47:55.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After two long days in 15-passenger vans dubbed Silver Lightnin’ and the Blue Bullet, the high desert cliffs and buttes of Navajoland ushered the Prairie Ridge Church Mission Navajo team into the homeland of leader Janelle Allen late Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Dine` friends welcomed us in with a meal, freshly cleaned accommodations and warm greetings. Dine` is the proper term for people from the Navajo Nation. We are staying at Tohlakai, N.M., at Free Trinity Mission, which is directed by Rev. Gardner, and his sweet wife, who we call Mother Gardner. Return Mission Navajo trippers from last year, are happy and relieved to see Mother Gardner is looking much healthier this year, as she had experienced a stroke a few months before our arrival last year.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel great gratitude for many blessings, strength God is giving all of us to accomplish our tasks, and love we are enjoying sharing. Sunday involved serving at Window Rock Christian Reformed Church, leading adult worship and Sunday School, and seeing people we’ve connected with in the past. A Navajo Taco lunch launched us into the culinary delights we will experience all week.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, we rode horses in the Tohlakai canyon courtesy of Janelle’s family,hiked over cliffs and rock piles that speak of an entirely different sort of beauty God created. I was blessed to enjoy a horseback ride in the canyon led by a cousin of Janelle’s, and my children, Jessica, Daphne and David all got the chance to ride as well. It was a great introduction to one aspect of this culture – horses and rodeo competition. Supper around the campfire and devotions topped off the night.&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday took one team to build two wheelchair ramps and small decks on homes for two elderly women here on the Reservation. This team also helped a group erect a basketball hoop who were in a pinch for tools. Flexibility in to-do lists and time schedules is critical for us here as we reach out in the Name of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Hilltop Christian School in Tse Bonito, N.M., hosted a team Monday and Tuesday, as well. Teams there built a staircase outside on the multi-building campus. The teachers and staff work hard at the school, with facilities and teacher housing consisting largely of trailers. We also cleaned up the outside premises, being here at spring cleanup time, and performed deep cleaning on a trailer that had been vacant for a time. Plus, we made kiddo friends who joined us for supper and playtime Monday evening. The kids on the team are all pitching in, and seemed especially to enjoy making food bags to distribute where they are needed. Each bag includes a scripture, a Ridge business card, and the location of mission partners here.&lt;br /&gt;The team enjoyed a spicy supper Tuesday, Tamales, rice, beans, chips and salsa, made for us by a man who lives near Tohlakai. One focus of the team this year is to provide employment for people, so we are hiring people to make us breakfasts and suppers. Unemployment on the reservation is at 70 percent. This food provision strategy is proving to be a two-way blessing, as any foodie can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Prairie Ridge family and friends, for supporting the work here. Please continue to lift us up in prayers this week, as we hope to provide the hope of Christ and good examples, and build friendships and partnerships for this mission for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4927527326118463578?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4927527326118463578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4927527326118463578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4927527326118463578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4927527326118463578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/mission-navajo-update.html' title='Mission Navajo Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5172323553685193628</id><published>2011-02-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:16:57.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you're having fun</title><content type='html'>After devotional this morning, we were discussing the length of this trip. Because of our more extended stay compared to past visits, when all is said and done we will have had six work days, two fun days, our Sabbaths, plus travel days on the ends that are not rushed. We arrived in Honduras with a half day to rest before starting work and on Monday we will be able to enjoy one last breakfast here at the Children's home before heading to the airport in San Pedro Sula. Not too long, not too short... just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we handed out the food to the kids that utilize the feeding program. When all was said and done,we ended up with 43 bundles of food for the kids and our friend in the wheelchair. Seeing the faces of the kids light up with delight at the gifts they were being given is something I cannot put into words. We got many smiles and hugs, and riding the bus home with kids after was one of the most fun experiences I have had on any trip here. The kids were proud to be able to say "Thank you" in English, so much so that many made a point to thank each of us individually, sometimes multiple times. I can only imagine the thoughts going through their minds and I am sure there is a certain level of pride that goes into bringing home provisions to their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, we took several of our Honduran friends, including Alex, Marianna, Manuel, and Elsa, out for dinner. Dago and Dilia stayed at home with the kids and the rest of us enjoyed some local Honduran fare in a nearby town. The food was good, but not as great as what the ladies make back at the Children's home. Still, it was nice to be able to treat them to some time away from work and the responsibilities that go with it. We joked that it was their Valentine's Day date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a day of rest and we traveled to Tela to visit the beach. Alex and Marianna joined us, plus the kids who are not yet in school. The drive to the coast was rainy but the beach was picturesque and we had a fantastic time playing with the kids. While here, we have looked for items for our house bound friend. Last night in San Pedro Sula,we discovered that a radio here would be much more expensive than in the US, so the plan now is to deliver more provisions to him and his family this afternoon, then send a radio with a later trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our last work day and concrete work continues in order to make as much progress on the foundation of the school building as possible. Phil finished the plumbing portion for the bathrooms earlier in the week and hopefully the base of each classroom will be complete before we end today. Tomorrow will be a trip to Copan with Elsa and Manuel, plus the remaining kids who were not able to go to the beach. The work we have been doing and the relationships we have here are a blessing and I am grateful to have been given such a gift. Until you experience it yourself, it is easy to think that we are the ones gifting those we encounter. But in reality, it is a two way street and we are equally blessed, if not more so, to know these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5172323553685193628?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5172323553685193628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5172323553685193628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5172323553685193628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5172323553685193628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time flies when you&apos;re having fun'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4053659575863081426</id><published>2011-02-09T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:35:18.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in paradise</title><content type='html'>The subject of this post is the first thing I heard from one of my teammates this morning. It is true, this place is like paradise in many ways. The weather and scenery are beautiful and it is easy to marvel at God's creation in a place like this. It also makes the contradiction between the beauty and the poverty that much more apparent. But He is healing this place a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we had a fun night with the kids. It was full of laughs, soccer, dancing, and games. It always amazes me how much love and laughter can go on despite the language barrier. But that being said, the kids are also improving in their English compared to the summer visit and communication is better every day. Lisbeth and Carlos are especially good, to the point that Lisbeth was quizzing some of us on our Spanish. The older kids will not start school until next week, so we have been using the extra time with them to help them work on their English. I can only imagine how good they will be next time we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the midpoint of our full week here and it is going by quickly. I remember last time we came, this was our last work day and then we began our trek home on Thursday. This time, the extended stay is nice because we still have several projects we are working on and because of the hard work being put in after lunch, we will be able to have two 'vacation' days while we are here. The plan is for Copan on Friday and the beach on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil and Dago will be traveling to the store to purchase plumbing supplies today while the rest of the team works here to finish framing the base of the third classroom. I will be working with Dilia today to purchase food items for the families that utilize the feeding program. There are around 25 families (50-60 kids) and we will be making up a bundle of items for each of them. We plan to include food items as well as soap, pictures from my fifth grade Ridge Kids, and candies and toys for the kids brought by the team. We will be putting all this together this afternoon, then Dilia and I will ride the bus home with the kids tomorrow to deliver these items to the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another individual we plan to help is the man we met this summer. He was paralyzed from a fall and is bed ridden. We plan to make him a care package as well, plus try to find him some kind of entertainment like a radio. When planning this trip, we wanted to built him a ramp of some kind but the location of his hut makes it so this is not possible. If we can't bring him out into the world, perhaps we can bring a little of the world into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4053659575863081426?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4053659575863081426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4053659575863081426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4053659575863081426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4053659575863081426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another day in paradise'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1502357438058543432</id><published>2011-02-08T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T07:02:55.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I heard through Facebook and the weather reports that it is cold in Iowa.... like below zero cold. I would be lying if I said I missed that, but I do hope that this blog can warm you up a little if even for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday consisted of more construction and a visit from our friends in the feeding program. Our friends were very excited to see us and we have plans to buy food for each family that utilizes the program. Dilia and I will shop later this week, put together bundles of food plus some other items brought by the team, and then we will ride the bus home with the kids on Friday to help the kids get the items home safely. We thought Friday would be best for a number of reasons, including the fact that the kids do not come on the weekend and this would ensure they had food.... at least this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building is coming along well and Dago is impressed by our progress. There has been a lot of concrete work so far and Phil will be directing the installation of the plumbing later this week. Not bad considering when we got here is was a leveled out plot of land with only trenches dug where the walls were to be. The initial supports for the walls are going up and the next group will pick up wherever we leave off with that part of the construction. Even with a smaller team, we have been able to get a lot of work done and this week looks to be very successful. No siestas for this team, it's back to work after lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in town on Monday afternoon, I saw our 83 year old friend from the day before and he came up to Dilia, so happy to tell her about how he had received Jesus the day before. It reminded me that as long as we are here on this Earth, it is never too late to find Him, serve Him, honor Him, get right with Him, grow closer to Him, or whatever our situation may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening, Dago took the team into town to get ice cream. While there, we were able to get to know some locals and there were many laughs... and a little hokey pokey which brought even more laughs. Earlier this week, the team was discussing the differences we notice from one trip to the next. Each time we visit, it gets a little bit nicer here. A little cleaner, a little less poverty (relatively speaking), a little more growth... a little more hope. It is obvious that things are improving here, slowly but surely. We just have to remember not to measure things by our own standards but by His and to know that He is working here at His own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1502357438058543432?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1502357438058543432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1502357438058543432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1502357438058543432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1502357438058543432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-heard-through-facebook-and-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-933653972622146050</id><published>2011-02-07T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:27:02.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Honduras - Feb 2011 Edition</title><content type='html'>Here we are again at the Children's Home. We were provided for with perfect travel, even after Snowmageddon, and our arrival on Friday went through without a hitch. Front of the line for customs, all the luggage made it, and they expanded the food court at the airport in San Pedro Sula so now Jeremy doesn't have to travel to the gas station for his baleadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being up all night on Thursday, we rested on Friday afternoon and it was an early bed time after a delicious dinner. For those of you who haven't made the trip, it is worth it just for the food. Saturday was a work day and the team began work on the foundation of the new building that will house the bilingual school. The building consists of six rooms plus a bathroom. On Sunday mornings, the building will used for Sunday School classes as well. Because we are a smaller group, Dago has hired several men from town to assist us this week. We are all eager to do as much as possible while here, so the team went back to work after lunch on Saturday and was able to complete preliminary concrete work for half the rooms. The kids at the Children's home begin school this week and their Saturday was spent preparing uniforms and gathering supplies, as well as practicing for Sunday worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was more eventful for the group. We rode the bus with Pastor Alex into town to pick up the kids for Sunday School. We saw many familiar faces and there were lots of hugs from the village children. While the kids were at Sunday School, we Skyped into PRC and some of you may have seen us before each service. We were able to watch GodWatch in real time which was especially important for Mike as his wife was speaking. It was great to see everyone and enjoy worship, even from this distance. After lunch, we rode up into the mountains with Dago and Dilia. The views were amazing and we were able to stop and meet one of Dago's friends who grows coffee on the mountain. He took us through the entire process from start to finish and we were able to try coffee cherries prior to harvest and processing. The same family also grew chiles and the biggest lemons we had ever seen (bigger then grapefruits) which made the most delicious lemonade EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the children's home, we stopped in Azacualpa for water, last minute school supplies, and ice cream. For those of you who know Dago, you know that he is a man who loves to discuss our Father. He will talk to all he meets about Him and is not afraid to discuss with individuals their salvation. Dago's manner is not pushy but rather compassionate and laced with a matter of fact quality. There was a man in town and Dago said he has talked to this man many times about Father. Today, he again talked with the man, who is 83 years young, and today the man decided to accept Christ. We prayed with the man in the ice cream shop and look forward to seeing him at church in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night is church here at the Children's home and again Pastor Alex takes the bus into town, this time to pick up not only children but also their families for church service. As is customary, Dago introduced each of us to the group and his message was on John 3:15-20. Even though we couldn't understand much of the message, his passion and enthusiasm was evident and it was enjoyable to watch him speak to his congregation. At the end, we were able to take communion with the church and again, there were many hugs from the village kids. After church, the guys hurried to try and catch some of the Super Bowl. The cable here was not working but they were able to stream it online and watched the second half. Many of the kids from the home watched some American football before bed, and the rest of us including Dago and Dilia watched the rest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday brings the work week and beautiful weather. With the exception of a little rain on Saturday morning, the weather has been outstanding and we look forward to a comfortable week in that regard. The only area we struggle in, other than hard work, is wanting to do so much in such a short time. There is such need here and this touches all of us deeply. But we also know that He will provide for us paths that will lead us where he wants us to go, in order to accomplish His will. If we trust Him to lead us, we will accomplish more than we had imagined on our own. This is the truth we each take heart in and that will lead us through another blessed week here in Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that is might be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God" ~John 3:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-933653972622146050?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/933653972622146050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=933653972622146050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/933653972622146050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/933653972622146050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/welcome-to-honduras-feb-2011-edition.html' title='Welcome to Honduras - Feb 2011 Edition'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8671926923234298875</id><published>2010-07-31T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:49:11.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Honduras</title><content type='html'>A leisurely day on Thursday and 20 hours of travel on Friday have given me a lot of time to reflect on this experience as a whole and I know different team members have different thoughts on the trip. Many of us were most impacted by the perceived plight of those in poverty. Given our preconceived ideas about what is needed to live a 'normal' life, we were constantly educated by Him on our own blessings in America, as well as the many blessings these people actually have compared to us. We saw and heard many heartbreaking things and it is easy to react initially with compassion and pity. But ultimately we were blessed to know these people and experience the strength of their faith in our Lord. A verse that resonated with me throughout this experience was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him? James 2:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor know both the importance of dependence on Him, as well as interdependence on each other. Take for example the woman who stopped us and asked us to come pray for her bed-ridden friend. This man is almost entirely dependent on others, yet is also rich in faith and has been rewarded for it. The poor also don't have preconceived notions about their own importance, nor do they feel entitled to luxuries. These people can focus on the Gospel with totality because they have nothing to lose and everything to gain. To them, the Gospel really is 'good news'. We can learn a lot from this view of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also blessed with the many new relationships we formed - both with each other and with the people in Honduras. The people at the children's home and all of my new friends in the feeding program will forever be in my heart. In addition, I am excited to continue developing my new friendships with my fellow team members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, this trip was also a powerful reminder of God's ultimate plan and my small role in His bigger picture. My gifts are not in construction, but I am not afraid of hard work so coming on this trip was not intimidating for me. I trusted the calling I felt to go with my husband and serve Him in this capacity even if I wasn't exactly sure how I would be used. After arriving, God gave me &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; opportunities to utilize my gifts and experience in ways I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; would have imagined. These connections will continue long after this trip and I am humbled that He has given me so many opportunities to serve Him. Just goes to show that He knows what is best and that He will put me where I am needed if I put my trust in Him and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8671926923234298875?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8671926923234298875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8671926923234298875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8671926923234298875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8671926923234298875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/reflections-on-honduras.html' title='Reflections on Honduras'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2409665342132324637</id><published>2010-07-28T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:11:46.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at the Children's Home</title><content type='html'>Wow, where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an emotional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. I can think of no other way to describe it. I will do my best, but I know that words cannot do justice for some of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a lot of hard work by our Ridge team and I can report that the fence is done. Well, at least as done as it can be. We finished cementing the remaining posts and helped put up the chain link to connect it. We had some mechanical difficulties and unfortunately there was a large tree that was growing straight across the line of the fence. It took longer to cut down than we anticipated which cut our progress a little short. But after many, many shifts with an axe our team was finally successful. The guys here will finish up the last little bit and the fence will be a huge improvement for the property. Everyone was excited to be done with work and pleased with our accomplishments this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working, we had siesta and some of us spent this time with the kids from the feeding program. There is a group that visits the home twice a month and they led the kids in an activity. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dilia&lt;/span&gt; told me that this group provides produce for the feeding program and sometimes brings the kids things like toothbrushes and other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the children left, we piled into the smaller bus with our food that we purchased on Monday to deliver six packages to local families. Our packages contained dry goods, a whole chicken, a watermelon, and an assortment of toiletries. We drove into one of the poorest areas where the roads are narrow, with deep ruts, and many could not be navigated by the bus. A stream of water runs alongside in what we would consider a gutter in America. Here in Honduras, this 'gutter' was a two foot wide trench with a putrid stream of water constantly running through it. It contained trash and other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unpleasantness&lt;/span&gt;. To cross this into their homes, families have a board to walk across if they are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was to a family that recently lost their home due to rain. It was an old mud hut and the roof collapsed, leaving the family with a small piece of land and little else. When we arrived the construction of a new hut was underway but it is obvious that this will take time. After praying with this elderly man, who was our friend Alex's grandfather, we then continued onto an area where most of our feeding program kids live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories of the families connected to the feeding program were tragic and this is where the blog cannot express the emotions felt by our team. One woman recently lost her husband when a group of masked men raided their home, taking him away and murdering him, leaving her alone to care and provide for many small children. Another woman recently lost her son in a tragic accident. He was part of the feeding program which hits especially close to home for us. Some of the other families have a home of some kind, but no belongings inside - not even a bed to sleep in. None of the homes we stepped foot in were larger than a single car garage and most were constructed from mud and sticks. To reach them, we had to navigate up steep alleys that were even rockier and more rutted than the streets. One home we visited belonged to a woman who only had one leg. She lived in the highest and most isolated hut along her alley and I am amazed at the spirit this woman must have to live this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encounter that was probably the most powerful for the team was also the one that was not planned by us. But God always has a plan and knew what we needed to see - leading us where He intended. One of the women we had delivered a package to came and found us farther along in our journey. She asked if we would come and pray for a man she knew who was ill. We had no idea what to expect but gladly agreed. Upon arrival at the hut, we found a bed ridden man who was paralyzed from the waist down. He had fallen from a tree three years before and now had two children who helped care for him. We prayed over him and took a collection of money among the group to help provide for him. We were told that he had accepted Jesus and the people of his church come to get him every Sunday and take him to service. The path to his door is steep and rutted just like everything in this area and I cannot imagine the amount of work required to get the man in and out. But I praise Him for providing this man the opportunity to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we helped the kids with their Bible tabs and took &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; photos. We are leaving the children's home in the morning for a day of rest and unfortunately we cannot take the kids with us. This meant we had to say good bye which was hard for everyone. Tomorrow we will spend the night in San Pedro Sula so that we can catch our early flight out on Friday morning. Today was a day full of emotion, but really the entire week has been a life changing experience. None of us will ever be the same after witnessing the events of the week and I pray that we will continue to share our experience with others. He has given each of us a gift and it cannot stop with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2409665342132324637?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2409665342132324637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2409665342132324637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2409665342132324637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2409665342132324637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-day-at-childrens-home.html' title='Last day at the Children&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5006683617827952729</id><published>2010-07-27T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:55:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work hard, play hard</title><content type='html'>Today our Ridge team had its hardest work day yet. The team moved more posts (6 people per post!), mixed concrete, filled holes - all with the sun beating down. Jeremy and Dago initially went to get supplies, while Phil and Ryan led our team in the construction. It is obvious that we have gelled well together as it was quickly apparent what needed to get done and everyone fell into a role of some kind. We had a good rhythm and got a great deal accomplished. Manuel and Alex were around to help and while there is a language barrier, we have all become friends so there is understanding and even laughter at times. Tomorrow we will finish cementing the remaining posts and put up the chain link. Today was a tough day and I pray that the Lord gives us all strength to make it through one more work day. I also hope that tomorrow I can announce that the fence is complete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning two of our team members - myself and Shauna - had the opportunity to go into town and read to three of the classes at the bilingual school that Vanessa and Lisbeth attend. We read stories in English to the kindergarten, third, and fourth grade classes. The younger children do not understand much English yet, but the older kids were engaged and were so much fun to interact with. They loved our stories and laughed about one that involved snow. As you can imagine, this was a completely foreign concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we once again helped with the feeding program. The kids were very excited because they knew that after lunch, we were &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; piling on the bus to go to the water park. That's right - 63 kids, 15 adults, and one yellow school bus. When we arrived, we had the water park to ourselves for the most part which was a dream come true for the children. Many only get the chance to go once a year, if that, so this was incredible for them. It gave our team a chance to play and have fun while loving on these kids who live in such poverty. Not that they do not get love at home, but it was nice to spoil them a little! We did have one child with an injury, but otherwise made it through the day joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are... sunburned, tired, and living His word. Praise be to Him for giving us such a fantastic day! We worked hard, played hard, and will all likely sleep hard tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5006683617827952729?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5006683617827952729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5006683617827952729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5006683617827952729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5006683617827952729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-hard-play-hard.html' title='Work hard, play hard'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1014853656710089397</id><published>2010-07-26T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:23:50.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship and service... and fun</title><content type='html'>Sunday night and Monday were both fun and event filled times for our Ridge team. Last night we were able to experience a worship service here at the home. Many people from the community came and the service was entirely in Spanish. But the lyrics for the songs were projected on a big screen just like the Ridge which made it possible for us to sing along in Spanish, even if we didn't entirely understand what we were singing. However, He understands every language and it felt good to worship Him with the community. After this, Dago had each of us introduce ourselves to the congregation while he translated for us. Their applause and excitement was invigorating. Their appreciation for us and love for Him was obvious. Dago gave his message entirely in Spanish and while we could not understand it, His presence in the building was powerful. At the end, Dago extended the invitation for anyone who so desired to come up and accept Jesus. Right away, three children got up (including one of the boys from the children's home). One of the little village boys who got up was my new friend Dennis from the morning, so seeing him up front warmed my heart and spirit even more. When Dago dismissed them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dilia&lt;/span&gt; to pray with her in the back of the room, at least 6 more children got up and ran to the back to join them. This group of children joined hands and with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dilia's&lt;/span&gt; assistance, they bowed their heads and each accepted Jesus as their Savior. There were definitely tears from some of our team members - myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Dago about this today and he said that while they extend the invitation every week, they do not always have people who step forward. When they do, it is usually not that many. So again, our team was blessed with a powerful experience and something that we will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out as a work day and we were able to put in 12 concrete posts for the fence. This doesn't sound like much, but considering it took 5 of our strongest guys to move one post... that was a lot. We also had some water filled holes, prep that needed to be done to the surrounding area, and other logistical issues which made the process slow at first. But now we have a system and I am sure it will move much faster tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we were able to help with the feeding program. Many of our new friends returned and Deb and Shauna lead the kids in a story and activity after the meal. The rest of the group jumped in to help with the activity and the kids got toothbrushes brought by some of our Ridge team. Tomorrow will be more of the same and we are hoping to take them all to the water park after lunch for some play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, we went into town with Jeremy - our fearless leader and even more fearless driver. We bought food for several local families and we plan to deliver this before we leave. This was our longest trip into town as a group and was once again eye opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our day with a surprise birthday party for one of our Ridge team members. I knew my husband Phil would be spending his birthday here and I enlisted the help of Jeremy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dilia&lt;/span&gt;, and Dago in order to get him a cake, pinata, and a lot of candy! I also brought birthday hats with me and we had a fantastic time with the children. We sang "Happy Birthday" in both English and Spanish before unveiling the pinata - a giant pink dinosaur that looked an awful lot like Barney. Dago is a master man at controlling the pinata and the room was full of shouts and LOTS of laughter. I am sure the pictures and videos will be all over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; when we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1014853656710089397?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1014853656710089397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1014853656710089397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1014853656710089397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1014853656710089397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/worship-and-service-and-fun.html' title='Worship and service... and fun'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8638290874169562683</id><published>2010-07-25T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:31:49.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy Sunday</title><content type='html'>This morning, we began our day of rest with Sunday school. A school bus was taken out into the community and children flock to it in order to attend Sunday school here at the Children's home. Even in the heat (no electricity = no fans), it was an experience I wouldn't want to miss. We had the added pleasure of meeting another mission group that was in the area. They came to the home this morning and led the children in songs and the bible story message. The children enjoyed singing and the bilingual service was a fun chance for our Ridge team to jump in and sing right along with the kids. Don't worry - there are photos and even a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bonded with many of the village children during the brief snack time after service, which made the bus ride home even more personal. Taking the kids back into town after Sunday school was an experience in and of itself. We drove through town yesterday and the conditions were heartbreaking and eye opening even if you know what to expect. This time, we were now associating specific children with whom we had become fast friends to these huts and shacks. I know the experience was deeply moving for me and something I won't forget. The joy the children had this morning when coming here was obvious on their faces and it is easy to see why the Children's home is considered a beacon to them as well as the rest of the community. I look forward to seeing many of my new friends this week when they return for the feeding program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we will have our own church service and begin a hard work day tomorrow. We got a great deal of rain today which will likely make things more difficult, but our team is motivated and hopefully we will be able to complete all of our intended projects before the week is up. We were all sad to lose power just before Skyping into service this morning, but overall today was a fun day even with the rain. The unknown forecast caused us to constantly change plans, but instead we had the chance to further our relationships with the children here at the home and also with each other. The laughter was abundant and I will go to bed with a smile on my face. Just another reminder that no matter what we have planned, the real plans are up to Him! He knows what is best and what we needed today. Whether that was worship, friendship, a cooling rain, rest, or all of the above - we were definitely blessed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8638290874169562683?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8638290874169562683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8638290874169562683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8638290874169562683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8638290874169562683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainy-sunday.html' title='A rainy Sunday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-6329572537582838891</id><published>2010-07-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:47:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Honduras</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 15 brave souls made the long trip from Des Moines to Azacualpa. Our journey was uneventful, even with the threat of a tropical storm and some tight connnections along the way. Obviously He has a plan for us and has blessed us with smooth travels. Only snag was the time involved with customs and immigration, but that was due to half the group being seated in the back of the plane. But we were fortunate to even get a flight, so again, blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after a familiar breakfast of pancakes and bacon, we spent the morning digging fence post holes and spreading gravel. Normally Saturday is a more relaxed day, however due to our travel dates being on Fridays we decided to make today a work day so we can take the kids on an outing on Thursday. I have to say, I completely understand why someone here would only work a half day followed by a nap! Heat + humidity + bugs + thorns = fun times, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, we have been able to spend plenty of fun time with the kids and they love our pictures and stories. I know that Phil and I already have girls vying for our wedding photos that they want to keep and if I am not careful I will come home with a camera full of 1000 pictures taken by the kids of myself and other random things. Tonight, there are plans for a soccer game and the guys on our team are quite excited for that. I can't wait to see what the rest of the week brings and for the experiences to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Miranda G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-6329572537582838891?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6329572537582838891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=6329572537582838891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6329572537582838891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6329572537582838891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-honduras.html' title='Welcome to Honduras'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5585983751364767369</id><published>2010-07-01T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:29:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from Brasil</title><content type='html'>Hello all! These last three weeks at Lar I've been writing letters to a dear friend as a sort of journal, and as we prepare to come home I'd like to share some thoughts from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing July on the date makes me sad, because I know we have to leave at the beginning of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, trying to pinpoint exactly why I hate leaving, and I think I've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell everything about a culture by where the primary focus is: people (relationships) or work (industry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the US for the most part it's all about work; getting the job done, making good time, faster, more, me, me, me -- here, things are slowed down. There's no hurry because it's all about people: meeting them, spending time with them, talking with them, and just being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meals aren't about food; they're about sharing food with friends. Work isn't about getting a job done; it's about sharing a task with friends. Even church isn't about singing or reading or dressing up; it's about coming together to grow closer in relationship with &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; -- and, yes, each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how things should be. I feel like the people here have it figured out how life should be lived. I feel at home, and like I'm with the people I belong with. If life is like a song, then I'm in tune here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I miss you all like crazy! I wish I could just kidnap you and bring you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do that, though, so I guess I'll have to kidnap a piece of this and bring it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I think the relationship thing feels so right, so "in tune?" Think about it: What's at the heart of everything, the heart of all of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father. Son. Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, kindness, fellowship, saying "You first, I can wait. Whatever you want, I don't mind. Your needs before mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how life should be lived: Others are always the first priority. Not my work, not my wants, not my preferences. It's so simple, but truth often lies in simplicity: Others first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all take a piece of that home, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ella Broadbooks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5585983751364767369?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5585983751364767369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5585983751364767369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5585983751364767369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5585983751364767369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts-from-brasil.html' title='Thoughts from Brasil'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1066659191766535070</id><published>2010-06-28T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:48:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Like Family in Brazil</title><content type='html'>The Brazil team wound up their second of three weeks at Lar Batista. The team reports that their host just yesterday said that she is forgetting to ask if the team needs anything because they seem to fit in just like family now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team has spent a good deal of time painting and general cleaning in the boys' dorm, which needs a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the kids and staff seems to fill their days - and nights. Ella relayed this story: "The girls (twelve of them) slept in Cheryl's room last night. I was reminded of that Pizza Hut commercial: 'Not sure why it's called a SLEEPover.' We colored pictures, and then had a 'Lar's Got Talent' with me, Cheryl, Rebecca, and Sara as the judges. The best part of Ingrid's performance was before she even started; she had to hike her pajama pants up to her ribcage before taking the 'stage' (the extra bed in Cheryl's room). Luana, a three-year-old who's been here since April, was the only one to get a ten out of ten for her singing performance - which was barely audible beneath the cheering. (Priscilla camd over about 10:00 to tell us we were too loud...oops.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been visiting nearby with family and friends connected to Lar. They've had an adventure in a local pharmacy trying to purchase a needed over-the-counter medication, having a good opportunity to practice their Portuguese reading and speaking skills. The children and the team share English and Portuguese speaking skills and new vocabulary. They've enjoyed some oranges grown locally on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella also says, "The time has gone quickly. Hard to believe we will be on our way home by this time next Saturday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting for the team: Sue Broadbooks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1066659191766535070?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1066659191766535070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1066659191766535070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1066659191766535070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1066659191766535070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/becoming-like-family-in-brazil.html' title='Becoming Like Family in Brazil'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1209178581720440338</id><published>2010-06-19T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:21:10.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Settled in Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/TBzuUvocGqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6G5JKjgytGo/s1600/brazil+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/TBzuUvocGqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6G5JKjgytGo/s200/brazil+team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484520486381296290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long journey to Brazil that included a missed flight due to fog delays the team made it safely to Lar Batista.  The team left at 5:00 pm Monday night and ended up arriving early in the morning on Wednesday.  Talk about a long trip!  After some much needed rest, the team is busy forming new relationships and reconnecting to old friendships.  The team plans to help work on one of the boys dorms that is in need of repair, and of coarse spend lots of time loving the kids and staff of the children's home.  When we get more word from the team we will try post it here!  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1209178581720440338?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1209178581720440338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1209178581720440338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1209178581720440338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1209178581720440338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-settled-in-brazil.html' title='Getting Settled in Brazil'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/TBzuUvocGqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6G5JKjgytGo/s72-c/brazil+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-9204657811574233195</id><published>2010-03-31T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:21:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things missed from Mission Navajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NoTYnIP6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/2idkmKIGOAA/s1600/Jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NoTYnIP6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/2idkmKIGOAA/s200/Jessica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454818255909175202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10 things I will miss from the Navajo Mission 2010  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)   Coffee ready and waiting in the morning!  Thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;2)   The joy and laughter of our team all day!  Especially Lindsey's contagious laugh!&lt;br /&gt;3)   The starry nights!  Wish I had taken the time to look every night, they were awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;4)   The constant busyness of a team truly enjoying in the serving others.  I couldn't stop running from place to place with joy!!&lt;br /&gt;5)   The memory of sleeping in bunk beds.  Even though I had to keep fetching my pillow as it slid off the top bunk!!&lt;br /&gt;6)   Seeing the needs of others and being able to do something about it!  Girls night out to the rescue, carts full of blankets from Walmart!!&lt;br /&gt;7)   Continuing to see the need even up to the day we were leaving.  A new flag and swings for Reverend Gardner next year!!&lt;br /&gt;8)   The moments of joy we brought to others.  From those in the grocery store to the people we delivered supplies to.  God Bless them all!!&lt;br /&gt;9)   Beautiful Canyon de Chelly!  Next year, hiking down to the White House ruins!! &lt;br /&gt;10)  Pulling into the parking lot Sunday morning after being gone for 9 nights and 10 days!  How truly blessed we were to have been on this awesome        experience together!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess Pine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-9204657811574233195?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9204657811574233195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=9204657811574233195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/9204657811574233195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/9204657811574233195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things-missed-from-mission-navajo.html' title='10 things missed from Mission Navajo'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NoTYnIP6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/2idkmKIGOAA/s72-c/Jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8356129379762306816</id><published>2010-03-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:26:13.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Reflections: part 2</title><content type='html'>(continued from the previous post of top things seen and learned on the recent Mission Navajo trip by Helene Bergren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NpdybF6-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qWOZj9PMveM/s1600/Helene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NpdybF6-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qWOZj9PMveM/s200/Helene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454819534148332514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11. Maintaining patience with children and youth of varied ages. The kids learned and contributed in amazing ways physically and spiritually, but for those without kids or through that life-stage, it could have been a bigger adjustment than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Leading devotions. Many who led morning or evening devotions had never put together spiritual, Biblical pieces in that way. The newbies shared beautiful, God-glorifying messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Accompanying devotion time as a new, self-taught youth guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Driving a 12-passenger van pulling a trailer, at night, through construction and over and down mountain passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Discerning which needs took priority proved heart-wrenching as needs ranged from clearly spiritual and relational, to practical, necessity-oriented involving food, clothing and shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Seeing hitchhikers everywhere – the young and the old – and not being able to stop and help everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hearing of the desperate problems of drug and alcohol abuse, leading to many drunk driving accidents, injuries and deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Learning about the all-too-common tragedy of youth suicide, and need for youth counselors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seeing God’s power and our power as Christ followers in prayer as a real solution to issues we encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Understanding firsthand that spreading love and Christ’s light comes in many forms — such as practical help, a hug or respect tendered, and through including the Dine’ people in projects and outreach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8356129379762306816?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8356129379762306816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8356129379762306816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8356129379762306816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8356129379762306816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/mission-navajo-reflections-part-2.html' title='Mission Navajo Reflections: part 2'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NpdybF6-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qWOZj9PMveM/s72-c/Helene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4767562585251519038</id><published>2010-03-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:27:51.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Reflections: part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7Np6LR1RjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DYlPEsK6x1Y/s1600/team+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7Np6LR1RjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DYlPEsK6x1Y/s200/team+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820021856716338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God asked us as Mission Navajo team members to step out of our comfort zones, sow love, live with good humor, and discover new abilities, God’s power and His way of working through us. In many cases, the hard part wasn’t something we did, but situations we observed, and understood would not change in one mission trip, or with one food basket donation. Here are a few of my top moments of the trip: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing the sick, poor and elderly in living conditions we wouldn’t want to endure. In many cases, the living condition is their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chopping wood for days on end. The task lasted for several long days, and it was done in the high altitude, with little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chopping wood at all. Not being sexist or ageist, but skinny women and skinny children learned to do this. That rocks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Accepting gifts from Navajo with clearly less financial means than team members proved emotionally difficult. In Navajo culture, more than in our Midwestern culture, a gift must be accepted or it causes hurt feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Going-with-the flow in a culture that doesn’t see time in a linear way, which proved to be a challenge to a team full of punctual professionals and accomplishment-oriented people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. Changing a tire on an unfamiliar vehicle, without an owner’s manual, in a remote part of the reservation, with no cell phone service to call husbands or a dad with questions. And, FYI, there’s no level ground to be found at the top of Big Mountain, Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Teaching Sunday School at a moment’s notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Taking cold showers. Three bathrooms, 20 people. Mostly chicks. Um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Planning financially and believing for God’s provision to pay the trip fee in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Talking through a sewing machine issue with a sweet little lady. A big deal for a non-mechanically minded, once-in-awhile seamstress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helene Bergren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4767562585251519038?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4767562585251519038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4767562585251519038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4767562585251519038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4767562585251519038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/mission-navajo-reflections-part-1.html' title='Mission Navajo Reflections: part 1'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7Np6LR1RjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DYlPEsK6x1Y/s72-c/team+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-7302955307696680150</id><published>2010-03-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:31:42.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Work Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday we spent all day out in Tohlakai working. It was a beautiful day outside and we chopped wood while other people painted, prepared meals, cleaned, built a cross, and put linseed oil on the cabin. After chopping wood for a while the infamous hitch hiker (Alvin) stopped by to say hi and said he would be by again to help. Even after spending hours in the woods, our woodchuckers showed up to drop off another load and help us chop. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NqgGPQrgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JZBOEUGQ0Uk/s1600/wood+chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NqgGPQrgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JZBOEUGQ0Uk/s200/wood+chuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820673338781186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They only stayed for a couple hours because they had to go to the woods again to gather and deliver wood again. We loaded up some wood and Emily and I went with Larry and Reverend on one of their many deliveries to drop off a load of firewood. The delivery we made was to Lily and Fred who we stayed and talked to and it was really cool to hear them speaking in Navajo and enjoying our company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, later in the day Alvin showed up with his wife Rachel (who coincidentally works at SMASE and saw us Tuesday) and two sons Tyler (6) and Skyler (5). We ended up befriending the two boys and spent the evening playing with them. The boys are a handful but at least their parents were able to enjoy a break for a few hours. It’s really interesting that everywhere we go we seem to be a magnet for little kids but now we have about 6 new boyfriends to keep in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Navajo tacos that someone prepared for us in appreciation of the work we are doing and afterwards we spent some time outside and left shortly after to come back to the house. By 8 o’clock everyone was completely exhausted from painting, building, and chopping and we had a devotional before people started heading to bed. Of course we waited for our knights in shining armor (the woodchuckers) to show up and get the dinner we had saved for them since they were in the woods and unable to make it to Tohlakai. We played Bologna with the kids and talked with Franklin for a while and finally hit the hay around 11 pm. Those boys sure take the energy out of us but we love them too much to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have truly been blessed by all the new friends we have made and it is neat to see how many people have come to help us out of the goodness of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Emily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-7302955307696680150?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7302955307696680150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=7302955307696680150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7302955307696680150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7302955307696680150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-work-day.html' title='Wednesday Work Day'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S7NqgGPQrgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JZBOEUGQ0Uk/s72-c/wood+chuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-6201609071749027980</id><published>2010-03-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:00:39.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>Tuesday: A day of challenges, faith and love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday brought more challenges on the reservation. There were spiritual challenges, mental challenges and physical challenges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual/Mental challenge: I found myself waking up with sore muscles, tired spirits and a room full of others who have somehow managed to not be feeling the same things. This was my first challenge. How can I get myself wrapped around the thought of living this lifestyle? I know the Lord God will provide for me, but why doesn’t it feel like it today? Why does my heart feel heavy? I keep going back to what I’m here for, remembering that I need to be a better Christian, following Jesus and letting him guide me in my life. I am a person, who when he sees a problem, fixes it. That doesn’t mean it’s always the right solution, but it’s a solution still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I let go, not just on the outside, but truly let go? How can I see families living in houses that are in SERIOUS need of renovations and not be able to just go fix it up? It’s a struggle deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the evening, we have all planned to spend supper with a different family, learning their culture, their personalities and their love. When we approached the elderly couple my family was going to spend supper with, there was a miscommunication along the way and the family wasn’t prepared for us. This was a bit disappointing, but we KNOW the Lord works in ways sometimes we don’t understand. Being the wonderful host Janelle is, she immediately had another family that we could spend time with. When we arrived at our second destination, we were greeted with SUCH GREAT hospitality it was warming to the heart. I know this family was planning for one guest and then suddenly they had FIVE. They didn’t blink an eye and welcomed us ALL into their homes and lives.&lt;br /&gt;This family made an INCREDIBLE meal for us! The food was a typical Navajo supper, very authentic and bountiful and VERY good!! We all had a wonderful evening, and for me, I almost forgot where I was, that I was a thousand miles from the sanctity of my own home. Simply put, it felt like family. I felt like I belonged. Finally the feeling was clear, we’re not just here to help them with things they need, they are here to help us with things WE need. To remind us what is important, God, love and family. While I KNOW people have told us this before, hearing those things and feeling those things are two totally different things. This is exactly what I needed to feel and when I needed to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Challenges: With sore hands, sore backs and a strong wills, two Father/Son groups , Rod &amp;amp; David Bergren, Bob &amp;amp; Preston Mesecher, took off for a farm where we were blessed to be able to help a man who has given so much to so many people. There were some fences to mend, gates to hang and walls to replace. I personally LOVE building things, and working on a farm is where I feel at home. The sun beating down and the air so pure every breath feels a blessing. (Even if it’s at a sheep farm, the smell doesn’t seem so bad.) This only adds to my wonderful experience I’m having here on Mission Navajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cayleen went to SMASE’s (St. Michael’s Association of Special Education) campus. We got a tour of the facility and met some of the people staying there. Then we had several small groups go out throughout the campus and help with various tasks. Cayleen &amp;amp; Jessica cleaned out their computer supply room. They inventoried all the monitors, desktops and laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the local grocery store to buy staple food items for several Navajo families. We had 15 carts full of groceries, which included hundreds cans of SPAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailee spent a LOT of time outside, without sun block, working the ground, tilling it to prepare for the garden they will be soon planting. Later in the evening, she wasn’t so happy about forgetting sun block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, Cayleen, Preston and Bailee Mesecher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-6201609071749027980?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6201609071749027980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=6201609071749027980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6201609071749027980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6201609071749027980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesday-day-of-challenges-faith-and.html' title='Tuesday: A day of challenges, faith and love.'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5503192136519450376</id><published>2010-03-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:10:37.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>Lindsay's Ramblings from Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colossians 2:2 “My purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is part of our purpose on Mission Navajo. So far we have encouraged others and been greatly encouraged ourselves. A group of 4 Mission Navajo Prairie Ridge men headed out to the Tologhi area&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(which means White Water in Navajo) to assist Rev. Gardner in chopping&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;firewood to deliver to 3 families in the congregation who greatly need this wood to heat their homes. A local family joined in to help, as well as Alvin-who was passing by on foot to Navajo, New Mexico. It was collaboration! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our men headed out at about 11:00a.m.-this is a complete estimate of the “time” they arrived. We know the sun had just risen when they arrived and it was before lunch. So, we will settle on 11a.m. The concept of “time” is completely different here. It’s not about clocks, deadlines, agendas, or calendars- it’s about living each moment while completing the tasks you need to without the rush or anxiety about doing it in sync with the clock. Mark, a member of Window Rock Reformed Church and dedicated to keeping the Navajo traditions explained that time in modern society is linear-once we pass an event, we can never go back, therefore we stress to meet deadlines and have mid-life crisis’. Time in Navajo is circular-you can focus on your task and complete it when you complete it. It’s ok if you miss an event because the sun will rise again for you to finish it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really experienced this yesterday, in a conversation with Mary Anne, a Navajo native and woman of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“I wake up each morning, go outside, and ask God to bless this day and give us strength to do our chores,” she said, at one point in our conversation. Our conversation lasted for six hours. I met her in the afternoon and we talked until the sun had been set for a long time. We talked about her life, her faith, and her traditions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She grew up on the Reservation. When she was a young girl, her family was sheep herders. They traveled where the sheep went. She walked with me through the vast landscape, and pointed to rocks and told me their names. She pointed to areas her family lived and traveled through each season. In our conversation, I had no concept of time. We connected. We encouraged one another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I saw were her eyes. I learned from Sylvia, another Navajo native that the elders do not say many words yet you can hear their words by watching their facial expressions. I watched Mary Anne’s face and felt love- the love &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that is God’s purpose for us: 1 John 4:21 “And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes-during the entire six hours the men were still chopping and our women had now joined in as well! In all honesty I was so captivated by Mary Anne that time slipped away. She is still on my heart at this moment. Thank you, God for being bigger than clocks and calendars! Thank you for uniting us in love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lindsay Johnson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5503192136519450376?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5503192136519450376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5503192136519450376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5503192136519450376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5503192136519450376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/lindsays-ramblings-from-arizona.html' title='Lindsay&apos;s Ramblings from Arizona'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3763379169339747503</id><published>2010-03-15T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:55:06.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>WOW! What a Sunday, what a blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wow! Sunday was our first full day on the reservation, and it turned out to be a day that answered many of our prayers and exceeded all of our expectations! We joined Window Rock Christian Reformed Church for worship at 10:00 a.m. Team members who attended the trip last year were able to reconnect with some familiar faces (including Rev. Will &amp;amp; Sue Kempkes) and the entire group was blessed with the opportunity to meet many new people. Several of our team members led the church in singing during worship, and we were privileged to have the Navajo people lead us in singing several hymns in Navajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Navajo people were very welcoming to us and invited our group to join them for a potluck lunch at the church. Some of the girls on our team even had the chance to help make the fry bread for the Navajo tacos. We had the chance to eat with the Navajo people and shared some great conversations. We also invited many of our new friends to join us for an evening meal at our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After lunch, we went to the see Window Rock – an incredible rock formation that the capital of the Navajo Nation is named after. Later in the afternoon, we traveled 30 miles to Ganado to visit the historic Hubbell Trading Post, a historic Indian trading post that is now a National Historic Site operated by the National Park Service. The trading post still sells goods, jewelry, rugs and other crafts made by native tribes, including the Navajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our prayers were answered Sunday evening when more than 25 guests joined us for a time of fellowship and authentic Mexican food (including mole chicken, enchiladas, rice, black beans) prepared by our friend Barbara. Our guests included some amazing Navajo people – including the Harrison family who presented us with a beautiful carving as a “thank you” for our help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We had nearly 50 people in our house – eating, sharing stories, playing games, laughing and sharing time in fellowship. Barbara also showed us some handmade beaded necklaces and gave us the chance to buy some of her work. We even sang happy birthday (in Navajo and in English) to celebrate the many recent/upcoming birthdays in the group, including Janelle, Jessica, Sydney, Greg and several of our Navajo friends. Two of the Harrison boys also sang the Navajo pledge with the group which was wonderful. There was so much emotion and love in the house – it was truly a blessing! Despite the poverty and oppression that exists here, the Navajo people are full of love and very welcoming to our team. We can all feel God’s presence here with us and are looking forward to what He has in store for the rest of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--Allison Lycke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3763379169339747503?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3763379169339747503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3763379169339747503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3763379169339747503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3763379169339747503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-what-sunday-what-blessing.html' title='WOW! What a Sunday, what a blessing!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8854697277324509891</id><published>2010-03-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:08:01.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Navajo 2010'/><title type='text'>We have arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hi this is Derek from Bondurant. We arrived at Hilltop Christian School last night around 10:30pm it was dark and cool out. All of us were exhausted and ready for bed. We awoke this morning this morning with a dusting of snow on the ground. The scenery looks really beautiful from our window. Snow highlights next to red clay colored rock cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be getting along wonderfully. This is my first trip away from my family doing something like this, so I am not sure what to expect here. All I can say is” Here I am Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;On the way down here at our rest stops I bumped into other believers who offered words of encouragement. Reminds me of scripture in Proverbs that says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all your ways acknowledges Him and He shall direct your paths.”&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my first attempt at a blog. Sorry so short.&lt;br /&gt;Derek Griffith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8854697277324509891?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8854697277324509891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8854697277324509891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8854697277324509891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8854697277324509891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-this-is-derek-from-bondurant.html' title='We have arrived!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3568932367265029934</id><published>2010-02-11T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:04:29.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Celebration of Hope: Beans and Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S3Ra6c0OQEI/AAAAAAAAARg/CIwbY2W0FlM/s1600-h/BeansRice.FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S3Ra6c0OQEI/AAAAAAAAARg/CIwbY2W0FlM/s200/BeansRice.FINAL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437070610357174338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat…”  Matthew 25: 35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a land of plenty. Despite economic events of the past year, most of us still have a place to live, a car to drive, and food to eat. And that’s just the beginning. We’ve got computers and cell phones, back yards and barbecues, closets near capacity, and store after store ready to sell us more.&lt;br /&gt;That changes our perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by abundance, housing becomes a matter of status, not shelter. Clothes are deemed unusable because of style, not wear. Water flows freely in long hot showers or summer slip-n-slides. Food becomes entertainment, consumed as a backdrop to social gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are many places in our world where morsels of food and sips of water are a matter of life or death. Every day, hunger claims the lives of 16,000 children.  That’s one child every five seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministerios de Fe Vida Nueva which means Ministries of Faith and New Life in Azacualpa, Honduras, battles this reality everyday.  In addition to the 20+ kids that live in the home, they provide a noon meal, Monday through Friday for 50 additional children from the nearby poverty-stricken city of Azacualpa.  For many of these kids this is the only meal they receive in a day.  The children’s home runs this feeding program on $400 a month – that’s $8 per child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can help bring a glimpse of hope and the tangible gift of food to these children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What can we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rice and Beans Project is a chance to get a new perspective on poverty, a chance to experience hunger in a way we don’t normally encounter in our daily lives.  This goal is for the experience to be simple, tangible, and bring us into a better understanding of the complex issue of global poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days in February, we will trade in our plentiful meals for a diet of rice, beans and water – approximately 700 calories per day – and donate our grocery money to fund the Ministries of Faith and New Life feeding program.  We could fund this life-giving project for a full year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of this experience, we will also receive some short devotions to encourage us at each mealtime.  Through these devotions and the encouragement of one another, it is also our hope that as a church we can grow deeper in our awareness of the 1.2 billion people in our world who are truly hungry.  God cares deeply for His people who are in need!  In Deuteronomy 10:18, the word of God says, “He administers justice for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the stranger, giving him food and clothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How it Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14: Challenge Sunday. Sign up to participate by turning in a response card after the service.  You can also sign up by emailing sjrittgers@msn.com.&lt;br /&gt;February 21: Trade in your grocery money donation for enough pre-measured rice and beans to feed you and those participating in your family.&lt;br /&gt;February 22-27: Choose three consecutive days for the rice &amp;amp; beans diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayer is that this project will not only help pool our resources to tangibly provide for the needs of others, but also create a spiritual hunger in us to continually be aware of the least of these among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’  He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.”  Matthew 35: 44-45 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;GO DEEPER: click on the following downloads to go deeper in the beans and rice project. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridgelife.org/DownloadableForms_PDF/facts.pdf"&gt;World Hunger Facts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridgelife.org/DownloadableForms_PDF/FAQ.pdf"&gt;Beans and Rice FAQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridgelife.org/DownloadableForms_PDF/resources.pdf"&gt;Additional Resources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3568932367265029934?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3568932367265029934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3568932367265029934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3568932367265029934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3568932367265029934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebration-of-hope-beans-and-rice.html' title='A Celebration of Hope: Beans and Rice'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S3Ra6c0OQEI/AAAAAAAAARg/CIwbY2W0FlM/s72-c/BeansRice.FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8579589481711568743</id><published>2010-01-04T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:25:34.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join us on a 2010 Mission Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S0IaPY30kGI/AAAAAAAAARM/eXPRjs1ZYJI/s1600-h/map.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S0IaPY30kGI/AAAAAAAAARM/eXPRjs1ZYJI/s200/map.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422925752984440930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently accepting applications for our 2010 Mission trips through Prairie Ridge Church.  If you are interested in traveling with us on one of these trips please read over the trip details &lt;a href="http://www.ridgelife.org/DownloadableForms_PDF/2010 mission info.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ready to apply and make your trip deposit click below.  You will be prompted to  to create a user name and and password to finish your application.  If you have problems at any step along the way please contact Kevin Jansma at kjansma@rigelife.org or by calling 515-965-1737 x13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up for a 2010 Mission Trip:  &lt;a href="https://secure.accessacs.com/access/nonmemberlogin.aspx?ReturnUrl=events%2fwz_people.aspx&amp;ChurchID=1168&amp;EventID=11259&amp;sn=109617"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8579589481711568743?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8579589481711568743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8579589481711568743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8579589481711568743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8579589481711568743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/join-us-on-2010-mission-trip.html' title='Join us on a 2010 Mission Trip!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S0IaPY30kGI/AAAAAAAAARM/eXPRjs1ZYJI/s72-c/map.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8215905576579078257</id><published>2009-07-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:58:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before...and...After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmpU8Vf5skI/AAAAAAAAARE/BK0L1PVgPPs/s1600-h/Honduras09_Misc2+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362191701877830210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmpU8Vf5skI/AAAAAAAAARE/BK0L1PVgPPs/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362190853485660690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmpUK8_cihI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NtdrNXdb0UI/s200/MyanRuins+061.jpg" /&gt;Here are the 'before and after' pictures of the computer room project at the Children's Home here in Honduras.  Praire Ridge Church, this is what your support and donations made possible!  We had intermittent power all day Thursday which made installing new lights and fans tricky. However, the power stayed on throughout the movie night we put on for the kids last night, thankfully.  The older kids watched Transformers in Spanish and the younger kids watched Ice Age also in Spanish. &lt;br /&gt;     I can't believe Jeremy and I (Graham) leave to head home already tomorrow morning.  The week has gone fast here but we have learned and grown so much.  I will be excited to see my family and sleep in airconditioning again but will definitely miss the beautiful people and amazing hospitality here at the Children's Home.  We'll be thinking about them and praying for them long after we leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8215905576579078257?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8215905576579078257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8215905576579078257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8215905576579078257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8215905576579078257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/beforeandafter.html' title='Before...and...After'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmpU8Vf5skI/AAAAAAAAARE/BK0L1PVgPPs/s72-c/Honduras09_Misc2+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-704144791528333226</id><published>2009-07-21T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:36:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Honduras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smakxh97nDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5rBEtN7Y8Wg/s1600-h/Honduras09_Misc2+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153577269828658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smakxh97nDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5rBEtN7Y8Wg/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmakynzPekI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MNw-hgmGCaY/s1600-h/Honduras09_Misc2+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153596015475266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmakynzPekI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MNw-hgmGCaY/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmakyHV00cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B15MCWCyQ44/s1600-h/Honduras09_Misc2+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153587302158786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmakyHV00cI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B15MCWCyQ44/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smaky5KR2EI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MN8G5aTnIEk/s1600-h/Honduras09_Misc2+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361153600675502146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smaky5KR2EI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MN8G5aTnIEk/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-704144791528333226?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/704144791528333226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=704144791528333226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/704144791528333226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/704144791528333226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-from-honduras.html' title='Photos from Honduras'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smakxh97nDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5rBEtN7Y8Wg/s72-c/Honduras09_Misc2+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1586361759184768618</id><published>2009-07-21T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:31:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress on the Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361152715776542386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smaj_Yp7RrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nNWpxU633z4/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361152714999868306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smaj_VwwK5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/cAh6-j-jcKw/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361152725917735090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smaj_-bxmLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ys4RDlzmN0M/s200/Honduras09_Misc2+137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been working hard here in Honduras on the 'computer room' project. The pictures show our Day 1 work on the ceiling (Monday, because Sunday was our day to hang out with the kids and get supplies ready). Today (Day 2) we built tables for the computers and got some help mudding the ceiling. We'll do some painting tomorrow and hopefully have things ready to move computers in on Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a break this afternoon from the hard work and hit the local water park! yes, there is a water park just blocks from the slum-like community of Azacualpa. We'll post a few more pictures next. They say the internet speeds up after 10pm around here and I think we're noticing that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1586361759184768618?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1586361759184768618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1586361759184768618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1586361759184768618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1586361759184768618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/progress-on-project.html' title='Progress on the Project'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Smaj_Yp7RrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nNWpxU633z4/s72-c/Honduras09_Misc2+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-513766178013041570</id><published>2009-07-19T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:18:27.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot in Honduras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmOZEPlQsFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CMlGBrqX0N8/s1600-h/Honduras09_Misc+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360296279682363474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmOZEPlQsFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CMlGBrqX0N8/s200/Honduras09_Misc+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from Honduras!  I (Graham) am here with Jeremy Williams from Ankeny, IA and have discovered the reason people here need a siesta every afternoon - it's too hot to do anything else!  Actually we couldn't even nap since our room felt like a convection oven.  Aside from that we are enjoying our time getting to know the children and others here at the children's home.   Azacualpa (the nearest town) is a small but crowded, and very-3rd-world community.  The children's home we are visiting and serving this week is somewhat of a "light on a hill" here.  In addition to the 24 or so children that live here, they drive an old school bus into town and bring dozens more out to the home for meals and sunday school.  They also bring others for church Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I brought 6 netbook computers we plan to set up in a 'computer room' here at the home for the children to use.  The high speed internet works fairly well when the power works!  It's a strange phenomenon amidst the 3rd world surroundings but we're excited how the internet will be a great learning tool and resource for them.  We'll try to post another update this week as our renovations and work progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-513766178013041570?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/513766178013041570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=513766178013041570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/513766178013041570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/513766178013041570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-in-honduras.html' title='Hot in Honduras'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SmOZEPlQsFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CMlGBrqX0N8/s72-c/Honduras09_Misc+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4404563123189611956</id><published>2009-06-26T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:19:11.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"  &gt;Speaking as someone who feels fulfilled by physically serving others' needs, this experience taught me about the importance of building relationships--that it's better to interact and connect before jumping right into work. I met so many wonderful people and formed so many friendships, and I'm more grateful than words can express that I was encouraged to focus on these people instead of becoming consumed by "getting the job done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that the language barrier seemed so small compared to what I was expecting. I thought it would be near impossible to communicate, but with the little English that they knew, the little Portuguese that Cheryl had taught us, often creative actions (especially on Ingrid's part), and lots of smiles, somehow we were able to put together a language we all understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica,fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ella Broadbooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4404563123189611956?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4404563123189611956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4404563123189611956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4404563123189611956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4404563123189611956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/brazil-reflections_26.html' title='Brazil Reflections'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-65983586308626023</id><published>2009-06-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:15:05.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The Mission Trip to Lar Batista was a life changing experience.  The children didn't have many toys but that isn't what they wanted.  All they want is love, attention and to play with us.  Simple.  Amazing how they have had such hardships in their lives and seem to conquer it and have having faith and believing in Christ; also being sweet and have a huge smile on their faces.  My live will be forever changed.  It is definite that the Lord has this orphanage in the palm of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amy Blize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-65983586308626023?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/65983586308626023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=65983586308626023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/65983586308626023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/65983586308626023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/brazil-reflections.html' title='Brazil Reflections'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-624428980974141005</id><published>2009-06-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:26:41.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Painting, painting, painting! We are all very dirty from paint at the moment, after painting both the inside and outside of the girls' dorm. Tomorrow will be our last day at Lar Batista, although we're trying not to think about saying goodbye. We've made so many good friends and created so many memories -- not to mention (most likely) gained several pounds from the incredible food! You will never fully know how much we appreciate all your prayer and support. Blessings to all, and see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-624428980974141005?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/624428980974141005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=624428980974141005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/624428980974141005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/624428980974141005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-update.html' title='Thursday Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3622527016702775846</id><published>2009-06-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:32:59.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a hard day's work and play yesterday, we awoke to cloudy skies this morning. Sure enough, it started raining as we ate breakfast. Your dedicated workers started sanding the walls of the girls' dorm despite the weather. With the help of about a hundred kids, we finished that step and moved on to cleaning and the actual painting. We finished putting the first coat of paint on the seven rooms and the hallway at about two in the afternoon. The food is even more scrumptious and the kids are so much fun and helpful! We've been working hard, playing hard, and learning a ton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi (Portuguese for `hi´) from Mom, Tyler, Dalton, and Gracie! I miss you so much and can´t wait to see you once again - I love you. --Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, I'm eating my vegetables. --Ella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judy and Roger: I talked them into putting your name on the blog; you're now famous.  --Tara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bret: Wish you were here experiencing what we are. Having a great time despite the rain today.  --Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pSRiq-II/AAAAAAAAAO8/wDQDM6ohheA/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345395939146922114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pSRiq-II/AAAAAAAAAO8/wDQDM6ohheA/s400/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Juao Paulo, Cheyenne, Gabriela, and Bia around Bruno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pSDfnmrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfUPeV5qcKw/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345395935376022194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pSDfnmrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WfUPeV5qcKw/s400/P1010151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ingrid and Angela (water bottle is now missing in action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pR-qXUpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lnigk3BCeoM/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345395934078915218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pR-qXUpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lnigk3BCeoM/s400/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bruno in Jorge's glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pR54p0jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5swwRUDeQg/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345395932796670514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pR54p0jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/J5swwRUDeQg/s400/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A typical evening after dinner -- enjoying conversation and lots of laughter in the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3622527016702775846?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3622527016702775846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3622527016702775846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3622527016702775846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3622527016702775846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-hard-days-work-and-play-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si6pSRiq-II/AAAAAAAAAO8/wDQDM6ohheA/s72-c/P1010136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8370744405862627659</id><published>2009-06-08T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:08:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi from Brazil!</title><content type='html'>It's a testament to the business at Lar that we haven't been able to share until today -- between playing with the kids, going to church, and remodeling the girls' dorm, we've barely had time to breathe, let alone get across the street to post on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our travel went as smoothly as we could hope for; no flights were delayed, and we didn't have to run to a single gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were welcomed like long-lost family when we arrived late on Saturday, especially in terms of the UNBELIEVABLE food! (We decided after the very first meal that we would all come home with more weight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple days have been busier than anyone expected. We were put to work today on the girls' dorm after spending Sunday playing with the kids and going to church in the morning and evening. We've been able to do a lot more than originally anticipated thanks to the generous donations of the Global Cafe and the congregation of Prairie Ridge. Our ears are all ringing after spending the day listening to roofs and ceilings being torn down -- we were originally only going to have enough to paint the building, but because of your generosity we're going to be able to replace the roof, ceilings, and several doors in addition to repainting both the inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't express how much we appreciate all your prayers, support, and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4ZKQHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xVzI5cGzT70/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4ZKQHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xVzI5cGzT70/s400/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345049148352634274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to think of a legitimate excuse to post this picture of baby Bruno, but I decided I didn't really need one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4eMBxLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EPSwgsJ1A_o/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4eMBxLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EPSwgsJ1A_o/s400/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345049149702259890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just saved a bunch of money on our car insurance by switching to Geico!&lt;br /&gt;(Our uninvited roommate the first night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4BnZkRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pkPMWOgOhfg/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4BnZkRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pkPMWOgOhfg/s400/P1010108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345049142032437522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We created a new policy: No more wallpaper at Lar unless it's there TO STAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t33nBuWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M00R8fovgdE/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t33nBuWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M00R8fovgdE/s400/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345049139346520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're having so much fun, we're flipping out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8370744405862627659?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8370744405862627659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8370744405862627659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8370744405862627659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8370744405862627659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/oi-from-brazil.html' title='Oi from Brazil!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Si1t4ZKQHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xVzI5cGzT70/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3529556513411315583</id><published>2009-03-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:11:18.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Thursday Update</title><content type='html'>This morning the team had a lighter schedule compared to the rest of the week. The main difference was that for part of the team it was early up as a 6:30 a.m. departue for six of us to Lukachukai. This was a community that we were blessed to land upon thanks to an encounter earlier in the week with the pastor of this church in town to explore future mission endeavors. This was roughly a 90 minute drive one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of the team spent the morning at various trading posts in town and delivering the donations that were gathered prior to our departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team gathered in Gallup for lunch but not before a scenic driving adventure back reaching heights of 8000 feet in altitudes on the way back from Lukachukai. From snow capped hills to breath taking views of the canyon we encountered along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon consisted of reaching out to more organizations with our donations being graciously accepted. Connections continued to be made that will lead us on in for future trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then retreated back to base camp where we had a smorgasbord of food from chicken to pasta salads finishing with some ice cream to top the night off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praise and worship time was then held and a debriefing occurred where everyone was able to share their experiences from during the week. The night was topped off by a communion service to allow for reflection time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slide show of various pictures allowed for a final time of laughter and reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this being the final full day of our mission trip we ask for continued prayers and blessings as we depart for Iowa tomorrow afternoon. This was truly a life changing experience for many of us and we are grateful for the relationships that we were able to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon,&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pitlock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3529556513411315583?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3529556513411315583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3529556513411315583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3529556513411315583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3529556513411315583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-navajo-thursday-update.html' title='Mission Navajo Thursday Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8579712482232095863</id><published>2009-03-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:15:35.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Wednesday Update</title><content type='html'>The warm high desert sun refreshed us on Mission Navajo today. We (Rod and I) got up with Steve and Colette Wall, and drove north from Ft. Defiance at sunrise, leaving the church where we are staying at 6:15 a.m. Yep, kinda crazy. But the dramatic, high red cliffs backed up against the rising sun made me remember Who led us here, and made me wonder if I'll ever grasp how huge my God is. As a side note, we did have to watch for cars to make sure Steve and Rod would not get hit whenever they got out to take pictures. Fear not, all is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a passionate group prayer, the whole team gathered at Window Rock for a group picture taken by Pastor Will of the CRC church. Try getting about 30 people to look at the camera and smile at the same time. But he got a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team broke up into three teams, and one worked at a church several miles away, on land next to that of Janelle's family. They painted a picket fence, and worked on their computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second team was right on Janelle's family's land, blessing her uncle by cleaning an area around an old church there. Janelle and her family hope to restore this old, white stucco church building - and I for one am curious and hopeful to watch this project over time. (it's pretty safe to say we are all curious.) The restoration is a great idea, and great stewardship to bring this intriguing, cute building back into use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third team went to St. Michael's Special Education Association - really a school campus for special education kids on the reservation. It includes several group homes, which happen to be traditional hogans, classrooms, social, nursing and physical therapy services, and a bunch of great people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school lost a longtime student right before we came here, and his funeral service was today. Hearing a staff person there talk of this child moved us to tears, even though we had not met him. She spoke of how he would touch his hands to his lips and make kissing sounds. Sherilyn Rittgers and I were not the only ones to cry. We helped the staff clean up after the service, handed out Global Cafe coffee with introduction labels for the nearby CRC church, and shared hugs with some sweet students there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth and children on the trip have worked so hard, bonded with each other and touched lives around them. We are all proud of them. A trip to McDonald's tonight for ice cream was a nice break! After that, we got to hear tonight from a friend of Janelle's, Ramon, who travels around the reservation, attending powwows, and speaking of Jesus Christ as the Greatest Warrior. So true, and perfect way to say it to his Dine` brothers and sisters, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praising God for this opportunity to serve Him, see people and help them in any way. Thankfully, I will not be leaving the Navajo Reservation exactly the same way I came. Blessings in Christ and love to all of you. - Helene Bergren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick hello from Janelle Allen, Mission Navajo Team Leader - Today, I looked at sunburned faces, hard workers, and light givers. It's been a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8579712482232095863?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8579712482232095863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8579712482232095863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8579712482232095863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8579712482232095863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-navajo-wednesday-update.html' title='Mission Navajo Wednesday Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-7512819436715240244</id><published>2009-03-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:29:52.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Mission Navajo Update</title><content type='html'>This morning half of us went to SMASE, which stands for St. Micheals Accosiation for Special Education, and the others went back to the Window Rock Christian Reformed Church. At SMASE they continued to interact with the kids there. They also continued to paint and take inventory. At the church we finished painting the fellowship hall and the entryway. We all met together again at SMASE to eat lunch. From there some of us went to Tohlakai. There we painted a fence and sealed the log cabin. Later in the evening we all met up in the log cabin to eat spaghetti with some of the people we have served. We then returned to base camp, took cold showers, and went to bed. Haha just kidding about the cold showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle (Bucky)&lt;br /&gt;Christian (Bulldog)&lt;br /&gt;Toby (T-Dub)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-7512819436715240244?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7512819436715240244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=7512819436715240244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7512819436715240244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7512819436715240244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-mission-navajo-update.html' title='Tuesday Mission Navajo Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2461806173838719350</id><published>2009-03-16T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:51:53.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Update</title><content type='html'>The four amigas.... 1. Kylee Thiner 2. Jess Bergren 3. Sydney Allen 4. Kate Haven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was one of the best days I have ever had. I got to paint a church here! It was sooooo....messy, but fun. It is sooo amazing to see how God is using us, also how different people are reacting to our work here in AZ. Its my first mission trip! One of the Best things of the day was spilling a gallon of paint in the van, and spending three hours in the car wash with K.J, my dad (greg), and Jeff Kennel wiping off all the paint. That's about all that happened in my day. IT ROCKED!!!! I met my four amigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sydney Allen (Amiga 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun today! Kylee and I went to the church and painted, along with the other dos amigas. We had paint handprints on our jeans from people throwing paint at us. It was pretty funny. The pastor of the church (Will) came by a couple times and was amazed by the amount of paint we put on the walls. (2 coats baby!) We had tons of fun making jokes and builing friendships. At the end of the day, Janelle and Kyle had a kinda surprise birthday party, and it was awesome. Yummy ice cream and we basically sang a book of songs at the end. I felt so connected to God while we were singing: the Holy Spirit was so there. With everyone singing, it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;-Jess (2nd amiga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really fun. I met new people and made new friends. We started off the day painting a church. It was soo much funn :). We got the work done in no time at all.People that came to see our work were very surprised to see how much a bunch of teenagers and two adults got done painting so much in so little time. At the end we kinda had a paint fight with some of the other guys that were also there helping. Jess and i made hand prints on our pants lol hahhahhah. Now I cant wait for tomorrow to go back and finish painting the room. With Love,&lt;br /&gt; - Kylee Thiner (#1 amiga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kaitlyn Haven and I am Sydney's cousin who lives in Arizona. Today was a really fun day. I met alot of new people such as Jess, Kylee, and Courtney. When I went to the church to help paint, my Auntie Janelle tricked everybody by saying ",This is navajo chocolate" when it was really a normal Sneaker Bar. When we went back to the church we got ready for a surprise birthday party.When my Auntie Janelle came in, she was surprised. After that we ate navajo tacos for dinner. Then we cut the cake and ate it. Afterwards, we sang songs. Then everyone went home. &lt;br /&gt;-Kaitlyn (fourth amiga!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2461806173838719350?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2461806173838719350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2461806173838719350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2461806173838719350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2461806173838719350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-update.html' title='Monday Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5418206226636139043</id><published>2009-03-15T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:09:22.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo Saturday/Sunday Update</title><content type='html'>After a safe trip from Ankeny to Ft. Defiance AZ we quickly settled in to our new home, and enjoyed a dinner at a local landmark restaurant called Earls.  We enjoyed the evening getting to know some of the local people we would be working with through out the week.  We were all quite exhausted from the long drive, and excited to curl up in our sleeping bags that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a great day for our team as we enjoyed our second day in the southwest.  In the morning, we helped out with a local church service.  We led the worship with a makeshift band comprised of 6 of our team members, and Jeff Kennel gave the message.  It was a good experience for us as we were able to encourage this small local church.  After worship we had a potluck lunch with the church members.  We were treated to Navajo Tacos (a homemade fry bread topped with beans, beef,and traditional taco toppings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick change of clothes we all went out to the canyon in Tohlakai. We stopped by a place called Window Rock and had a chance to walk around and enjoy the rock formations. It was a bumpy ride on dirt roads, but it was worth it.  The view was incredible and we got to spend the afternoon riding horses, and hiking in the bluffs of the canyon.  It was easy to see God's hand in the landscape.  We ended the evening cooking burgers and dogs over a campfire as the sun went down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all sleep well tonight after a day of playing in the sun.  Tomorrow we begin work at several local churches and agencies.  More updates to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/rnbergren/Navajo"&gt;Check out some of our favorite pictures so far. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5418206226636139043?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5418206226636139043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5418206226636139043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5418206226636139043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5418206226636139043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-navajo-saturdaysunday-update.html' title='Mission Navajo Saturday/Sunday Update'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3470589470291410629</id><published>2009-03-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:28:23.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Navajo READY TO GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Sbk4F28XnmI/AAAAAAAAANU/b4J_-56m7aY/s1600-h/IMG_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Sbk4F28XnmI/AAAAAAAAANU/b4J_-56m7aY/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312338908759432802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mission Navajo Team is ready to go.  We leave Friday Night at 5:30 and drive straight through to Window Rock, AZ.  Please be in prayer for our team as we seek to serve the Navajo people and show them the love of Christ through our actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3470589470291410629?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3470589470291410629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3470589470291410629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3470589470291410629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3470589470291410629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-navajo-ready-to-go.html' title='Mission Navajo READY TO GO'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/Sbk4F28XnmI/AAAAAAAAANU/b4J_-56m7aY/s72-c/IMG_1690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2829779319640916806</id><published>2009-01-19T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:23:25.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa 1/19/09</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday! This will be the first full week of school for the children at Bethesda.  The students were anxious for class again.  As they continue their devotions and theme on Loving God More.  Today the 3rd- 6th graders recited Matthew 22:37 and from this added Exodus 20:3-4 and talked about having other God's/idols.  In relation to them they discussed all the "stuff" they liked and that it was OK to like certain things but, not to let this come before their devotion time, prayer time, their Bible reading time. They also discussed all the "stuff" they hold on to which has little to no value.  Classes 1-2 focused on Deuteronomy 6:5.  As the children sang their praise and worship songs my eyes teared up again.  I realize that this will be one of the last mornings to spend with them during this special time of devotions.  It has been such a joy watching the children eagerly talk about God and their desire to learn more.  &lt;br /&gt;    There is extra excitement at the school as tomorrow there will be an open house for all of the parents to get to visit with the teachers and get a quick snap shot of expectations and school curriculum.  I had the joy of baking muffins and banana bread for the brunch they will serve.  During the brunch tomorrow I will be with grade one.  I was super excited and was hoping to read a story to the children until the teacher told me 4 students speak no English.  OOPS I guess that won't work.  I think they will be working on worksheets and break time will work in any language.  So looking forward to this.  &lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday was great to experience church again in a small village church where Rev. Phago, better know as Jones, preaches.  His church meets in a day care center.  The music is just voices led mostly by his wife.  There is clapping, dancing and very obvious that the spirit is present.  His preaching is bold and he really picks apart the scripture to a deeper understanding.  After church they invited me to their home for lunch.  I feel very comfortable in their home as I helped put finishing touches on the lovely meal and assisted in dishing up the five younger children's plates.  Afterwards I sat out on the stewp, (porch) and took the braided extensions out of their oldest daughter's hair.  It created a great time for visiting.  After this her mother then began to re braid her hair into corn braids.  This presented a very intament setting of daughter setting on the ground and Momma on a chair with her daughters head laying in her lap as she braided her hair.  It was a great time of sharing.  Other children were playing in the yard and would run up and talk and run off again screaming and laughing.  A perfect setting for a perfect day.  That evening I went to church with Lois, John, and Jo Anna to Mixon's church in Pretoria.  This church was a beautiful building and had a western flare to the feel of it's service.  The music was lead by a small praise team.  The minister took the scripture and related it to current circumstances.  Each service was wonderful but such a contrast.  How great our God is, for no matter where we are, how we do worship if our hearts are seeking He is there.  &lt;br /&gt;     Tomorrow after being with the 1st Grade class I will be leaving Bethesda and will be going north for about a 1 1/2 hours trip to Shikwaru Lodge which is own by Dr. Blessmen from Polk City.  He does medical missions in the area.  I will not be able to hook up with one of his medical teams but hope to find out more about their missions.  I wanted to do this especially since I was so close to his location in Africa and since he is also so close to our location in Ankeny.  I will be at this site for two days.  On Thursday 1/22/09 at 11:59 P.M. I will be flying out of Johannesburg back to Iowa.  Pray for safe travels to Blessmen's ministry and back home.  Pray that my heart is open to all that God has to show me.  Pray for Bethesda and for God's blessing to continue to fall upon this wonderful ministry that has God right in the center of all that it does.  Pray for all of their teachers and for Lois and John as they continue to give direction to this ministry. Pray for the loving house parents and for the beautiful children that make up all of the families.  In Christ,  Sandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2829779319640916806?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2829779319640916806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2829779319640916806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2829779319640916806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2829779319640916806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa-11909.html' title='Africa 1/19/09'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2260537651074843014</id><published>2009-01-17T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:06:22.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa 1/17/09</title><content type='html'>Friday started at 8:00 in the school for devotions.  The children recited thier bible verse Matthew 22:37 and continued the theme of loving God more.  Today they focused on Galations 5:22 the fruit of the spirit. This being what you receive as you love God more.  Again they sang songs of praise and worship.  The spirits of the children become bold and free as they sing unto the Lord.  They dance, clap and beam with joy and love for God.  They sang one of my favorite songs that they do.  Cast your burdens upon the Lord, because he cares for you.  Each time they sing and dance my spirit is also lifted and my eyes well up with tears as you feel the love of the Spirit come around everyone of us.  It is a great experience to be a part of.  &lt;br /&gt;    Today Laura, the intern, must leave for Cape Town.  I went with Lois and her to the airport to see her off.  She was a real joy for the children with her playful, joyful spirit.  We pray that God will be with her on the rest of her travels and that she will see the magnificence of God in all of the new things she is about to experience.  I had a great day spending it with Lois.  We had great conversation and it is so easy to see the wisdom, love, and God's descernment that comes out in every word that she chooses to say.  I was blessed with her grace all day.  She took me by South Africa's president's home and the lovely gardens that surround it.  We took a short stroll through the gardens.  While doing this she received another call from a social worker in regards to placement for another orphan.  The need is so great here and they have been accepted as one of the best places to call when the need arises.  It has been so amazing to me to see the unlimited amount of dedication, love, joy, and service that the Bethesda staff continue to give freely to the children and families under their care.  It truly is of God for there is no other way that they could continue to have the strength to sustain such a loving, joyous, caring and servent attitude.  I have been blessed to see this with my own eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;     There has been daily struggles that have taken place.  There has been problems the past 3 days with their pumb/water system and the purified drinking water has been very limited.  There is plenty of water for cleaning, and bathing as this is coming from their ground well. This we are not able to drink from the faucet so we have attempted to fill water pitchers during a short span of time each day in which we can get usually  3 gallons of drinking water for staff to use.  Last night the electricity went off for several hours but was restored again to full power.  Nothing that has been of any inconvience.  &lt;br /&gt;     Staying behind after other team members have left has given my a new feel for missions.  I have soon realized that you do not become lonely, as you now become a member of the staff that is here.  It is easy to fit in as you work as a team in glorifing the Lord in what ever task you are doing.  I have truly realized that there is joy in everything when done for the Lord.  I have experienced the building up and the encouragement needed in the body of Christ to help it continue its work in Glorifying the Lord.  Encouragement is a daily element for Christ's body to function.  It is easily all held together through the love for one another, for without love we have nothing.  I thank God for Bethesda, for the tireless love of the staff and for the great things that will continue to grow from Bethesda as God continues to bless this place and the Glory of the Lord continues to blossom and mushroom as the children grow and share their love for Christ with others.  With God nothing is impossible and we can do all things through God.  Continue to praise God for the love and grace that he has placed upon the children here and for the direction and strength of the staff to continue God's well here.  I thank God for the time that has been given me to spend here, for what He has shown me and for the love and support of the family of God here, at home, and to others around the world I still do not know.   Paise God,  Sandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2260537651074843014?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2260537651074843014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2260537651074843014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2260537651074843014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2260537651074843014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa-11709.html' title='Africa 1/17/09'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8669660463886525248</id><published>2009-01-15T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:57:50.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa1/15/09</title><content type='html'>Much excitement has filled the air at Bethesda this week.  School started on Wed. 1/14/09.  It was fun watching the children come as much as a 1/2 hour early for school with new uniforms on and back packs slung on their backs.  Laura, an intern, and I had the joy of helping the teachers over the past two days prepare the rooms for the arrival of the children.  The rooms truly do look like a fun and exciting place for the children.  God continues to bless Bethesda for on the first day of school they had a total of 10 towns children enrolled and plus four additional towns children came to enroll that day.  One child's aunt came and stated that her sister had just died and there were 3 siblings.  The younger two will live with Grandma and the oldest with her.  She stated that she wanted him to come to Bethesda for school as she has heard only great things about Bethesda and that they truly knew how to care for orphans.  The similar story still makes my eyes well up with tears as I realize and feel the pain for these children but, I also see and feel the grace that God is providing through Bethesda.  There was also a group of 3 people who toured Bethesda in hopes to start another orphanage in the area.  I think that this group may have questioned as our group did when we first arrived.  Why is the number of children here only 32 when it is such a great program?  John explains "God created the family."  This is what makes this place so special that each child is given the chance to have a loving mother and father and to be brought up in the christain home setting.  The goal being to make desciples for Christ, not just to provide food, clothing and schooling.&lt;br /&gt;     Today I actually got to set in on the full day of class and was the teachers aide.  I was assigned one girl for the morning to help her with her D.O.L. as she still struggles some with the English.  In the afternoon I was able to assist some of the students with math.  I was in grade 3-4 with a total of 8 students.  Every morning the school has devation.  The theme this year is "Love God More"  The children discussed what it looks like when you love yourself more then God and what it lookes like when you are loving God more.  From this they sang songs of worship and yes you can guess those great African drums came out.  There were 3 drums that different students played as the children lifted their praises to the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;     There is an empty flatt that is being prepared for another set of house parents to move into which they hope to have placed by end of Feb or first of March.  This will allow for 6-8 more children to be placed.  They received a call today for a possible adoption.  The staff at Bethesda truly have God in the very center of their work, thoughts and daily tasks.&lt;br /&gt;    We have experienced some sudden heavy rains.  Tuesday was our coolest day which was in the 70's and overcast with light rain all day.  Wed. we were up in the 80's again but by mid to late afternoon suddenly a very heavy rain storm came with strong winds.  It was raining sideways.  There was close to several inches in a short time.  Today weather was sunny with temps in 80's.  &lt;br /&gt;     Making an extended stay has allowed me to see the site functioning in a more normal fashion.  It has been a delight to see the love, compassion for all of the children from all of the staff members being a normal part of their lives.  As the staff continues to bless the children with their serving God continues to bless Bethesda as a whole.  I am learning to serve and find joy in doing ordinary task of mopping, washing and hanging clothes out on the clothes line, running errands for teachers, making name cards, hugging children, and just stopping what ever I am doing and visiting with children or house parents.  If we could all slow down, stop multi-tasking and being in the moment I know God would be smiling.  God Bless,  Sandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8669660463886525248?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8669660463886525248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8669660463886525248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8669660463886525248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8669660463886525248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa11509.html' title='Africa1/15/09'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-6227744364221804370</id><published>2009-01-11T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:46:03.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa 1/12/09</title><content type='html'>As I write this all of my other team members are in the air returning back home, pray for their safe travel and for rest as they travel.  I will attempt to recapture our last 2 days at Bethesda as a full team and will try to keep you updated when able to my extended stay.  On Saturday we were allowed to go to an open market in Hartbeesport which is in a NW Provence one hour away.  The drive went fast as we were able to experience the changing landscape of the open meadows and tall grass to rolling hills covered with a green grass and dotted with trees.  In the distance a mountian range was approaching.  At the market there were many shops under one roof.  The merchants expect buyers to barder so we all had fun with this.  There was much to see, hear, feel, and smell in the open market.  We stayed there about 2-2 1/2 hours which even went fast for the non-shoppers.  From there we headed about another hour NW in to Pilanesberg where we went to Manyane Gate Pilanesberg National Park.  We did a game drive for 3 hours and was blessed with beautiful terrane and the sighting of a rhino, dazzel (herd) of Zebras playing with wildebeast.  A herd of 6 elephants, Many groupings of spring buck and impalas.  We saw about 5 hippo's lazily floating in a lake.  Many different kinds if birds, wart hogs and we were greated by 6 babbooms as we first entered.  In the distance we heard a lion roar, Our guide took us around the lake to hopefully spot it but we were not able to see it.  As we were heading back to the game lodge God blessed us with the sighting of a male giraffe eating leaves from the top of a tree.  After watching him for a while he gracefully strolled off.  We were also blessed with a beautiful sun set as we left the park.  The sun was setting behing two mountains and as it lowered between the two it shown colors of red, orange purple, blue and violet.  Most spectacular.  Sunday we were able to go to another African church service that was lead by one of the house parents.  It was a great experience worshiping with the body of Christ. They have a 1/2 hour of innerscory prayer, 1/2 hour of bible study, 1/2 hour of worship and 1 1/2 hour of service time for the message.  The South African's have no inhibitions when they Praise the Lord.  There was singing, clapping, dancing and hugging through out the entire time of worship.  What a site to see and hear and be a part of.  At 3:30 all of the families came to the team center and gave us a farewell service.  It was very moving.  They thanked us for the part of our spirit that we left with them.  The encouragement and love that we showed them.  For us we will all come back changed.  For me it has been a great journey of experiencing God, feeling his Grace, His love, His protection, His faithfulness.  As we are all on a journey of salvation the changes that take place on mission trips makes major steps towards are walk with Christ and experiencing the body of Christ oceans apart.  May we uphold and incourage one another for the Glory of God.  In Christ,  Sandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-6227744364221804370?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6227744364221804370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=6227744364221804370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6227744364221804370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6227744364221804370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa-11209_11.html' title='Africa 1/12/09'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3439706529861291987</id><published>2009-01-11T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:13:29.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa 1/12/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3439706529861291987?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3439706529861291987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3439706529861291987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3439706529861291987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3439706529861291987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa-11209.html' title='Africa 1/12/09'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-7949550396485345282</id><published>2009-01-08T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:19:29.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Jan 9, 2009</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends and family!  This note is being written in 90-degree weather at 8am in Hammanskraal South Africa.  We are preparing  for our day of work with a local hospice center in a township near here called Soshanguve.  A local Christian woman associated with the nearby church runs the hospice.  We will go into the township, an area of tin shacks, no running water, extreme heat and extreme poverty.  Our team will split up with hospice workers and go to specific homes of ill people.  We are expecting to wash linens, help bathe, help give medications, and provide love and comfort.  It will be an exhausting yet fulfilling day.  We will write a blog later about it.    Earlier this week we finished work on the local school building.  We installed a wall to provide extra room for the growing Christian school and completed the preparation for another school year to start next week.  We all have been a part of construction, insulation, cleaning, painting, dry wall installation.  Yesterday we had a "play day" with the local kids.  There are 30 children who live in this compound.  We have to remind ourselves that these children were orphaned or abandoned.  Some of them were left in garbage dumpsters as infants, others were orphaned and left alone in the streets as young children.  Now, they seem like any other American child:  energetic, giggly, loving to play games, thanks to the love and support of the staff and house parents here.  During our "play day" we set up an obstacle course, played partner tag, held a scavenger hunt, colored and drew, played duck duck goose, played water games and relay games.  It was fun and HOT!  After some rest time, last night we watched a movie that is very similar to the lives of some of these children.  It showed the life of an orphaned "street" child, just fighting for his survival.  It was very moving.  The movie was titled "Beat The Drum".  This is a place of contrast.  Confusing contrast.  There are extremes of life here:  riches and poverty, joy and sorrow, educated and uneducated, beauty of nature and ugliness of tin shacks, sickness and health, love and hate, Jesus and medicine men, tin shack Christian churches with loud accapella music and large brick Christian churches with modern instruments.  We've seen it all.  Confusing.  We continue to trust that Jesus will use us as needed.  And we look forward to seeing all of you again soon.  -Jocelyn Bruce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-7949550396485345282?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7949550396485345282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=7949550396485345282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7949550396485345282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7949550396485345282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-jan-9-2009.html' title='Friday, Jan 9, 2009'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4342444027831518384</id><published>2009-01-03T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:25:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 3, 2009- Apartheid Museum</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update of our group's progress in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we finished up some work on the Bethesda schoolhouse. Now the floors and windows shine and the new wall is close to completion.&lt;br /&gt; Last night our group split up and enjoyed a deliscious dinner with three of the local families. We also enjoyed playing with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Today we visited the Apartheid Museum, a museum that explains the segregation of the whites and the Africans and also documents the Africans revolution to overthrow the racism.&lt;br /&gt;The museum taught us a lot about the history of South Africa, and also explaining how South Africa came to be the nation it is.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... more updates later!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4342444027831518384?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4342444027831518384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4342444027831518384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4342444027831518384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4342444027831518384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-3-2009-apartheid-museum.html' title='January 3, 2009- Apartheid Museum'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2181981325580972989</id><published>2009-01-01T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:01:59.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1, 2009- Happy New Year From South Africa!</title><content type='html'>After three planes, thirty hours of traveling, and countless packages of pretzels; our team arrived safely at Bethesda, South Africa (north of Pretoria.)&lt;br /&gt;Bethesda is a small village/mission group that has greatly improved the lives of 32 orphans. The children are put in homes with Christian foster parents and 4-7 other children. The people in these homes soon become their family. Bethesda also has a small- but very good- school.&lt;br /&gt;A Christian organization like Bethesda is a much-needed help in an area torn by extreme poverty, hunger, violence, AIDS, and disease. 14-year-olds or younger often manage families single-handedly if their parents die, those lucky enough to have homes often live in tin shacks, and children as young as 18 months are left to the streets. The children at Bethesda came from situations like these.  &lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, however, our group was too worn-out from jet lag to jump right into mission work; so we introduced ourselves to the children and to Bethesda. We also realized the people managing Bethesda work extremely hard- most juggle two jobs on top of managing their families. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we helped the Matjeni family move in to their new home. We washed windows, cleaned carpet, caulked windows, played soccer with the kids, and enjoyed all the food that was prepared for us. Later in the afternoon we drove back to Bethesda where we had dinner and celebrated New Year's Eve with the Shikwambe family. After they left, our group played a fanatical version of Extreme Around-The-World Ping-Pong to exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;So far today we have been enjoying the New Year by working on the school-house. The guys are building a wall to seperate the first and second grade classrooms, and the women are cleaning the windows and floors.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, we plan to build, clean, and minister in several other areas of South Africa. &lt;br /&gt;Bye for now and happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2181981325580972989?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2181981325580972989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2181981325580972989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2181981325580972989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2181981325580972989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-1-2009-happy-new-year-from.html' title='January 1, 2009- Happy New Year From South Africa!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8999500125566410553</id><published>2008-12-16T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:05:57.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa Team... Ready to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SUgKDzdm41I/AAAAAAAAAMg/-vx6PL9KSwc/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SUgKDzdm41I/AAAAAAAAAMg/-vx6PL9KSwc/s400/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280481623562183506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be in prayer for the Africa Team (left to right): Sarah Brandsen, Sandy Stewart, LuAnne Brandsen, Vicki Benshoof, Jim Brandsen, Jocelyn Bruce, and Gabe Bruce as they travel to South Africa December 28 - January 12.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8999500125566410553?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8999500125566410553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8999500125566410553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8999500125566410553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8999500125566410553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/africa-team-ready-to-go.html' title='Africa Team... Ready to go!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SUgKDzdm41I/AAAAAAAAAMg/-vx6PL9KSwc/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5162151499433160303</id><published>2008-08-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:18:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil Reflections ~ Richard Ash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SKLeqYNj7EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ai1zq_whch8/s1600-h/dick+ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SKLeqYNj7EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ai1zq_whch8/s320/dick+ash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990536593140802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, the two week mission trip to Lar Batista Biblico, in Assis Chateaubriand, Parana, Brazil, has come and gone.  I am still trying to recover from the travel, the excitement, and the many beautiful images of the land, culture and people of Brazil.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to thank each of you for supporting our team on this very important mission trip.  Through your prayers, cards, letters and financial help we were able to reach out and touch the hearts of 44 young and very impressionable children of God.  They have been blessed by their family at Lar, and we were very blessed to be with them, to get to know them, and be touched by their excitement that we were there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lar in Portuguese means “home” and that is exactly what Lar Batista is – a Baptist Christian home!  Joaquim Fragoso, known as Pai, Portuguese for father, founded Lar as a non-profit home for children in 1976.  In the 32 years the home has been in existence more than 650 children have found family, friends and the Lord at the home. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of the children learn from an early age at Lar what it means to depend upon the Lord, what a good family environment is like, and how to share love and responsibilities with brothers and sisters.  Miracles are a part of the children’s vocabulary as well as a part of their childhood memories.  Most started their lives with anguish and disappointment as children, and through the grace of God, found themselves being loved and cared for by those at Lar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our primary purpose was to build relationships with the children.  To show them the love of Christ and to help them know they were loved and had value.  The children were on winter break from school, so we had a lot of quality time with them all day.  By partnering with them in evangelism, we help teach them they are loved by God and can be used by God to reach others with the Good News of Christ’s love.  Natalie, one of our team members, a pediatric physician, was able to give 40 of the children physical exams and give those at the home guidance on handling medications and health concerns of the children.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai loves to tell the stories of how Lar Batista came to be, and the many adventures he has been through to accomplish things on the campus.  The Chapel is the latest addition, and the story has taken about six years to get to a point of almost being complete.  It required the acquisition of a block of street from the city so that the Chapel could be built on the site Pai had envisioned.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the building is nearing completion with just interior finishes to be completed.  Furniture and furnishings will await help from the many that support the home, but as Pai continues praying for the Lord to provide those things needed everywhere at Lar, those needs will soon come to past.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission team brings back a lot of memories and inspirations that will have a prolonged and profound affect on each and every one of us.  A return trip is most certainly a possibility in the future.  Seeing and greeting the children again would be a real blessing to us.  The Lord brought us together for His purpose and only through him were we able to reach out and touch the lives of His innocent and precious children.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thank you again for the support you gave to our mission team.  Through your thoughts and prayers we were successful in God purpose.   I wish you the blessings of God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5162151499433160303?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5162151499433160303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5162151499433160303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5162151499433160303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5162151499433160303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/brazil-reflections-richard-ash.html' title='Brazil Reflections ~ Richard Ash'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SKLeqYNj7EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ai1zq_whch8/s72-c/dick+ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-7468729577362152375</id><published>2008-08-12T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:19:50.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil - Trip Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SKGNunUCHaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MS4BMUTsDag/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SKGNunUCHaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MS4BMUTsDag/s320/Untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233620073947733410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lar Batista Reflection &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, as I have been back in the states for a week now, I pray that I will keep my renewed sense of mission and my increased desire for You to work through me from getting buried in the reentry process.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Not that I am referring to being in need; for I have learned to be content with               whatever I have.  I know what it is to have little, and I know what it is to have plenty.  In any and all circumstance I have learned to secret of being well fed and of going hungry, of having plenty and of being in need.  I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.”  Phil. 4L11-13.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things aren’t as important to me anymore as are people and the time I spend with those I love.  Keep me that way, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not a single day goes by without me praying for my Lar family.  Anytime I enter a store, I think of how little they have and yet they are exceedingly happy.  That picture alone is a good reminder for me not to buy what I don’t need.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being at Lar has caused me to reflect on the following questions frequently:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;•    Do I own things or do they own me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;•    To what extent is my self-image caught up in what I have instead of who I am?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;•    How can I simplify my lifestyle, and in that process find ways to channel what I save into missions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Do not love the world or the things in the world.  The love of the father is not in those who love the world; for all that is in the world-the desire of the flesh, the desire of the eyes, the pride in riches-comes not from the Father, but from the world.  And the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God live forever.” I John 2:15-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Pittman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-7468729577362152375?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7468729577362152375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=7468729577362152375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7468729577362152375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/7468729577362152375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/brazil-trip-reflections.html' title='Brazil - Trip Reflections'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SKGNunUCHaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MS4BMUTsDag/s72-c/Untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4296601060358962732</id><published>2008-07-20T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:12.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Six and Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOFoAU9xmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5hBhTIUq0I0/s1600-h/_DSC4906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225166915009103458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOFoAU9xmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5hBhTIUq0I0/s320/_DSC4906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our team has been busy bonding with the children and making them feel special. We gave all of the children here a giant birthday party complete with birthday cards, superhero decorations, birthday cards, cotton candy, and a giant chocolate birthday cake. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOE3xzcVVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9clJG6pVY9M/s1600-h/_DSC4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225166086476682578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOE3xzcVVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9clJG6pVY9M/s320/_DSC4751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOE4LhR3CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cZN5TmkD4eY/s1600-h/_DSC4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225166093379820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOE4LhR3CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cZN5TmkD4eY/s320/_DSC4796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pai and his son tell Dick about the vision for the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOE4uamZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxYwwrg1gmw/s1600-h/_DSC4836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225166102747047762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOE4uamZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fxYwwrg1gmw/s320/_DSC4836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225161856435115058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOBBjq8VDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uKyoL5G6LAU/s320/_DSC4291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOC0Vl8CaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6cjJH2POKms/s1600-h/_DSC4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225163828340984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOC0Vl8CaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6cjJH2POKms/s320/_DSC4463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOC02UTgqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bDoaURAj4DU/s1600-h/_DSC4594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225163837125395106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOC02UTgqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bDoaURAj4DU/s320/_DSC4594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mai, the mother of the house, is busy at work cooking for over fifty hungry mouths every meal every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOC1C4EUII/AAAAAAAAAJg/NEn5zL99x14/s1600-h/_DSC4711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225163840496619650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOC1C4EUII/AAAAAAAAAJg/NEn5zL99x14/s320/_DSC4711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took most of the week but Natalie finished all the physical exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOBBQ1hOsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Ib9_HwHkUsQ/s1600-h/_DSC4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225161851379202754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOBBQ1hOsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Ib9_HwHkUsQ/s320/_DSC4163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabriel flips for the camera. The children have lots of energy and find creative ways to use that energy. Many of boys have tremendous talent for tumbling and aren't afraid to do flips on the cement or do backflips off of walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOBB0FScaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/D9S9wOQbMlA/s1600-h/_DSC4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225161860840583586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOBB0FScaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/D9S9wOQbMlA/s320/_DSC4408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One night we threw candy to the children from the balcony of the guest house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4296601060358962732?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4296601060358962732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4296601060358962732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4296601060358962732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4296601060358962732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-six-and-seven.html' title='Days Six and Seven'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIOFoAU9xmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5hBhTIUq0I0/s72-c/_DSC4906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5971995870311492682</id><published>2008-07-18T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:14.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Four and Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our team continues to be amazed at how God is at work here at Lar Batista. Every child has a unique story and most of the stories did not start pretty. The trauma that they have experienced was great but our God is greater. This place is a living testimony of God's grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224437998468766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDurenIm1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/z3TrWKRqdJE/s320/Lar+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today had the tremendous opportunity to meet with the mayor of Assis Chateubriand. Lar Batista has a great relationship with the community and the mayor has been very helpful to the Lar Batista mission. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224440157969597698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDwpLYQRQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2mjl4SGlPK0/s320/Lar+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the chapel that is nearly finished. It is only by God's grace that Lar Batista obtained the land and built the structure but Lar does not have the funds to purchase furniture for it. In the future the chapel will serve as a center for prayer, counceling, and worship - not only to the children of Lar but for the entire community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of our time here is spent just playing with the children and showing them the love of Jesus. You can tell that they really have a good time here and our entire team does as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224442665951883618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDy7KV08WI/AAAAAAAAAII/GKPItRhndH4/s320/Lar+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224442669278738626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDy7WvAuMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0L61twuL7mM/s320/Lar+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224442674404795954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDy7p1KJjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-qF8afks0DE/s320/Lar+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224442676423047026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDy7xWWN3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Q6G7z8Rc-Ac/s320/Lar+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224443431486311410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDznuLdS_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OHmb_w5X3xk/s320/Lar+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224444428082907474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SID0huymiVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FRA5nUamCeY/s320/Lar+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5971995870311492682?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5971995870311492682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5971995870311492682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5971995870311492682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5971995870311492682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-four-and-five.html' title='Days Four and Five'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SIDurenIm1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/z3TrWKRqdJE/s72-c/Lar+316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3807460205313535933</id><published>2008-07-16T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:15.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three - The Farm</title><content type='html'>Today for our devotions we read Psalm 127. The whole Psalm spoke volumes to us but the verses that jumped out to all of us were verse 1 - Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it... and verse 3 - Children are a gift of the Lord. It is evident that the Lord has built a special place for the wonderful kids here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH5cwzFqR6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WhWpGYcLo5w/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714611213780898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH5cwzFqR6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WhWpGYcLo5w/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jefferson, now from Ankeny, has been enjoying reconnecting with his home and the kids here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH5cxJJ_KrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mylsHVtzf2U/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714617137506994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH5cxJJ_KrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mylsHVtzf2U/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning we visited the farm, a special place just outside the city, where the kids have a chance to run, play and work. The farm brings in a small amount of revenue that helps make ends meet. It was amazing to hear the story about how Lar obtained the farm- it was entirely a miraculous work of the Lord. By faith Pai had fish ponds dug even though there was no water on the land to fill them. The Lord provided water and He continues to provide for the home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3807460205313535933?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3807460205313535933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3807460205313535933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3807460205313535933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3807460205313535933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-three-farm.html' title='Day Three - The Farm'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH5cwzFqR6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WhWpGYcLo5w/s72-c/Prairie+Ridge+Group+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3839613149345294320</id><published>2008-07-15T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:17.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two - Physical Exams</title><content type='html'>Today the team cared for the children by giving them physical exams. Natalie diagnosed many conditions that can be treated with medicine she brought. Each team member had a job: Sharon took blood pressures, Dick took temperatures, Jon took pictures, Susie measured heights, Cheryl and Jeff played in the "waiting room" with children waiting their turn, and Natalie performed thorough examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEMcSHoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZaTrQPSmGy0/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333413902229122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEMcSHoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZaTrQPSmGy0/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allan had to prove that he was as tall as Susie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEc78FKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmLwdYl0V2o/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333418329969826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEc78FKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmLwdYl0V2o/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eduardo gets a second and third opinion on his healthy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEv7F5iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/koeNI6XIHdM/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333423426692642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEv7F5iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/koeNI6XIHdM/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two year old Vagner quickly earned the title of chief cardiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CErPbWdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q69qn4BefKE/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333422169807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CErPbWdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q69qn4BefKE/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone recieved a new toothbrush and instructions to brush twice a day, so that they can keep their beautiful smiles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223333398712426210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CDT2wHuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lvLsS6PPYrk/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223334201315325346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CyByMdaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Lbl2nZT7Ypg/s320/Prairie+Ridge+Group+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We recieved a tour of the nearly completed chapel pictured above and heard the story about how the land that the chapel was built on used to be a city street. Pai, the father of the house, had a vision to build a chapel and after years of prayer Lar obtained the land from the city. Funding for the chapel came entirely from generous gifts. Pai showed us the newly planted garden, inspired by his recent trip to Israel and the gardens he saw there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3839613149345294320?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3839613149345294320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3839613149345294320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3839613149345294320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3839613149345294320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-two-physical-exams.html' title='Day Two - Physical Exams'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SH0CEMcSHoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZaTrQPSmGy0/s72-c/Prairie+Ridge+Group+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5367616467879911153</id><published>2008-07-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:20.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team arrives at Lar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHucxrNPLMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PQkfEzysnIA/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222940570091990210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHucxrNPLMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PQkfEzysnIA/s200/Prairie+Ridge+Group+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222941257940546226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHudZtpHMrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ezDpVMsD7JU/s200/Prairie+Ridge+Group+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our journey began bright and early, leaving Des Moines and heading to Atlanta. From Atlanta we were delayed about three hours due to inclement weather. During the delay we waited on board the plane where Natalie´s medical expertise came in handy as a fellow passenger was having chest pains. The passenger ended up being alright. We were all thankful for Natalie and look forward to how God will use her here at Lar Batista. Because of the delay in Atlanta we ended up missing our flight out of Sao Paulo. We were rescheduled for the next morning´s flight to Iguaçu Falls. The voyage was long and tiring but seeing the kids at Lar Batista helps us to know why God sent us here. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHudZ3aUVuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/71t80DMLh0A/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222941260562847458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHudZ3aUVuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/71t80DMLh0A/s200/Prairie+Ridge+Group+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting aquainted and reaquainted with the kids at Lar.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHudaCnsEoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I7farTIBifY/s1600-h/Prairie+Ridge+Group+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222946481029627938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHuiJvKlwCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mM_fVAhonao/s200/Prairie+Ridge+Group+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222941263571718786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHudaCnsEoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I7farTIBifY/s200/Prairie+Ridge+Group+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5367616467879911153?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5367616467879911153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5367616467879911153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5367616467879911153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5367616467879911153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/team-arrives-at-lar.html' title='Team arrives at Lar!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SHucxrNPLMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PQkfEzysnIA/s72-c/Prairie+Ridge+Group+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1560317614921038736</id><published>2008-06-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:07:17.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karie -&lt;/span&gt; Spending a week at the children's home in Honduras was amazing! I could really see God at work. We started off strong with our painting project, we were ahead of schedule and getting things done faster than we had anticipated. We had cool cloudy weather for the first few days. Then the sun came out….and we could see many different shades of our 'melon' colored paint all over the place. Since we mixed the 5 gallon bucket of paint ourselves, each bucket came out a slightly different shade. So we decided to go over each room with a 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; coat being careful to only use paint from one bucket so that it all blended evenly. Looking back at it now, I can see how to apply it to my life. Often I do things in my life that I think look good on the cloudy days, but once they get into the sunlight I can see my mistakes. When I give those things to God, he is my source of light- I can clearly see what areas need improvement.     &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;And for me, it takes practice and some help to do things right- that's what I learned from the tortillas! One afternoon I had some free time and Marianna was making tortillas, I walked over there and soon enough Pastor Alex said something about me helping with the tortillas. My Spanish isn't very good so I'm not sure what he said but I can't help but wonder if he just thought it would be funny to see me try! I watched Marianna shape a few tortillas out of the dough and thought this doesn't look so hard. But no sooner had I tried to make my first one that Lisbeth was next to me shaking her head and pointing that I should put that back in the bowl of dough and try again. Marianna started shaping them for me so that all I had to do was flatten them- those turned out much better than when I tried to do it all on my own!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel that was another lesson God taught me, that we all have our own role to play and when we work together we can accomplish so much more than on our own. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, it was an incredible trip. I loved getting to know all the children and playing with them- especially Candyland! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1560317614921038736?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1560317614921038736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1560317614921038736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1560317614921038736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1560317614921038736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-reflections.html' title='More reflections'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2086486281281632271</id><published>2008-06-23T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:18:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras Mission Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cs60.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/485fe909625ac41c/46928cc5788deb29/8678eb68/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2086486281281632271?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2086486281281632271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2086486281281632271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2086486281281632271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2086486281281632271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/honduras-mission-highlights.html' title='Honduras Mission Highlights'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1309845918388454806</id><published>2008-06-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:56:51.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Teresa - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Two weeks after returning from Honduras, my thoughts immediately go to the kids at the Children’s Home!  They are such wonderful kids and seem so happy there.  It really feels like a family atmosphere and it’s obvious how much each child is cared for and loved.  I know their happiness is due to the people who work there and care for them.  The adults who work there also seem happy and content.  Although they don’t have all the comforts many of us in the U.S. do, they appreciate what they do have and really seem to enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I also think of the children who come for the feeding program each weekday.  That leads to thoughts of the surrounding community around the Children’s Home.  Many people live in real poverty.  The Children’s Home has been good for the entire surrounding area because of less crime around there since it was built, the feeding program, offering medical care when teams come to the home, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Overall, I think how Dago, his wife and a handful of people followed what the Lord asked of them in building the Children’s Home and trusted God to provide.  Then more people answered God’s call to give to the Children’s Home to provide the money and necessary resources to build it and sustain it.  Over the years, the people working at and giving to the Home, have greatly influenced children for the better who have gotten to live there and who have benefited from its other programs and even it’s mere presence in their community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When we answer God’s call, God will use us, and the resources He’s entrusted to us to His Glory.  It doesn’t even matter whether we think it will make a difference or whether we think it’s big enough contribution, God can and will use it as He wants and He can do anything with a little or with a lot!  Remember the story about the 5 loaves and 2 fish that Jesus used to feed the multitudes (Matthew 14:13-21).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For me personally, I learned that’s why I am to answer any call God gives me.  He knows what He is doing and will use me for His glory if I am obedient.  I really didn’t know why I was supposed to go on this mission trip or if I would be of much use, largely due to physical limitations.  However, God used me and also showed me that I am capable of much more than I thought when I rely on Him.  I knew He was asking me to go to Honduras and the call was followed by confirmation by others in the church that this would be the best mission trip for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I encourage everyone to listen to God’s still small voice, or sometimes His rather loud calling!  Obey what He asks in faith and believe He will provide.  You will learn to lean on and trust Him more.  This is how we learn more about the magnificent character of God.  We get to grow closer to Him and he wants to be our friend!  What an incredible privilege!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Wendy - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;When we made it to Honduras I really didn't know what to expect.  I found a different part of the world so much different then mine.  We count on water to be there whenever we turn on the sink, or electricity to always be on.  If any of this goes wrong we are not happy.  In Honduras it is a part of life.  You make do with what you have and not complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I saw God there at the children's home in many ways, the way they sang there songs, read from the bible, the love in there faces for him.  I knew I could not understand what they said most of the time, but you could see god and feel God there. God has provided for them in many ways. This children's home is a blessing for the children there and for the kids that come to play or eat there.  The adults that help there are amazing! They have 23 kids and more to take care of and always has a smile on there face when doing it.  I know if I had that many kids to take care of everyday I would not have a smile on my face.  I really liked how life there was laid back and not in a rush.  We are in such a rush here that is why we are so stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I know God picked us to go there to see how they live and worship him and to see what an amazing place that is. Also to make good friends. We worked great together on the painting.  We also did good when we had to paint all over again when the paint didn't go so well.  I feel God was telling us we are moving too fast and need to take more time on this project do not be in such a hurry.  I remember Kevin saying some people like to go on mission trips and some will support them.  I know this mission trip was good for me.  I plan on doing more even if they are here or out of the country.  I hope to take my children on some when they get older. I have told my children all about the children's home and how they live. My middle child had so many questions, so I answered them and he still has more. He wants to know it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;When I did get back the first question my husband asked me was would you do it again?  I said right away, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;So I will be not in such a hurry and take the time to breath and look at all the blessings I have .  God has blessed me in many ways with my family, health and all the people around me .  I have learned so much there and from everyone I went with on the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Deb - &lt;/span&gt;A team of 8 people adventured from Prairie Ridge on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; mission trip to the Children’s Home in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Honduras&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left Saturday excited how God would use us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Andrew and Keren Terry were already there, so the 6 of us from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ankeny&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; began our trip together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suzanne, our group leader, had gone the year before and the rest of were going for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t know how quickly God was going to pull us together as a team as our flight in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:city&gt; was canceled from mechanical problems and we needed to figure how to get to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Miami&lt;/st1:city&gt; to make our connecting flight to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Honduras&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two on cell phones and running to the gate with the counter to rebook, we pulled together and added an extra flight through &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;St. Louis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to make our connecting flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all found a way to laugh and just trust God in this predicament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We arrived Sat. night with the whole Honduras Soccer team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was exciting and we joked the media was actually there for our arrival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we realized our luggage didn’t make it, we didn’t let that discourage us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difficult part was that they don’t deliver your luggage the next day when it arrives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pastor Alex had to go back Sunday afternoon and did not return until Sunday evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never a complaint, his wife and the other gal on staff lead the Sunday evening service since their husbands had to drive an hour and half each way to retrieve our luggage.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These women had helped with Sunday morning Sunday school, prepared 3 meals that day and lead the entire services.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their contentment and joy and trusting Lord humbled us all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I mention they cook all their food and it’s over an outdoor wood burning stove?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And wash all their clothes by hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The children were so delightful and we all fell in love them all and found ways to communicate even without a lot of Spanish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They love to play and laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We enjoyed teaching them Skip Bo, Candy Land, Shoots and Ladders and Twister.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They loved the games and even when the power went out and we played in candle light - it didn’t faze them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We painted every morning for around 4 hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We painted the main building of 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, kitchen and large gathering room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found oil paint did not blend well and took 4 days 3 coats to get it to finally look good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was worth the extra work and gave the place a fresh new look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our work seemed insignificant compared to how hard these families work to take care of the facility, children, and run a feeding program 5 days a week for 30 local children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are always singing praise to the Lord and content in where the Lord has put them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were in awe of their incredible commitment and faith in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every day around 3 pm over 50-70 kids showed up to play on the playground and to engage in soccer games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pastor Alex and Manuel would organize the boys into groups and play 10 minute games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of these boys ages 16- 7 didn’t even have shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They played in everything from heat to a major rain storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God has taken one man’s dream and through his faithfulness not only given 23 wonderful children a family but continues to reach out to the poor villages around them. I know the Lord is not done with this ministry and I pray Prairie Ridge is not done supporting such an important mission. &lt;i style=""&gt;“Ephesians:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the equipping of the saints for the work of service, to the building up of the body of Christ.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1309845918388454806?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1309845918388454806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1309845918388454806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1309845918388454806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1309845918388454806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/honduras-reflections.html' title='Honduras Reflections'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-6568849430919202979</id><published>2008-06-09T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:20.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SE1BeDQDS-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dbyWIeNFvro/s1600-h/594722074209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SE1BeDQDS-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dbyWIeNFvro/s200/594722074209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209892328462044130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am came way to early this morning! The bus ride to San Pedro Sula was an hour and half adventure, we don't want to repeat any time soon. The driving and roads in Honduras are not comparable to the US. We got to the airport at 5:20 and got our tickets and made it through security in plenty of time to use the rest of our lempiras for some breakfast. The trip to Miami was uneventful - it was fun to fly over Cuba and the Florida Keys. It is always fun to fly and see the earth from a different vantage point - between the oceans, the clouds, the animals, the mountains...we saw nature as a testament of God's creation. When we landed in Miami and got through customs and passport control, we realized that we had been bumped from our original flight out of Chicago (at 5:40) and put on the flight to Des Moines at 7:00. We were all a little bummed because we were hopping to be home at 7:00. But God is faithful! With the thunderstorms in Chicago they were backed up and we were put in to a holding pattern over Chicago for 30 minutes - we didn't get off the plane until 5:50. So we had plenty of time to get some supper and compare pictures of the week. It was a great feeling to walk down the steps in the Des Moines Airport and see our families waiting for us! We had a great time serving in Honduras but hugs from our families were a great homecoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the children's home visit their blog: http://ministriesoffaith.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-6568849430919202979?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6568849430919202979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=6568849430919202979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6568849430919202979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/6568849430919202979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re home!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SE1BeDQDS-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dbyWIeNFvro/s72-c/594722074209_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2498625424482081668</id><published>2008-06-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:20.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SFGEjJ4t-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HcGbiXSWAKM/s1600-h/282089274209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SFGEjJ4t-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HcGbiXSWAKM/s200/282089274209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211091983328475634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our last day! Today we have already gone shopping and are on our way to the water park (just our group) to cool off since all our work is done. We're getting ready for a party with the kids tonight. We bought a couple of cakes and are getting ice cream. We're going to give them some of the games and toys people at church donated - the rest will be used as birthday and Christmas gifts. The kids loved playing Candyland, Chutes &amp; Ladders, Skip-B0, and Twister! Today is the birthday of Carlitos, so we all sang just for him, and he got a special gift from the many donated by the church.  His face was full of wonder as he took in the chorus of Happy Birthday in Spanish, all for him (usually the children have their birthdays celebrated in groups by month).  They find so much joy in the things we take for granted. I hope to take some of that back with me. A storm rolled in while we were eating cake, so we were left to play games by candlelight.  The kids were sad when bedtime came, and they gave hugs and said their goodbyes to the members of the group.  God provided once again, as the electricity came back on just as we were finishing up our last minute packing for the trip home.  We'll leave at 3 am tomorrow morning!  It´s been a great week in this special place, and we hope you have enjoyed sharing it with us through this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2498625424482081668?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2498625424482081668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2498625424482081668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2498625424482081668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2498625424482081668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SFGEjJ4t-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HcGbiXSWAKM/s72-c/282089274209_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1431885076725081939</id><published>2008-06-06T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:20.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SFFGpiI5oqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/meVYoYk_mZ8/s1600-h/Honduras+June+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SFFGpiI5oqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/meVYoYk_mZ8/s200/Honduras+June+2008+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211023923197092514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day! We finished painting and the third coat looks great! Today was also the day we got to take the kids to the waterpark. All week they had been asking is today the day? It was so fun. For about half the kids it was the first time they had been there - they were so excited! It's hard to describe the smiles and laughter - especially as they went down the slide for the first time. It's smiliar to an American water park but it costs $2.50 - a day's wage in Honduras, so there was only one other family there while we were there. Our day was cut short because of a thunderstorm. We had church at night - the pastor and his wife are on staff at the children's home. They work  all day feeding and taking care of the kids and the groounds and still have time to prepare a full church service (almost all the kids fell asleep during church - they were so tired from their full day. All and all it was a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1431885076725081939?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1431885076725081939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1431885076725081939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1431885076725081939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1431885076725081939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SFFGpiI5oqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/meVYoYk_mZ8/s72-c/Honduras+June+2008+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-451789525330737518</id><published>2008-06-04T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:21.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEwzAx5Q4pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jiDiMX4t9vk/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEwzAx5Q4pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jiDiMX4t9vk/s200/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209594957447357074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beautiful day! God has blessed our weather this week...it has been unseasonably cool. We thought we had finished painting three bedrooms but once the sun came out we saw lots of streaks from the two different buckets of paint...so we started over!  The third coat looks awesome! The melon color is growing on us. This afternoon we started painting the gathering room in the guest house. It started to rain just as all the kids from the feeding program were gathering - we helped serve the kids and gave them some candy. The loved it! For supper tonight we went to this little ¨restaurant¨ in a nearby town - we walked through the living room of the home to get to the eating area and had the best fried chicken in the world!  We also had fried green bananas - they tasted like french fries! Now we´re in town calling home, checking email, and updating the blog...and hoping to find some ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-451789525330737518?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/451789525330737518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=451789525330737518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/451789525330737518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/451789525330737518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEwzAx5Q4pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jiDiMX4t9vk/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-8124796409753458735</id><published>2008-06-04T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:21.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday &amp; Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEvwf52w7kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OMxh5PKsWA8/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEvwf52w7kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OMxh5PKsWA8/s200/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521824881241666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a great day of painting.  It was cooler than normal and we worked great as a team.  After we cleaned up with our cold showers we got ready to enjoy the kids.  Many children come after school and play soccer.  They have so many boys they have to rotate groups for 10 minute games.  At 4 pm 30 kids come for a feeding program monday through friday. I did a lesson and the most fascinating part for me was how excited they were for the color sheet and using the crayons.  One little boy about 2 years old did not want to give up his crayon.  So we let him keep it.  One boy wanted to keep his sheet perfect and wouldn't color on it.  Even with the language barrier, we could smile as they were so proud of their sheets they colored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then helped give out the plates of food to the children. They ate tortillas, beans, cabbage and a fruit drink.  Then the children at the home helped with clean up and then they ate.  The kids at the home are amazing with how they do their own laundry, clean rooms and help out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the evening was when we played with the kids at the childrens home.  We pushed many of the kids on the swings and they learned the word "Push!"  We played until bedtime.  The laughter and their smiles were the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted again and that afternoon lost power for the evening.  After the feeding program with which the kids had helped, we played again with the kids.  It gets dark at 6ish but it didn't seem to bother them.  They had so much fun with Karie's camera taking pictures of themselves and the flash going off.  They were happy with simple things and we played many hand clapping games like "Mary Mack."  The week is flying by and with storms we never know when we will have power.  You can see why they cook on a wood burning stove outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb culligan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-8124796409753458735?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8124796409753458735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=8124796409753458735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8124796409753458735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/8124796409753458735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/mon.html' title='Monday &amp; Tuesday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEvwf52w7kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OMxh5PKsWA8/s72-c/IMG_0981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2133835107089815973</id><published>2008-06-03T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:54:56.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs will be intermittent</title><content type='html'>Electricity is intermittent...so our blogs will be too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2133835107089815973?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2133835107089815973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2133835107089815973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2133835107089815973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2133835107089815973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogs-will-be-intermittent.html' title='Blogs will be intermittent'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-90367757749826400</id><published>2008-06-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:21.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEvu--urneI/AAAAAAAAAFI/09ZNuRsO7bw/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEvu--urneI/AAAAAAAAAFI/09ZNuRsO7bw/s200/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209520159742205410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first full day in Honduras!  We were awakened by our cold showers....then awesome breakfast made by the ladies here.  They cook and clean all day, and this particular day, got to do the church services too...Because our luggage didn´t arrive with our re-routed flights, Alex and Manuel had to go back to the airport for our luggage.  This ended up taking all day before the airport personnel let them have all of our luggage.  The ladies step in and do everything the men normally do in addition to all that the ladies do on a daily basis.  &lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time going to Sunday School and hearing the children sing.  It was so exciting seeing them for the first time!  They are God´s precious children!&lt;br /&gt;We started taking down items from the walls where we were going to paint.  Getting ready for a lot of painting the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;Later they had a church service for any adults or kids in the surrounding communities who can come.  We got to enjoy beautiful singing again and a sermon on the Great Flood...in Spanish¨.... After that we played with the kids the rest of the evening as long as long as we could.  We were swinging, playing football, etc.&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying the wonderful food prepared on a wood burning stove and made with a lot of labor.  We are seeing dishes and clothes being washed by hand outside.  &lt;br /&gt;We will be painting and painting and painting the next days.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-90367757749826400?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/90367757749826400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=90367757749826400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/90367757749826400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/90367757749826400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SEvu--urneI/AAAAAAAAAFI/09ZNuRsO7bw/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3421006270638027108</id><published>2008-06-03T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:36:04.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have arrived...though the blog is late...</title><content type='html'>We left Des Moines on time Saturday morning, but things took a turn after that. We only had a short layover in Chicago, but we hurried to our flight and made it on time. We sat on the plane for about 15 minutes before they told us it would be delayed.....then cancelled. We had part of the team running to the help desk to re-route and the other part on the phone, luckily we made it through so we flew to St. Louis and then on to Miami, then finally to Honduras! We arrived in Honduras to groups of media and people cheering as we came out, waving signs.....well, it might have been for the Honduran soccer team that was also on our flight! Our luggage didn´t make it till Sunday afternoon....luckily they had some extra sheets and towels we were able to borrow at the children´s home! It was exciting to finally be here after our long journey and we were excited for what the week would hold. What does God have in store for us? We will soon see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3421006270638027108?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3421006270638027108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3421006270638027108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3421006270638027108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3421006270638027108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-have-arrivedthough-blog-is-late.html' title='We have arrived...though the blog is late...'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-3028775707333192154</id><published>2008-05-29T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras team ready to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SD7pRqzfUsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wSZ5GJKUrD8/s1600-h/Honduras+Team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SD7pRqzfUsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wSZ5GJKUrD8/s200/Honduras+Team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854709044171458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2008 Honduras Team  (Back) Andrew Terry, Keren Terry, Suzanne Schuknecht,Wendy Den Adel, Jeremy Williams, Teresa Miller, (Front) Karie Just, Deb Culligan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honduras mission team is ready to go and welcomes your prayers as they travel this week.  Please be in prayer for this team for the following things: Clear communication {language barrier}, Good health / No sickness, Safe travel {no lost bags},For the Lord’s will to be done, That lives would be touched, Overcome fears, God would use us in big ways, Joyous attitudes in us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep visiting the blog for trip updates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-3028775707333192154?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3028775707333192154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=3028775707333192154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3028775707333192154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/3028775707333192154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/honduras-team-ready-to-go.html' title='Honduras team ready to go!'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/SD7pRqzfUsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wSZ5GJKUrD8/s72-c/Honduras+Team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-9203506927992651158</id><published>2008-05-20T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:43:50.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulf Coast Mission Trip Recap Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cs6d.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4832f161f0769b52/46928cc5788deb29/4674e45c/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-9203506927992651158?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9203506927992651158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=9203506927992651158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/9203506927992651158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/9203506927992651158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/kj.html' title='Gulf Coast Mission Trip Recap Video'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1428554253005564709</id><published>2008-03-27T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:23.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Trip Reflections</title><content type='html'>We are home safe from our trip to the gulf and thankful to be sleeping in our own beds again.  Upon our return several members of our team wrote their thoughts about their experience which I believe capture the essence of mission trips perfectly.  God was active and working in our team and through our journey.  I hope that you enjoy their stories as much as I do.  -Kevin Jansma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vCu7nxi-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/lN5cgnsKcCk/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vCu7nxi-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/lN5cgnsKcCk/s200/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182449907754175458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On this trip I saw a loosely knit group of individuals come together through many different bonding moments to create a tightly knit team.  I saw God working in opening our eyes to the great need that is still down there.  I learned a lot about life in general on this trip.  Especially in seeing all that Puppy and Sunshine had been through, it reassured me that really no matter what you do or how much you have, as long as God is in your life, everything will be okay.  I'm a worrier who just doesn't want to fail, and meeting them and hearing all their stories reminded me how long life is and how exciting it can be.  I strongly believe that everyone who claims to know Jesus, God in man form that came down and became the "least of these" with no money or assets, should go on at least one mission trip in their life.  The Bible says that helping people in need is exactly like helping Jesus.  What Christian wouldn't want that opportunity?  One of my favorite verses from a mission trip a few years back is James 2:17: "Faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead."  -Jillian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on several mission trips and it never ceases to amaze me at how God blesses the time that you spend on a trip. Close personal relationships are developed, insights into God's character are revealed and people's lives are changed forever. It is impossible to explain how profound a mission trip touches your life. The only way to understand it is to take a leap of faith and sign up for a trip. Everyone should experience at least one mission trip in their life. -Jeff Kennel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vDobnxi_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/t0A3AcvBOKk/s1600-h/Working+at+Puppy%27s+House.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vDobnxi_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/t0A3AcvBOKk/s200/Working+at+Puppy%27s+House.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182450895596653554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the mission trip meant many things to me, my most valued memories came from sharing the experience with my granddaughter, Madison.  It was such a joy to see how God was at work daily in her life.  She willingly did whatever she was asked to do, from pulling out nails, picking up junk, cleaning bathrooms, driving a skid loader, and painting a deck.  These jobs were definitely way out of her comfort zone.  All the while she maintained an upbeat, positive attitude and never complained. At fourteen that had to be a God thing. What a pleasure I had watching her relate to the others on the trip as well as the people for whom we were working.  God gave her the strength to rise early in the morning, work hard the whole day, and still socialize in the evening.  I saw how she accepted people, no matter what their circumstances. She said that she learned people can survive horrible events in their lives, and yet maintain their faith and trust in God. I have always known she was a special girl, but our trip together showed me her deep faith and commitment to God.  I feel very privileged to have shared this experience with her and the other Prairie Ridgers. Because of the wonderful acceptance and support she received from the other trip participants, I'm sure she is looking forward to future mission trips.  -Gordon Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vF4rnxjAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SFCW_gw5xcA/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vF4rnxjAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SFCW_gw5xcA/s200/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182453373792783362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a task oriented person I could have been frustrated by the fact that we could have gotten more done. But when I look back and reflect, it isn’t how much siding, decking or wiring that was completed but rather that we were there fulfilling God’s purpose. The discomfort of sore muscles, sunburn and lack of rest fades when you receive heart felt thanks and realize that you were permitted to extend God’s grace to others. I have come to appreciate and value the other team member’s unique gifts. Who knew talking could be so valued, the gift of caring and hospitality allowed team members to connect with the residents and other team members. We all try to describe the blessing we receive being part of a mission team but words fail us. I would encourage you to experience a mission trip for yourself and find out what we mean. -Craig Smiens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1428554253005564709?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1428554253005564709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1428554253005564709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1428554253005564709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1428554253005564709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-trip-reflections.html' title='Post Trip Reflections'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-vCu7nxi-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/lN5cgnsKcCk/s72-c/IMG_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-4742595986420912114</id><published>2008-03-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:23.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday from Todd's perspective</title><content type='html'>Today was our last full day of work.  It's too bad our week is coming to an end so quickly.  It feels like we're just getting into our routine.  Up at 6am...pack our lunch...breakfast at 6:30am...a brief group devotion...and off to our different work sites for the day by 7:15am...work till 4:30pm...dinner at 5:30...shower...cards, ping pong, etc.,...and lights out and off to bed by 10pm  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with the part of the group that stayed at Camp Gospel in Pass Christian, MS.  We  split up into smaller groups to work at three different sites each day. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-M5eLnxi5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/k8yRMsvXtT0/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-M5eLnxi5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/k8yRMsvXtT0/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180047187084675986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today three of us went to work on a new house being built for a lady named Tammi and her three sons. Tammi and her sons were left homeless after Hurricane Katrina and have been living with relatives for the last two and a half years.  With enough volunteer help, hopefully her home will be ready to move into in the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood were Tammi's previous home once stood and where her new home is being built was flooded with 15 to 20 feet of water.  Nearly every home was completely destroyed or damaged beyond prepare.  Over half are still gone with no indication that they will be replaced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned from a Pass Christian resident last night that only 40 percent of the people that lived in Pass Christian have returned since the storm.  Looking at Tammi's neighborhood this is easy to believe.  However, I still wonder why.  From the stories we've heard, I think the reasons vary from person to person and family to family.  They were under insured...didn't have insurance...are still waiting to settle with their insurance company...the stress of the situation broke up their family...their employer no longer existed (it took a year for the local Dupont plant to re-open)...or they just didn't want to stay here and have the chance of having to live through another disaster like Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before coming down for this trip, I wondered what could be left to be done after almost three years since the storm.  What I've learned is that the Mississippi Gulf Coast still has a long way to go to get back to "normal" if it ever will.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-M62Lnxi7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IOlHCorgrxc/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-M62Lnxi7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IOlHCorgrxc/s200/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180048698913164210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is encouraging is there are still hundreds of volunteers still coming to this part of Mississippi to help.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great trip for all of us.  A few of the things that will stick with me are: the sincere thank yous from the residents for "coming down to help", the new friends I've made with people from Prairie Ridge, and seeing the works that are the result of the faith of the many volunteers that are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-4742595986420912114?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4742595986420912114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=4742595986420912114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4742595986420912114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/4742595986420912114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-from-todds-perspective.html' title='Thursday from Todd&apos;s perspective'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-M5eLnxi5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/k8yRMsvXtT0/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1300322771754849952</id><published>2008-03-19T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:24.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday:</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, it's Jillian Siehlmann.  I'm attempting to write to you as I am surrounded by a group of about seven of us, laughing about all our new inside jokes and enjoying the new relationships we've each formed with each other.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HEVrnxixI/AAAAAAAAADA/U081jCRmpYI/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HEVrnxixI/AAAAAAAAADA/U081jCRmpYI/s200/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179636923218627346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like I've been doing a lot of that on this trip--talking, listening, and laughing.  Tonight we talked about what we've learned about ourselves, and I said I've realized how relational I am.  I love talking to people and hearing their stories.  Being a college freshman, I'm into the stage of life where I'm appreciating older people's wisdom and life stories.  Being down here especially, where the community has endured so much, I'm realizing that honestly no matter what I do, everything will be okay.  &lt;br /&gt; This morning we woke up to a thunderstorm.  As most of our projects involve outside work, it was time to show our flexibility.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HEpbnxiyI/AAAAAAAAADI/TzBy4Hfk4wU/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HEpbnxiyI/AAAAAAAAADI/TzBy4Hfk4wU/s200/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179637262521043746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The regular crew went over to help drywall at single mom Tammy's house, a couple of people went to Puppy and Sunshine's, and the rest of us (including myself) cleaned bathrooms here at the camp.  It was cool because Gordon Harrison and Christian Kennel were cleaning bathrooms together and got a real chance to bond;  showing again that with relationships, age is just a number.  After lunch, the bathroom crew went over to Michelle and Allan's house.  I was especially excited about this because I helped paint the interior of their house last year when I came down.  Unlike any of my other mission trips, I actually did stay in contact with Michelle throughout this past year, which made it all the more special being able to come back to see their (almost) finished product of a house and catch up with Michelle.  The other crews also did quite a bit of work.  The drywall is almost done at Tammy's, and the crew there got a good chance to bond and enjoy the sunny afternoon.  The group at Puppy and Sunshine's put on a gutter, did a bunch of caulking, and started loading the (much needed) dumpster that we ordered for them.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HG-bnxi0I/AAAAAAAAADY/xxefNjkCmzg/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HG-bnxi0I/AAAAAAAAADY/xxefNjkCmzg/s200/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179639822321552194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff Kennel once again proved his manhood by getting nailed in the forehead in two places by a hammer, but his blood "coagulated" quickly, and he got right back to work.  The group at Michelle and Allan's did some prep work to paint their front porch rails, and Mandy Trusty and Kate Sutphen got the chance to run the skid loader and take out a damaged fence.  I'm still so proud of that house and feel so glad we can help such God-loving people.  I asked Michelle the story behind a cross they have in the yard, and she told me it is the wood they used for the power line in their FEMA trailer, and that Jesus is their source of power.  &lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow looks to be another fun and productive day.  There is still some work to do on Tammy's house, Puppy is insisting that everyone who has worked on this house come and sign their name and a Bible verse on the wood of his motorcycle shop, and we have to finish spending some quality time with Michelle and paint her porch.  &lt;br /&gt; A couple of the residents have told us that Katrina was a blessing in disguise.  Even though a lot of things were destroyed, a lot of really positive things have resulted.  A lot of work has been done and many relationships have been formed that otherwise would have never happened-- relationships with people living down here and relationships with people from our own church community-- which for me is what it's all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1300322771754849952?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1300322771754849952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1300322771754849952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1300322771754849952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1300322771754849952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday:'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HEVrnxixI/AAAAAAAAADA/U081jCRmpYI/s72-c/IMG_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-254190737648820172</id><published>2008-03-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday at Puppy's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HV97nxi3I/AAAAAAAAADw/DsxH2Rxw11c/s1600-h/IMG_1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HV97nxi3I/AAAAAAAAADw/DsxH2Rxw11c/s200/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656306406034290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Iowa, this is Mandy Trusty writing to you from Pass Christian, MS. Since arriving on Saturday we have been very busy working around the community rebuilding homes and making relationships. On Tuesday I had the pleasure of working with a group of nine individuals at the home of Puppy and Sunshine DeGroat.(Yes you read that correctly) The names only represent a fraction of their persona. When we arrived at the home we were greeted by small home and framework for what would be a motorcycle shop. From living in Ankeny with nicely manicured homes and yards it was a surprise to see piles of junk and  animals that roamed freely. We were surveying the yard and all the apparent work to be done for the day when out of the house walked a tall man with a white long beard topped with straw cowboy hat in overalls and tattoos. The tough exterior covered up the lovable man we came to know and love as Robert"Puppy"DeGroat. This mans life is one of excitement and doing what no one thought possible. He has lived an outlaw lifestyle as a  card holding member of Sturgis, and a wildest reenactor in Deadwood, South Dakota. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HVkrnxi2I/AAAAAAAAADo/kKr4WeJDnNo/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HVkrnxi2I/AAAAAAAAADo/kKr4WeJDnNo/s200/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179655872614337378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has pride and ownership in all that he does making sure to show us pictures and memorabilia from his past. Around noon we meet Puppy's wife Sunshine. Sunshine is a hard as nails lady with a heart for animals. She spends her time outside caring for the animals and enlightening us with her past experience. Our main desire in working with Puppy and Sunshine is to encourage them through our simple acts of service as we helped to build their garage and clean their yard. &lt;br /&gt; Although the work we do may not seem like much, spending a week with them has taught us that the simplest acts can be a bright spot in someone's recovery process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-254190737648820172?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/254190737648820172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=254190737648820172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/254190737648820172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/254190737648820172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuesday-at-puppys-house.html' title='Tuesday at Puppy&apos;s House'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R-HV97nxi3I/AAAAAAAAADw/DsxH2Rxw11c/s72-c/IMG_1810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-338843160194999987</id><published>2008-03-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:25.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day of work in the Gulf. The weather was great, the sun was shining, and after an early breakfast we hit the ground running. 12 of our 27 are staying and working in Biloxi. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98Zib-NzoI/AAAAAAAAACo/orGPMNiOhJk/s1600-h/IMG_0120+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98Zib-NzoI/AAAAAAAAACo/orGPMNiOhJk/s200/IMG_0120+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178886175914315394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today they set subfloor for a new house build, painted sub-flooring, and prepaired a storage pod for a new house build job site. (We will get some pictures from them soon). The rest of 27 (15) are staying in Pass Christian and working in the Pass Christian / Gulf Port area.  Today this group drywalled, dug holes for an air conditioner platform, installed vinyl siding, framed a garage, put tin on a roof and it was only day one! The group worked hard and had fun with each other. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98aCr-NzpI/AAAAAAAAACw/TfjB3igD9pM/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98aCr-NzpI/AAAAAAAAACw/TfjB3igD9pM/s200/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178886729965096594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  As we gathered tonight to reflect on our day we were struck by the amount of work that still needs to be done here in the Gulf region.  This summer will mark three years post Katrina, but the work needing to be done is still plentiful.  There are so many people that are in need of work and encouragement.  We are eager to see how God will use us in the rest of the week to help meet the needs of others, and change us in the process. There is so much more to write, but we are tired and ready for bed.  We look forward to tomorrow's adventure! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98cwL-NzqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nMVCTf4BdrA/s1600-h/IMG_0214+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98cwL-NzqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nMVCTf4BdrA/s200/IMG_0214+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178889710672400034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-338843160194999987?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/338843160194999987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=338843160194999987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/338843160194999987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/338843160194999987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98Zib-NzoI/AAAAAAAAACo/orGPMNiOhJk/s72-c/IMG_0120+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-1201763552900185010</id><published>2008-03-17T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:25.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98Yzb-NznI/AAAAAAAAACg/YeV6zYEjJHM/s1600-h/IMG_0103+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98Yzb-NznI/AAAAAAAAACg/YeV6zYEjJHM/s200/IMG_0103+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178885368460463730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday was a great day as we prepared for our week of work.  We worshiped with our friends at the church of the Good Shepherd in the morning, had a barbecue complete with alligator sausage for lunch, and made a road trip into New Orleans in the afternoon/evening to experience the sights and sounds of the French Quarter. A few from the group enjoyed some crawfish (shown). It was a good chance to get acclimated and relax so we would be ready to go Monday Morning. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98BTb-NzjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xXSIgoJmVCI/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98BTb-NzjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xXSIgoJmVCI/s200/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178859529937210930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-1201763552900185010?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1201763552900185010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=1201763552900185010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1201763552900185010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/1201763552900185010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-part-2.html' title='Sunday Part 2'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R98Yzb-NznI/AAAAAAAAACg/YeV6zYEjJHM/s72-c/IMG_0103+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-5809922838671319794</id><published>2008-03-16T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:26.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R90Wjr-NziI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EvBYLOpps3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R90Wjr-NziI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EvBYLOpps3Q/s200/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178319948900847138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the view this morning as we woke up!  WOW!  It is always amazing to me how a change of scenery can make you feel so different. You can't help but see God's hand through creation.  Today we will worship with our friends at the Church of the Good Shepherd (one of our partners here in the gulf), and have a day of rest as we gear up to hit the ground running in the morning tomorrow. |&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon 12 from our group will head over to Biloxi, where they will stay and work for the rest of the week.  They will be partnering with &lt;a href="http://www.hopeforce.org"&gt;Hope Force&lt;/a&gt; and working on 3 different house builds this week.  The remaining 15 will stay in Pass Christian and work in and around this area on various rebuilding projects.  We look forward to this day of rest, but are eager to get started tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-5809922838671319794?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5809922838671319794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=5809922838671319794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5809922838671319794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/5809922838671319794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R90Wjr-NziI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EvBYLOpps3Q/s72-c/IMG_1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530922498643523331.post-2102500244507000424</id><published>2008-03-15T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:36:26.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound for Mississippi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R90T-b-NzhI/AAAAAAAAABs/_bXuHQM10-I/s1600-h/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R90T-b-NzhI/AAAAAAAAABs/_bXuHQM10-I/s200/IMG_1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178317109927464466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday night March 14 at 8:00 pm was the departure time for 27 Prairie Ridgers as we headed out for a week of work in the Gulf Coast region.  The travel was good, no major incidents at all, only a little rain.  Our 4 vehicle caravan arrived in Pass Christian, Mississippi at about 3:00 Saturday afternoon to 85 degree sunshine and an incredible view of the gulf of Mexico.  We ate, did some planning for jobs that would begin on Monday and enjoyed a little rest and relaxation.  Sleep came easy after a 19 hour van ride.  The general sense of the team is one of excitement, and anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530922498643523331-2102500244507000424?l=thefieldjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2102500244507000424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530922498643523331&amp;postID=2102500244507000424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2102500244507000424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530922498643523331/posts/default/2102500244507000424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/bound-for-mississippi.html' title='Bound for Mississippi'/><author><name>Prairie Ridge Church</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823772200413777351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/S4ay1nLKsbI/AAAAAAAAARo/gqfqtrgAPIQ/S220/4552_179544425460_144531615460_6895608_396991_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9dJWrRb3uA/R90T-b-NzhI/AAAAAAAAABs/_bXuHQM10-I/s72-c/IMG_1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
