Merry Christmas Part 2....

If you are still reading...THANK YOU!  Here is Part 2 of our Christmas Letter.....

July: 

Natalie turned 9. 

And Phil ventured out of the State of Ohio ALONE and learned how to travel in airports.  He had a life-altering experience when he traveled to The Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota. 

This was a time of growing for all of us.  Phil has a deeper love and desire to bring the message of Hope to these precious people.

It was during that trip that we also realized that we had never been apart from Phil for an entire week.  And it sure made us appreciate him even more, when he arrived home.

August:  Phil and I celebrated 14 years together as a married couple. 

Notice, I said as a married couple, it was at that time we realized that we had been together as a couple for close to 18 years.  WOW! 





Hayley also tried out for the Wooster High School Oiler’s Hockey Team this month.

Our family also was able to watch a family legacy change ownership.  Phil’s Grandmother’s house was sold and we were able to watch God’s handiwork in action, as they new owners are going to be super caretakers for the property.

September:  We started our 4^th year of school from home. 



Hayley is a freshman.





Dylan is a 6th grader.



Natalie is in 3^rd Grade.



Nathan is in Kindergarten.



We were blessed to be able to spend some family time together at the beach in North Carolina.  Nothing is more refreshing than sticking your toes in the sand and having the waves crash around you as you read a good book.

October:  It is a good thing we had our rest on vacation, because it has been busy ever since.  October was a blurr.

November: 

Hayley turned 15.

 Dylan turned 12.

And yes, I had a birthday in November as well. 

 We were able to do our 3^rd Annual Cabin Trip.  This year we traveled to West Virginia for our personal Thanksgiving/Christmas tradition.  We hiked around the Carnifax Ferry Battlefield and saw The New River Gorge Bridge. 

We also were blessed to have breakfast with our favorite, African, Peter Adigwe. 

During this time, God revealed to each of us how connected and drawn we are to Peter and his vision of Camp Beulahland.

(Sorry for the poor photo)

And on the final day of November, our family lost one of our family pets after 14 years.  Our, precious black lab, Rudd saw his final day here on earth.

December:  Has found us reflecting on another year and all of the many Blessings The Lord has bestowed upon us.  In addition to our personal adventures mentioned above we truly learned the value of life and how precious each moment is.  As you embark upon this Christmas Season we pray that each of you will personally know the greatest gift given to each of us.  That is Jesus Christ our Lord.  He was born in a manger, one holy night, in a Little Town of Bethlehem to bring Peace & Salvation to ALL who will believe on Him.

May you take some time this Christmas Season to reflect on your past year and to truly think about each moment as a Gift.

Love to all,

Phil, Misti, Hayley, Dylan, Natalie & Nathan



Merry Christmas To All Part 1.....

If you are one of our lucky followers (yes, all 10 of you) you will get to read what we sent out in our Christmas Cards.  However, lucky you will get a BONUS as this post will also include photos.  (Something I didn't take time to add to our annual card.)  Consider yourself, SPECIAL!

Actually, we feel blessed that you take the time to read what we post on here.  (Even though at times it has been pretty sparse.)  Merry Christmas to you & may each of you know the true meaning of this season!

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Greetings from The Money’s

“WOW!  What a year!”  Is certainly something you will hear each and everyone of our family members say.  In fact, it was just this week that I overheard Hayley & Dylan talking about how quickly 2011 has went by and how there was so much that went on.

Without boring all of you too much, I thought I would try to do a quick year in review for each of you.  Strap in and hold on, because it sure was a whirl wind!

January:  Dylan played basketball on a travel team. 



Dylan receiving trophy after a tournament win!



Yes, he is taller than EVERYONE his age!



Nathan BEFORE opening his box of goodies.



And Nathan had the chance of a lifetime.  He was selected by The Pittsburgh Penguins to participate in the Little Penguins Learn to Play Hockey Program.  This is a program that is sponsored each year by, Sidney Crosby.  He not only had top notch training for ten weeks, but he also was equipped head to toe with hockey equipment from his helmet right down to his skates.  This made for an interesting winter as we traveled from Wheeling, WV (for Nathan’s hockey) to Northern Ohio for Dylan’s basketball games.  Many memories & miles were shared! 

 Hayley also got to ski for the very first time, traveling with a youth group to Seven Springs Ski Resort in Pennsylvania.

February:  Looked very similar to January.  And it was then, that God had a plan for me to enjoy winter for once.  Most winters you would find me pretty unhappy because I quite frankly do NOT enjoy cold weather.  However, when you are so busy with traveling from one place to another you don’t have time to realize how much you dislike cold weather, and there was no complaining from me.  (At least not that I’m aware of.)

March:  Again..January, February, March very similar only you add in Hayley started training even harder to try and perfect her skating skills in order to make the Wooster High School hockey team.  However, Nathan’s Penguins Camp was over so we weren’t traveling to West Virginia every weekend.   Our house also got pelted with hail at the end of March which led to an interesting journey with insurance companies & contractors.  

April:  Was Natalie’s very first skating competition. 

This was also held on Nathan’s 5^th Birthday. 

 It had been a few weeks since we had made the journey from one end of the State into West Virginia.  So, we decided to not only watch Natalie take a strong 2^nd in her competition in Cleveland, we went right down I-77 to watch our favorite ECHL hockey team Wheeling Nailers play in a playoff game.  If you ask any member of our family, it was one of the most memorable days of our lives!

April was also filled with great happiness & sadness. 

We welcomed Jayce Gordon Barton into our family. 

 I can still remember driving down the road when I got the call that he had arrived.  Hearing my brother just had his first child and it was a boy, was a very proud moment for me.

April was also was a time when my brother-in-law lost his father to evil cancer.  While we rejoice that we will be rejoined with, Dale, in heaven.  It truly was a life taken was too soon.

May:  Phil had a birthday. 

 Hayley played in her 1^st hockey tournament. 

And Phil & Dylan were able to bond on a trip to Kentucky where they did community service project for a local church there. 

When you see Dylan, ask him how many coats of paint they painted on the outside of the church.  This is also the time that my husband got the “bug” to have 4 wheelers for our family.  (Thank you, Kentucky!)  We also celebrated as our 3^rd year of schooling from home came to a close.

June:  Natalie & Nathan had swimming lessons. 

 And Dylan & Hayley started their “Summer-of-A-Lifetime”.  (Hayley’s words.)  It started with a trip to the Alive Christian Music Festival at Atwood Lake which went into helping with our church’s community sports camp which led to Community Service Missions projects around Holmes County.  (We almost forgot we had 4 children after a few weeks, Hayley & Dylan were gone so much.) 

I had the privilege of traveling to Wisconsin to witness my cousin, Liza, earn her black belt. 

If you ever have the opportunity to witness an event like this DO IT! 

This was also a month of scares for us, as Phil’s mother and father traveled to Europe, only to have their trip cut short from an unexpected health concern for Susan.

June was also a difficult time for our family, as we learned that one of our dear friends was very sick and at the time we were unsure as to why.  Later, it was discovered that he also was stricken with this horrible disease called cancer.

That concludes the 1st half of our year...check back to read part 2 of our 2011 Year In Review....

November 30, 2011....

Today has been a pretty hard day for our family.  Our faithful dog of 14 years has seen his last day.  We knew this day was coming, as a few months ago we had him at the vet to check out his eyes.  We were confirmed that he was going blind and that his days were numbered, considering his age and all.  The preparation doesn't make it any easier. 

As a mother this is hard to watch my all of my children lose their childhood pet.  However, my heart is especially breaking for my precious son, Dylan.  You see, Dylan, is the one who fed him and walked him and made sure all of his needs were met.  And today is Dylan's 12th birthday.  He is the one who came in this morning to alert me of his deteriorating condition.  He is the one who stood by his side for hours while waiting for my husband to get home.   He is the one who took the ride to the vet with Phil.

We have numerous memories of our beloved Black Lab.  And we will hold them all in our hearts.  It is just one more reminder to us all of how precious each moment on this earth can be...whether we are with our pets or even more important with our friends & loved ones.  It is so important to make each moment count!

I was reminded of this poem, and it seems fitting to post it.

A Boy and His Dog
By:  Edgar Guest
 A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.

He may go where he will and his dog will be there,
May revel in mud and his dog will not care;
Faithful he'll stay for the slightest command
And bark with delight at the touch of his hand;
Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.

No other can lure him away from his side;
He's proof against riches and station and pride;
Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery's breath
Is lost on the dog, for he's faithful to death;
He sees the great soul which the body conceals--
Oh, it's great to be young with a dog at your heels!

~Misti~

Natalies skating

Hello it is Natalie it has been along time since i have blogged.I have a skating competition i may .have Not have tolled that am a skater . I am learning how too do my spins the right way .And my jumps. It is hard but i can do it. I have a Christmas program on ice too it will be fun :) 

-Hockey is where I live.

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I don't even think "this much" describes my love for hockey.

Five reasons why I adore this amazing sport...

1.) The work ethic it teaches you. Hockey is hard! I bet if you ask anybody (even pros who have played for years upon years) they will say that hockey does not come natural. Nobody is born with the ability to skate on slippery ice with a blade the width of a pencil. Not only must you learn to skate well but now add some puck skiiilllzzz in there. You have to physically be able to take the intense checking, and be mentally prepared for anything to happen in a game. Hockey has taught me that no matter how bad you want something, it's not going to come without working hard. I want to prove coach I can play? Go practice. I want to get a shoot a better wrister? Go stick handle for an hour. I want to play? Go kick my own butt by doing tons of off-ice stuff. I want to prove that I can handle the game? Learn to keep a good attitude and shut my mouth sometimes. I've worked harder than I ever have for anything else in my life at hockey, and I've still got alot of improvement. There's always room for improvement, you can always be better & I never want to get to a point where I won't be able to work at hockey.



"He Shoots! He scores! Hey GOALIE, you SUCK!"

 2.) The feeling like there is no where other in the world you'd rather be. Whether it's a practice, game, free-skate, noon-skate, Learn-to-Play, or you're just going on your free time...I have fallen in love with the rink. It's literally unbelievable how my mood can go from intensely crappy to 'happiest person in the world' by going to the rink.

3.) Whenever you watch NHL, you feel like you know the players personally...and sometimes like you're playing in the game. Sometimes, I will get so into an NHL game that I literally scream at the tele. Here at the Money household, we take these games seriously. Whenever there's a game on...you better shut-up unless you're talking about the game. When there's a commercial break you may say what you wanted to say. Countless times I have yelled at the television & stood up and thrown a random object at the wall. Numerous times I have swore at the players telling them what they should have been doing or where they should have been, like I know what I'm talking about? :) I've cried whenever my beloved Blackhawks have lost a game. Annnd, I'm pretty sure I bawled myself to sleep the night they got knocked out of the playoffs last season. I've been picked up & ran with down the outside sidewalk by my brother Dylan while screaming "WE WOOON!". Needless to say, watching the Chicago Blackhawks is indescribable. I'm still holding my breath for Patrick Kane. I'm telling you folks, he's gonna be my husband one day. ;) 



My heros. Annnnd future husband. Back off.  



4.) Lockeroom tiiiimezzz & dryland\ice practices. Honestly, some of the best times and memories come from those two things. The definition of dryland practices is; let's run till you're convinced that amputation of your legs would feel better than the burning feeling you have right now. Literally, I sometimes feel like dryland practice is harder that ice practice. The reason I love these practices so much is because everybody is so relaxed. Practices give you a chance to bond with your teammates outside of the intensity of our games. As for the lockeroom...it's one of my favorite places in the world. This is where the celebrations are held after you win a game, and this is also the location where the room is filled with sorrow after you've lost. It's where I've laughed so hard I've cried, got yelled at by Coach, and drank a gazillion bottles of gatorade.

5.) Most importantly, I love the relationships I've made. No matter how much we make fun of eachother, I know that I will be able to count on those boys to be there for me. They're loud, obnoxious, insane, crazy, innapropriate, crude, jerks, potty-mouthed & downright hysterical...but I wouldn't want them any other way. They're amazing, and I would consider any of them my family.

Needless to say, even though half the time we're cracking jokes about how we all suck at hockey, we're just one huge band of brothers & two sisters. ;)

Goodbyes

Sometimes your life is blessed by the people who are placed in it without you even expecting it.

This statement holds true to me, personally. 

How unbelievably privileged am I to have people in my life who make it so hard to say goodbye to? I'm no stranger to saying goodbye to people who mean the world to me. 


Yes, it's sad. Yes, it's hard. No, it never gets any easier. 

(Ignore me as I ramble for a paragraph) Now...I'm no stranger to shedding tears either. Do I like crying?-No. I d e s p i s e it. God specifically created us with emotions. Therefore, I must suck it up & realize that sometimes it's okay to show some of those. Crying will probably take place, but why do I look at that as a sign of weakness? I'm dumb.


I'm on this whole learning walk of "I'm not in charge & I must put faith in Christ and know that He is doing what is right." I trust Him. I know He's doing what is perfect, that doesn't stop me from wondering why certain people have been placed in my life. It doesn't stop me from wondering why certain people live so far away. 


In my selfish human ways I really want these people to live next door to me; but that's not reality.


No matter how long, how short, or how brief these people's visits are...it never ever makes those goodbyes any easier. I think part of the reason they're difficult is because you never know when you'll see that person again. 


I'm going to look at sad goodbyes as a blessing. They are, in disguise. 

Let's be honest, it sucks. But...they will be back before you know it. 

Bittersweet feelings...Not too fun, but life isn't always chocolate & lollipops. :) 


-Hayley

Ramblings

Hello I'm Misti and I am a perfectionist.

Yes, I feel the urge to announce this to all of you.  I'm not a perfectionist as many would immediately think when they hear the word.  I am far from "all put together".  And if you were to take a peak inside my windows you would not see the "picture perfect home" with nothing out of place.

In fact, you would see just the complete opposite.  As I sit here typing this I am taking a look around.  You can only see bits and pieces of the wood on my desk.  It is covered in a plethora of items most of which have very little value to me at the present moment.  The dog is napping beside me and a folding chair that has not been put away from school.  The ottoman is covered with a buckeye, shrink wrap from a magazine that came in the mail, misc. junk mail, a hockey jersey, two sets of playing cards, and a remote (with no back on it.)  The couch has 1/2 of the pillows on it a blanket and one of the pieces of junk mail that someone discarded on it.  And then there is the floor where I can see a hockey stick oh wait make that 2 hockey sticks (one was hiding under the half opened door), a dog toy that has lost all of its stuffing, a sweatshirt, ball and some trampled pillows.

I am half tempted to take a photo.  However, the problem is....I have no idea where the camera has been stashed.  And I am not sure that I am willing to allow all of you to actually "see" what I am trying to describe.

What does the messiness of my house and perfection have in common?  I'm not real sure.  I write all of this to say this:  It has been way too long since I have typed up a blog post.  And I am here to tell you that the only reason I haven't is because I sit to write something and then my "perfectionism" gets in the way and I realize that I feel like I can't write  _______ for whatever reason.  And this can (and many time does) go on in many areas of my life.  Nothing ever seems to be right.

Am I proud of this? NO WAY!  And while I have been sharing with you my vulnerability with all of you I was reminded that NO MATTER how I view myself.  Or how others view myself......I have a loving Father that looks down upon me with LOVE!  And he wraps his arms around me and says, "You are forgiven and you are loved."

So there you have it....a blog post that I have needed to get out of the way.  I am hoping now that we are (hopefully) settling into a more routined lifestyle you will begin to see our Family Times Six Blog updated more regularly and back with the vision we all had when it originally started.

I'm now off to clean up the disaster that is around me and try to figure out what to feed my family for supper....until next time.

~Misti~

 This will be my 4th full day at Topsail Island, NC. This vacation has been amazing, and I'm enjoying every moment I spend with my family. I've made so many memories and I don't want this week to end. 

I feel as though God has really been speaking to me while I've been here. I've had time to reflect on a lot of different things in my life. I've been able to just take a walk on the beach and pray without any interruptions, and it's been absolutely lovely! Of course, God hasn't revealed all the answers to my questions and He won't until the time is right, but being here has made me realize a few things. 

1.) I need to learn some more patience. I'm constantly wanting answers and conclusions. I struggle with getting upset because I'm not sure what to do, and I need to realize that God is in control & I am not. I not only need patience in that aspect, but just patience in general. When Nathan asks me a question (what seems like 5,000 times) I need to stop & take a deep breath before yelling at him to stop asking me stupid questions. :) 

2.) I need to stop getting so stressed out! Yes, high school is unbelievably overwhelming, but I'm glad that I am doing this hard work now...that way college will be a breeze. This stress thing, goes back to patience. Whenever I get stressed, I lose all sense of patience. I get irritated, and anything somebody says will set me off...even if they didn't say anything wrong. My mom and I have been struggling with trying not to get upset at one another while I've been adjusting to this year's school.

3.) I'm a role model. Even in some of the smallest decisions (such as what type of cereal I'm going to eat this morning, or what color I'm going to paint my toes) in my life, I influence my siblings &  younger cousins. I've realized this week that they look up to me now more than ever! I want and need to teach them about Christ. More than that, I need to be a Godly and Christ-like figure in their precious lives.

4.) God has ALWAYS been there for me. Always. He has provided me with everything that I've needed, all the people I have needed, and blessed me beyond imagination. It baffles me to think that the God who created the universe sent His only beautiful & perfect son to die for a disgusting person like me. 

I had a late night conversation last night with one of my favorite people in the entire world. I couldn't sleep. It was about 11 o' clock, so I texted her. She told me to call her & we talked for 3 & a half hours. 

In this conversation she just gave me a little reminder that I needed. She said, 

"Do you realize that before God even created the universe He had a specific plan for your life. He knows exactly what is going to happen & has every single little detail planned out." 

Even before He created this big ole' world He had ME in mind! I need to remind myself of this whenever I start to feel like I'm unimportant, like I don't have a purpose. When I get frustrated at life that I just don't feel like trying anymore. Christ came and died for me. Someone loved ME enough to go have nails crushed into his wrists and feet...to suffer on a cross for a sinner like ME.

That's more than enough. 

It's Wednesday & I'm far away from my youth group back home. I miss everyone so much. 

It's time to go make more memories. Laugh. Smile. Sing. And fall more in love with my family than I already am.

^{Romans 8:28-} And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. 

Shut up, Hayley.

I hate this whole "diary" or "journal entry" idea for a blog; because I don't necessarily like getting personal with people, but once again I feel like I need to share what God has laid upon my heart. 

It's amazing how much God can teach you in the matter of a few weeks.

I don't think I've ever had so many emotions run through me in such a short period of time. I was happy. Then I was devastated & cried more than I thought was possible. Hopeful. Then nerves kicked in. I got anxious. Devastated (again) and discouraged beyond belief. 

Now? I'm content. At peace, and at ease. 

I hate it when things don't go my way. It's irritating. 

Oh, but that's the selfish human coming out in me again. Oops. 

I can't control what God has in store for me. I can't. No matter how hard I try and no matter how much I want something...God might not want me to have it. He might have another plan for me; whether or not I like it. 

I called a friend of mine the other day because I missed his voice and I needed someone to talk to. He asked me a a question; 


"Do you know more than God?"


For some reason that question struck me. Who do I think I am to get upset about something I can't control? I obviously don't know what He's doing but His plan is always perfect and right. His second question was even better. 


"Do you believe God knows what He's doing?" 


Yeah, I do. I'm so dumb. Absolutely stupid. I can't control His plan for my life. I believe God knows what He's doing so I just gotta stop getting so worked up over something I can't control!


What I know now is that God didn't want me to play hockey this year. Sure, it hurts & it sucks and I think it's completely unfair that I don't get to play, but I'm not going to sit and pout about it. 

Maybe it's time I started focusing more on Christ instead of hockey. Over the past 2 years I've spent my entire life on hockey, and that's wrong! Jesus needs to be the center of everything I do. 


I'm not sure what God has in store for me for the future, but I'm thanking Him for opening up my eyes & realizing that I just need to shut up and let Him work His stuff. 

I'm pretty thankful for my amazing family & friends who have been supportive of my crappy attitude lately. You guys are the best. 

 Psalm 64:10 -"The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory"

-Hayley

Biterness, Forgiveness, & Letting Go

Firstly, I'd just like to say that this summer has been the most amazing summer of my life. I have made the most incredible friends & God has blessed me with the most amazing relationships & friendships. You all have no idea how sad I am to wave summer goodbye & say hello to fall. (Even though autumn is my favorite season) The only reason I'm praising that summer is gone is 1.) Hockey season!! and 2.) NO MORE MOWING!

Secondly, I really need you all to pray for me as hockey tryouts are coming up in less than a week! I am unbelievably nervous and just thinking about it makes me want to run through a wall. For most people hockey is just a sport but for me it's my passion & it's very very important to me. So please, pray that I don't vomit on the ice from being so nervous. Ha. :)  


In youth group we talked about forgiveness. Since I was on a rant on my previous blog post about others persecuting & judging you, I thought that maybe forgiveness would be a good topic tonight. 


Forgiving is hard. It's probably one of the hardest things we as humans will ever have to do. I think it's so hard for us people to forgive because we don't want to be nice to the people who hurt us. That's my struggle, anyway. Why should I forgive this person whom has caused me so much pain?! Oh, that's right...because if I'm living by what the Bible says then I should PRAY for those her persecute me. 

  Matthew 5:44-

 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

Tough, eh? Sometimes I would rather punch people in the face than forgive & pray for them. BUT, that's not very Christ-like.

 
Okay. So let me get this straight. I'm not only to love my enemies, bless people that curse me, do good to those who hate me & PRAY for them who despitefully use me? Not easy, not fun, but it's what I have to do. Who said being a Christian was easy anyway? Forgiveness is tough. 

Simple as this; It's the least I can do, considering Christ died for me.

I leave you with a verse from 1 Peter;
 

Yet if anyone suffers as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but let him glorify God in that name. —1 Peter 4:12-14, 1

Whoa. Let him NOT be ashamed. 

Read the verse over. Read it over again if you have to. Read for a fourth time if ya want. I don't care how many times you read it but let it sink in. 


-Hayley

Mom, Boos, and 1700 miles of the West

I'm back. Not that anyone has really missed me. ;) Since the kids are out, I have an opportunity to write and share how Jesus has been working in my life. The last week of July I had the opportunity given to me from WC Foods and River of Joy (ROJ) (a ministry for Native people on the Pine Ridge Reservation) to travel to South Dakota. I am forever grateful for the opportunity that was given to me.

South Dakota Sunset

Here are some of the highlights:

I met some really great friends on this trip. The people of ROJ are great women of God. By the end of the week Kathy Naugle was used to me calling her "Mom". One of Mom's favorite past times is outrunning the storms that I encouraged her to drive into. Kelly Boos (pronunciation BOOZE) and I immediately formed the team of "Boos and Money" and had a great time playing "True or False?" at the expense of Dave. Is it true Kelly has a dog named Scooby? Pastor Rick Evans came along because Kathy is active in the church he pastors. Rick was able to see what ROJ is all about. Rick was my driver the night I finally reached Rapid City. (I believe God places airports in people's paths to teach them patience.)  I think we were a little delirious as we recited the lines of Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. We made to the cabin on the Flying Heart Ranch in one piece after traveling what seemed like 416 miles of Nebraska dirt road.

The Whole Gang
Me, Rick, Ken, Mom & Boos

Ken Brandes, who has been a friend for the last year, was also along for the trip. Ken has been instrumental in showing me the ropes to Native ministry.  Ken and I had a great week.  We got to know each other and were able to talk about where the Lord is calling us in service on Pine Ridge Reservation. The King of Kings brought immediate unity and the Fast Wolf project was born.  (More details on that in following messages.)

The Fast Wolfs

Along with these great friends we had the opportunity to mingle with the Native pastors in the community. ROJ  is an encouragement.  They focus on edifying the body by supporting the Native/White Pastors in their role among the people. We attended a camp meeting amongst the Lakota, rode on a school bus, played games, and drove a ton. Everything is spread out the res, no joke! 1700 miles in a week is what our total miles driven ended up being!


However, the most powerful point of the entire week was when The Lord revealed His calling to me. When I left SD, I left part of me. My soul longs to go back.  I don't know just yet how God will use our family amongst the Lakota. This is what I know:

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:  For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?  Matthew 7:7-9

When I came home I wondered how Native Ministry would be received. Our Pastor spoke on living outside the four walls of the church and serving God with your whole heart. This is the way God has been speaking to me for over a year now. (That would be the still small voice.) I might have a bowel movement if the audible voice ever occurred.  

Seeking the purposes of God is not high on the list of Americans but as Joshua said "as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord".

We look forward, as a family, to see what God has in store for us. This we do know, it will always be about bringing Honor and Glory to His Son Jesus.