Standing On The Promises

Our family had the privilege of hosting Chris and Lisa Booher and seven of their nine kids (well some of them aren't really kids but you get what I mean) for almost two weeks! Wow. What a fun fun time it was. All twenty of us fit in our house, there were seven in one bedroom a couple of nights! The laundry machine pretty much never stopped the whole time they were here, and the moms stayed busy keeping everyone fed, clothed and happy! We got to show them a bit of Bolivia, just a bit, as this country is so diverse that to show them all of it would take at least three weeks! We rented a 12 passenger van with AC! Whoo-hoo! Our old van doesn't have AC, but it's a trooper, and Mama's a trooper for driving it! Since we took literally thousands of pictures while they were here, I made up a video of the best pictures and videos. It will give you a glimpse of just what fun we had. I didn't get any pictures of us playing volleyball, even though we spent tens of hours

Surrender. The peace at the end of the battle. A fight must always come before it. The battle is hot, it's me pitched against God's will. My heart is in a torment of fears, worries, and complaints. Still holding on to control and refusing to let go and let God do what he's already planned. Just surrender. "God, I can't surrender. It's too hard." The battle rages on. At last, at the end of myself, I can fight no longer against my loving Father who will not let me go. I have to wave the white flag, I have to surrender. "God, I surrender. I surrender all." And there in the darkness, I experience, maybe in only a small degree, the peace that passes all understanding. God is in control! He will prevail, He will sustain, and He is loving and good!  The truth about the fight is that when I refuse to surrender, even in one area of my life, I am really fighting against God.  Surrender is followed by peace. Be careful for nothing;