The God who sees ME

The God who sees ME

El Roi is my favorite name of God because it means the God who sees. He sees me. He wants to have a relationship with me and wants to know every detail of me life even though He is KING of the Universe. He is so good to me. He is my Lord and Savior. Nothing shall separate me from His love. He is All that I need and MORE!


Friday, April 17, 2015

Life update plus more about Mexico

Hello Everyone,

So I wanted to write an update and let you all know how my last few weeks in Mexico went and how the trip home went. And of course the biggest question of all….. Where am I now?

As we were coming to the end of our time in Mexico, I had been doing a lot of reflecting on our time there and what I had learned. One thing that was very helpful to find out was how key learning the culture was. Language is only one part, albeit a helpful part, of communication. Culture makes up another huge part. Sometimes just relating with people who have never left their village, and live in primitive conditions their whole life was the biggest challenge. That’s where understanding their culture was so helpful. On the last week we lived in a wood house out in the village. It actually was not in the jungle, and only about 45 minutes from the city. We piled all our supplies and food, plus our team, Rachel, Mr. Ron, and his son in the vehicle and headed out to the village. We were almost there when we met a couple waiting at the entrance of the village. They had a stack of corn, chickens, and other supplies. We offered to give them a ride and squeezed them in with us. Ashley and John squashed in the back seat that was already half filled with backpacks. She had some of those bags piled on her lap, and only her eyes were peeking out. I sat on Rachel’s lap, and Ron’s son on Max’s lap. Then the sack of corn, then the Mexican man and the woman sat upfront. That was the start of our crazy adventure. We kept saying, “You know you’re in Mexico if…there’s always room for one more!”

One family graciously let us stay in the wood house that their extended family had moved out of. It was a 3 room house with two beds and 1/4’’ - 1/2’’ slots between all the wall boards. And because we weren’t in the jungle… this little town was actually quite cold. We were bundled up the whole week. They had a separate little house that was the kitchen. And an outhouse out back. It was excited from the moment we arrived to think we could go and get to know all the people in the village and just go visiting and practicing all the Spanish we wanted. They even had a few little stores that were in the village. Something like a house with a room full of stuff to sell. It’s amazing how many little treasures you could find in those little stores. Rachel and I bought guacamole ingredients several times. 

Another thing about the culture is family is very important. It’s such a beautiful thing to see actually as the family had a huge property the sons marry, bring their wives back and build their houses on the land possibly right next door to their parents. Our neighbors were Jehovah’s Witnesses and they had all the family right there. One of the daughter-in-laws was Christian and we got to know her and her mother-in-law as Rachel and I went over and visited with them several times. 

We worked a lot with a family that was basically like host family. The husband and his son and other relative came over to move the old outhouse over the new whole for us, and replace some of the wood, and build a seat. Then the wife came over and swept and cleaned the kitchen for us. Very loving and giving family. They also helped us get everyone together to have our children’s events and English class. Pretty much every day we had a children's event. So special every time to build sweet relationships with the precious kids. I had fun pulling little gifts from my suitcase out at different times and giving them. There was a pair of brothers that looked like twins, but weren't that came and hung out with us about every day. They were super precious. 

It was so special also to visit family’s with special needs and pray and sing for them. We went one night to a family that had an older son that was bedridden because of seizures. The parents were on the older side and I still don’t know how they really take care of him. There aren’t really a lot of resources other than his bed and blankets and pillows. He had an attack while we were there, and it’s was pretty intense, but then he relaxed finally. The mother prayed so fervently. I remember hearing her pray something like, “Lord, you know how hard this is, and how it’s so heavy, and I can not bear this burden.” 

Another day we got to got to another special needs house. A younger mom had a young son who was immobile in the bed too. I think he had something wrong with his spin…cerebral palsy? Anyways, we sang and ministered to them for a long time. Then the mom and her other son served us refreshments and we chatted with them for a while. I brought a large New Testament to give to her. I asked her if she had a Bible and she said that she had one and gave hers away to a new believer. Wow….  I was so glad to give her that. She clung to it too. Then I give the little boy a little kids Bible and later that night when he ended up coming to the Bible Study, he had it with him. He looked at me and said, “Look, I brought the book you gave me.” He was so precious… The brother to this mother was very very godly. We visited his house one day and they served us refreshments and he was encouraging us so much. Sometimes I think they have so much faith, and know God in a way we will never know Him. They truly live in that humility and sincerity, loving Him with their all.

One couple I got to hang out with that lived in the city near the missionaries. The young couple have a huge ministry with the soccer boys. David is American but speaks Spanish and lives with his Mexican wife there in Mexico. Anyways, they have been through a lot, and have a lot to share about their life of loving on people and the kids. The wife and I are good friends, and I loved hearing about the little boys and how dramatically changed their lives where from one and and woman loving on them as Christ would. Man, guys, let me just tell you it was a HUGE blessing for me to meet this missionary couple, and the other family who have given it ALL to serve the people there. I learned so much about what it means to be a missionary, and to see how they live out their love for Jesus right there, was such a special part of the trip for me. 


We closed the week with full hearts. Warmed by the people, warmed by the smiles, the awkward moments, and the loving through Jesus. We were truly blessed to know everyone at the village, the missionaries, the locals, and the team. On Monday morning John, Ashley, and I headed the airport super early in the morning. Max and flown out on Saturday so it was just us three on Monday. I don’t know how to really bear having my heart split up in so many people and in so many countries. But I know that I don’t ever want to be calloused enough that saying goodbye isn’t at least a little painful. Ashley flew out pretty soon after we arrived (I think 5-6 am?) then John and I flew out at noon. So I had a good six hours to catch up with different things, and just breathe. So much to process. Then after a long day of traveling I got home at around Midnight. 

That was my Monday… ugh. sigh. But then I jumped in to craziness as my family was moving from Chicago to Texas! Basically, we had finished up with the work in Chicago, plus Texas was closer to the Southern training centers we needed to work on. So a lot of our team has moved with us down here. So we’ve been here for around three weeks. We moved into a beautiful house, and are delighted with the friendliness of the campus and staff. 

Well, after I have now written a book, I shall close! Guys, please let me know if you have any questions. I know my life is pretty hard to follow, but I want to give you all a peek into my life and all the craziness. May-as-well be crazy together right? Blessing to all you all!

~Kim