Check it out . . we made the Madison Courier.
http://madisoncourier.com/main.asp?SectionID=182&SubSectionID=264&ArticleID=72776
Today we made a presentation at the Wirt Baptist Church in Madison Indiana. The chuch is Great Grandma Phillps church (Lydia’s Grandma). The missions committee at the church has supported Lydia in the past on short term mission trips; and is presently supporting us. They do there fund raising throught the sale of peanut butter brittle (Lydia recommends them, Fred has yet to try them). We are truely blessed by there support, both in prayer and in finance.
We left Tacoma on September 24, 2012 and arrived in Madison Indiana on Oct 3, 2012. The trip was long but enjoyable. We travelled through 2 provinces (British Columbia and Alberta) and 6 states ( Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois and Indiana). Notable events during our travels:
Tomorrow we start week 3 of 5 in prepartion of our Board exams on Nov 10, 2012. Presently we spend about 6 hours a day / 5 days a week studying and doing question. Grandma and Grandpa Childress been a blessing. They have not only been taking care of Noah during the day but feeding us lunch and dinner! (I wonder if we can keep this going beyond the board exam, say until we leave to Switzerland!)
When strangers see Noah, they are quick to ask . . . who does he look like, you or your wife? When friends see Noah, they are quick to say . . . oh, he looks just like you or oh, he looks just like your wife. This statement is usually followed by what do you think?
What do I think? I have no idea. From the moment he was born, I have not been able to tell whether he looks like me or he looks like my wife. I often wonder if he got mixed up with another in the nursery. Well, that was until we started to feed him rice cereal . . .
To feed him, I sit in chair. I then sit him at the end of my knees, facing me with my left hand on his back, holding him by his clothing. With my right hand, spoon ready, I scoop up some rice cereal. I bring the spoon within one to two inches of his face and I pause. I kid you not, he opens his mouth, grabs for my hands, and shoves spoon / hand and all into his mouth!!! Yes, Noah is my Son.
Last weekend we had the opportunity to make another presentation. This time it was to a small group of Swiss people. They are family friends, people who my mom and my dad knew during there single years in Tacoma / Seattle Washington. The gathering lasted for 6 hours and was a true blessing, full of encouragement and memories.
We are preparing for our move. In doing so we have let go of one vehicle, we have found a home for our dog, we are passing along all our furniture and have reduced our belongings down to about 80 banana boxes (clothes, books and dishes). It is a strange feeling. In an environment where we feel like we should be building ourselves up (planning for a house, upgrading furniture etc) we are going in the opposite direction. Are we doing the right thing? . . . It can be a hard question to answer at times, but we are in a place where we need to trust where God has brought us, trust where He is taking us, and pray that we will know His voice for where He will lead us.
“’For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.’” Jeremiah 29:11
We had an opportunity today to share at a church here in Tacoma, that has become our “home away from home.” The missions committe sponsored the lunch and then Fred had a chance to share our past experience there in Togo and what our role will be when we go back -both the medical and spiritual ministry. We think it went well as there were no tomatoes thrown, either that or the tomatoe season in Washington must end early 😉 A blessing in all of this was not only us sharing with them about Togo, but then them giving back to us and speaking to our hearts through words of encouragement and strength from God’s work in their own lives. We thank God for the blessing that this church body has been to us during our stay here in Tacoma!
