The Pavkov Praise

Today I woke up knowing God was telling me that I had to share during our Sunday service with the orphans. I was willing although it is not my normal position but kept asking the Lord all morning what I am to share with these kids. The Lord laid on my heart 1 Jn. 4:7-8 and gave me the words to share with them about how much He loves them and that His love inside of them allows His love to pour out of them. They needed to hear that although they have difficult lives and often feel and are abandoned HE LOVES THEM and JESUS DIED FOR THEM BECAUSE HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH. At the end during my closing prayer I was pouring my heart out before the Lord asking Him to show them and let them feel and know His love. Tears were streaming down my face and all I could say was "Jesus please show them they need to know." We all need to know, right? Please pray for these little ones to truly know and comprehend that HE loves them.

Marc has had an interesting Father's Day to say the least. We got up and went to church this morning together as a family which was nice. He slept in and I made him a breakfast sandwich (on toast not a bagel since those do not exist here). At church our friends let us know their car had to be towed (by that I mean pulled with a rope by another missionaries car) home late last night because it died on their way home from a mission outreach up north. After church we went off to the center to spend a few hours with the orphans. We enjoyed rice and boiled chicken...it's actually good although it was a little unnerving watching the little boy in front of us that was sitting between Micah and Nate eat his chicken head and clean that sucker to nothing. Then I preached a message to the kids about God's love and them needing to love each other. We checked the well (it is still being dug-so far they are at 28 ft) and the garden to see how they are going. Then we left and stopped at the local market ( a bunch of stalls where they sell fruit and vegs) and bought two pineapples, 10 tangerines and a bunch of bananas for $2 to take to our friends house for afternoon coffee/snack time. We went back to our friends house that had thebroken car and Marc looked at it for them and found out that their "driver" had forgotten to connect something and they now have a blown engine. Not good news. After trying to encourage them that even though they now are without a drivable vehicle and have 2 broken vehicles in their yard that God is still in control and that even this He has a plan for somehow. Finally we left there and came home in time for us to feed the puppies and for me to make dinner. We ate dinner including some ice coffee that I had made for Marc which he thoroughly enjoyed,well we almost finished dinner when Marc got another call from some other missionaries that live next door to us saying they are 10 miles out of town and there car is broken down could Marc come pull them home. So off he went. He got home a little while ago and spent some time watching a video with the boys and now is off again. But this time it is good. It's 8 pm and he is picking up a couple of friends (one an American married to a Brazilian lady and the other a Brazilian guy married to an American lady) and they are going over to another Brazilians house to watch a soccer game between Brazil and Italy on his friends TV. I am glad he gets to do that since it's about time he has a relaxing Father's Day don't you think? So the boys and I will hold the fort down here until he gets home later tonight and hopefully I will still be awake enough to kiss him and tell him that I love him and I am so glad that he is the Father God choose for our boys. Did I mention we love this life, we really do.

So maybe your Father's Day won't be as eventful but I do hope it is fullof your family, the Lord's love and good friends.

This is Farofa. He is one of the orphans at our center. For some reason I am especially fond of Farofa. There could be many reasons; maybe his killer smile and cheerful attitude, maybe it's his clever sense of humor, or his mischivious grin, or because he has attached himself to our family whenever we are at the center. I don't know exactly what it is I just know that I am finding myself loving this little boy. How could I not. He's precious!

Today we stopped by some other missionaries house. They are an American/Brazilian couple that we are enjoying getting to know. We stopped by to give them some green pepper seedlings and a few extra blankets that we had. They do a similar type of work. Thier ministry is actually an orphanage specifically for street kids and is just getting off the ground so we knew they could use whatever blankets we had after distributing to our orphans. When we arrived they explained to us that they needed our prayers because they had a busy afternoon ahead of them. Two little boys, street children had knocked on their gate earlier in the day and asked them for money. They told them they did not have money for them but they could give them a bath, some clean clothes, some food and talk about giving them a safe place to live. So here I was in my friend's living room looking down at these two little boys (probably about 8 and 10 years old-many children here do not know their ages). They had been scrubbed down in the bath, had clean clothes on that our friends had gathered from their own in their house and had eaten two sandwiches each and were sitting on a grass mat on their floor playing with their little boy who is 4. My friend explained that they had been praying that God would bring the little ones He wanted them to have and here were two that were precious to Him. My heart went was full of joy for the boys that they could be loved on for a little while and prayerful for my friends as they had the task of finding the grandmother of these two boys this afternoon and trying to convince her to let them care for them. Often the grandmother's will not let the children receive care because they use them for begging. It is so sad and frustrating and selfish. But because their thinking is that if they let them go to the orphanage where they will receive food, clothing, a place to sleep and schooling then they will not have someone to beg. It is difficult in this land to not become overwhelmed by the needs all around you, everywhere. And even more difficult to not become frustrated or heartsick that when you are able to help the people themselves often stand in the way and will not let you. Jesus please teach us all how to selflessly love others, that is my prayer.

Yesterday Marc received a text message on his cell phone from the Tribunal Justice in town. That is equivalent to our court system. They requested his presence in court at 8:30 am this morning. At first when you get a message like this is a country like Mozambique you wonder and question what is going on. You never know what might be happening. You could be called and charged with something or it could be to do with something random. In our case it turns out he was called in order to watch the proceedings against two thieves that are supposedly the thieves that were involved in an armed robbery at our center back in March. Although we are impressed that they "have the guys" we will never truly know the full story. This is Mozambique after all where justice is far from democratic. So Marc dutifully went to court this morning as requested. He was prepared for it to take some time because things here just do. Good thing he was because he ended up sitting from 8:30-1:15 WAITING. Those in charge apologized that they had forgotten to have the thieves brought from the prison. Here once you are accused you are held in prison until you can prove that you are innocent not the other way around like in the USA. So the men in charge sent a note to the prison requesting that the thieves be brought to the court house but they still were not brought. SO court will wait for another day as it will be rescheduled. At the end of it all they told Marc he doesn't need to be there because the case is really with our staff member that was attacked. Some days are more productive than others and some things you just have to laugh about.

Marc and I were commenting tonight how different life is here in Mozambique. We have a guard at our house most of the time, not because we want to but because we have to for safety. That in itself takes some getting used to. But that is not what I want to write about tonight. You might have noticed my title for this entry is Highly Valuable "Tupperware". This is also known to us as our trash. You see our guard who is a lovely older Mozambican man that travels quite far by bicycle to work as our guard likes to pick through our trash. He does not do it out of disrespect he does it out of necessity or at least concern that we are throwing things away that he considers valuable and big blessings. You see he delights in finding containers of any type, small, large, plastic, glass, tin in our trash because he can take them home to his wife to use in their "kitchen" and for many different household uses. We have taken to seperating them for him now. We have two bags that go outside, one with trash and the other with containers he may want that we put aside for him. We call it our Mozambican recycling program. Of course this does not mean that he does not still go through our trash but at least we feel like we are making it easier for him. AHH life in Mozambique-so different from the USA!

• no further infection
• good blood work results
• encouragement for Micah
• continued healing and increased strength
• wisdom in our decision making regarding his care and our travel plans
• for it to be possible for Micah to be released from the hospital sooner rather than later
• endurance for mom, dad and the rest of the extended family as we travel back and forth and spend time at the hosptial