You’d think we were in our winter home, tucked away on isolated islands, for when the mail arrives (in this case, the UPS driver), there is so very much excitement. We are exceedingly grateful for each letter and each gift that brightens our lives.
We are staying here in northern Indiana until our bills are completely paid. Our faith is being stretched and strengthened. Many of you relate to lean times with the economy as it is; we pray that you would continue to look to every big and little way that God is providing for your needs. Elizabeth Elliott writes: “Paul made it perfectly clear that his contentment had nothing to do with how desirable his circumstances were. ‘I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions and calamities.’…How, then, did it work? It worked by a mysterious transforming power, something that reversed things like weakness and hardship, making them into strength and joy. …The promise of Christ was not for Paul alone. “My grace is sufficient for you.” It’s a gift to be accepted. If we refuse it, nothing will be enough….”
Todd came home around 11 last night. I heard bags rustling as he put things into the little refrigerator. In the morning, we saw the sacks of southern biscuits, the gravy, the popcorn, and the cereal mix that he had been given by one who knew nothing of our need. Then this morning, the boys met an Amish farmer who asked them if our family could use some extra vegetables he had in his garden.
