I Pet.5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

I cannot believe that it is June already. Wow! Almost six months down and six more to go. Passing months don't mean a lot here, to me anyway, other than the passing of time because the weather doesn't really change much.

I am sooooo glad that the last two weeks are over. Thank you Jesus!!! The homework has been horrendous, plus they have added a class for three afternoons every week, so there isn't much free time. The last two weeks, we had to write several compositions, do two projects, and testing. One project had to be about a disaster somewhere in the world(I chose the Mississippi flooding) and homelessness since it is a problem in just about every country. This last project had to be oral with no reading of notes. I think I did well since the teacher said, "Bueno Beverly". I wish I felt that confident!! Robyn and I are just glad it's over. And to add to the frustration in preparing these things, the internet was not dependable due to the weather. I'd be looking at stuff, and off it would go. Grrrrr!

The Lord answered another prayer this week. We are always told to see and enjoy Costa Rica. Well, that sounds good, but there are several issues. One is money, since things are so expensive here, and another is where to go and how. Two of the girls speaks Spanish well, but they don't know how to get around very well either. So the other morning, I was talking to the Lord about it and Tim popped into my head. He is a young man(everybody here is young to me!)and single and just came in April. (He speaks Spanish well, and will be here in CR). So after class, I put my arm through his and said I had a proposition for him. When I explained the situation to him, he smiled and said, just ask, because he would like to go see places, too. I told him we would help pay for gas in his vehicle, and I would pay his entry fees. He said he would pay his own entry fees. So tomorrow we are going to see the volcano that is not too far from San Jose. I pray it will be clear when we get there so we can see it. Thank you Lord.

I praise God everyday for his goodness, because he truly is good to his kids. And I heard that one in my flock has started going back to church. Thank you Jesus.

Five new students arrived this week for six weeks intensive. They were all going to the mall, and I was invited, but decided I'd better stay home and get my laundry done since I'll be gone most of the day tomorrow and church on Sunday. And I just need some down time. (Yo necesito descansar. I need to rest.)

Every morning in class we have to read scripture and pray in Spanish. Well, this morning I chose Eccl.12:12-14. Well, lo and behold, Eccl. only had eight chapters in my Spanish Bible. I freaked! So My teacher and I are looking in the Bibles in class and sure enough, only eight chapters! Oh my, what a disaster, until we realized I was looking in Song of Solomon instead of Ecclesiastes! Well, we had a good laugh along with a big sigh of relief. Mercy, mercy, mercy! Boy, I'm glad this week of classes are over.

This past couple of weeks the song May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You has been running through my head. He is good and he does bless especially when we give him all. What an awesome Father we have.

Ps. 77:17-18 ...voice of thy thunder...lightenings...the earth trembled and shook.

Earthquake!! It was not strong where I was. In fact three of us went walking after the thunder storm was over. (It rained really hard, and the thunder was deafening. Lightening cracked and popped. So people that are fearful of these would have a hard time here right now. The rainy season is definitely here). As far as the quake goes, we only noticed that something out of the ordinary was happening because the tree that we were near started shaking and dropping water on us. And then we realized that it must have been a quake. I called it a tremor, but the TV said it was a 5.8. The family that lives above me said it shook some things off their walls. Everything in my house was the same. I guess it makes a difference whether your on ground floor or above. Psalms 77:17-18 describes yesterday to a tee.

I think it's a reminder of just how powerful our God is and what kind of authority He has. Totally awesome. I'm so glad I'm in His hand.

II Sam.12:23 I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.

My last entry was the 17th of April. Wow, a lot has happened since then. April 18th thru the 1rst of May was basically vacation time from studies. New students were to come in on the 27th of April, and we all were to meet them when they arrived at CINCEL. I was looking forward to a time of rest and maybe to see a little of Costa Rica. But none of that happened.

On the 19th, I received a note from my youngest son, Doug, that my 3 month old granddaughter had died. What??? Evidently she died of SIDS. Leah belongs to my second oldest son, Kenneth. She was born Jan. 8th. In my immediate family, we have not had a child die. Miscarriages, yes, but not this. I was totally shocked. I had to go home. I knew that Leah was already in heaven, but mom, dad, and sisters were still here! My neighbor, Tona came over to help me get plane reservations, etc. because I just couldn't get it together. What a blessing she was. And of course, the teachers and students that heard came over to comfort me and to be of help if possible. How long do I stay, and many other questions were going through my mind. I decided to return to C.R. on the 30th. On the flight home, I remember thinking that I wanted to hold Leah if possible. My daughter Penny and her husband were on their way from IL to KS. Doug, Penny, and Steve met me at the airport. The next morning, Penny, Steve and I were on our way to OK. There were no words to say to Kenny and Angela, just hugs and tears. We then went to the funeral home. She looked like a little doll laying there in that so very small casket. The funeral director asked if we wanted to hold her, and both her mommy and I said yes. So precious. My first meeting with my new granddaughter, and my last, on this earth anyway. Daddy had to leave the room.

When Leah's sister, Faith, heard that I had held Leah, she asked me why since Leah wasn't there. All I could say was that her body was still there, and I wanted to hold her. I had total peace through it all. Yes, my heart was(is) heavy for my son and Angela, but I knew and still know that God in all his wisdom and mercy has a purpose and a plan for all involved. If I could answer the question Why, then I would be God. I know that God gave Angela a couple of dreams to help give her peace, and she shared those with me. God is moving in this family in ways that we cannot see or know. And I trust Him explicitly. After all, I only have this family because He's the one who gave me all my children, and I have to remember that they in actuality are His, whether they serve Him at this time or not. All souls belong to Him according to Ezek. 18:4. He gave this scripture to me before I left for the mission field. So when I get to heaven, I am going to meet my granddaughter, Leah, and I believe we will know each other. I could be wrong there, but that's not a big deal, because we will still meet.

I thank God that He laid me on the heart of Pastor Julie before they received my email telling them of the sad news. God always takes care of His children. He knows the beginning and the end, and I am so thankful that I am His child, and that Pastors Bryan and Julie hear the voice of the Holy Spirit and obey Him.

It's interesting that my daughter-in-law, Jen, said that this was the first time in 14 years that all five of my children were together. Wow! So of course pictures were taken. Always at family gatherings like Thanksgiving and Christmas, there would always be one or two missing. That's not uncommon when family members live in different states. But what a sad occasion for this to happen. BUT God has a plan and purpose.

So today, classes began. I have the same teacher that I had the first seven weeks that I was here. But at least I can understand most of what she is saying, whereas before, I didn't. So I praise God that I have learned more than I thought I had.

We had AGTS last week. Theology classes. I have struggled with wearing the "missionary" hat. It slips down over my eyes! I have told my Father that I am not a missionary, more times than one. A teacher, yes, but not a missionary. Did you ever argue with God, the Father? There's no winning. So after classes last week, I guess I am. The hat doesn't slip as far as it once did, but...So I have been reading about some famous or not so famous missionaries, because before I was called here, I have to admit, I knew basically nothing about them. I still don't know a lot, but I'm learning. I can see God's hand in the books that Don, CINCEL director, has been loaning to me. Amazing what God does in our lives. Truly He is an exciting God. What an adventurer! Thank you Lord.

Boy, I think that my English is getting worse. I have to think twice about spelling some words, and to double think about writing my sentences! That's really crazy, except that's it's a sure sign that Spanish is beginning to take hold. Hallelujah!!

I just praise God everyday for His love and care of me and mine. He is truly an awesome God, and He loves like no one else. And when we really relinquish all to Him, He does amazing things in us and for us. We Christians continually say that God is in control, but when bad, or rather what we consider to be bad happens, do we still believe that He is in control? Yes, I do. What about you?

I Sam.15:22...Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams.

Gloria a Dios. I am so thankful that God is who he is. Today Leticia and I visited a new church with other missionaries. Oh my, it was an answered prayer. I have visited several here, but none have been where I could call home. I have prayed, Lord put me in a true Pentecostal church. One where they actually DO what your word says. James says we have to be doers of the Word and not hearers only. I want a church that practices what it preaches. I want a church that gives time for the Holy Spirit to move. I want a church that truly takes time to worship, not sing 3 or 4 songs, everybody sits down and then we are taught from some book and author other than the Bible and the Holy Spirit. I want a church where the Lord speaks to his people with messages in tongues with the interpretations thereof. I want a church that anoints the sick and believes God's word for them. Jude said "that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered to the saints." What was that faith? And what was he telling us when he used the word contend?

This morning the Pastor said to turn to James 5:13. I knew what was coming, and I could have jumped out of my seat for joy, but I held myself back. And sure enough, he started talking about healing and bless his heart, he confirmed what I've been saying. We don't have to hold on to sickness, and it doesn't matter how old you are. The rest is me saying what I feel. Jesus didn't take those stripes for nothing, but many times I feel the church counts them as nothing by the way they act. I always hear what the doctors say, but not what God says about the situation. If God can't heal you, then know for sure the doctors can't. And if it's God's will for you to be sick, then why are you going to a doctor? And it isn't God's will for us to be sick, otherwise He wouldn't have provided healing. And now I hear those infamous words, "yeah, but..." Find "yeah but" in God's word. And I was so thankful that I could get anointed for a cough I've been battling. So am I healed? Of course. Isa.53:5, James5:15, and I Pet. 2:24. It's a horrible feeling to know what God's word tells you to do, and you can't find a church that does it or doesn't take the time to let you know that if you are sick and need be prayed for that they will do it. Very sad. I wonder at times what God thinks about it all.

Now comes an exciting event. When we were all walking out of the building, one of the ushers, I thought, said I had vomit on the back of my slacks. I put my hand back there to feel, and sure enough, they were wet. However, I had not heard that familiar sound when a child vomits. Well, he was ushering me and Leticia outside to the bathrooms. The ladies were all full so he stuck me in the men's bathroom and left. One of the guys with him was wanting to hold my purse while I cleaned up. Clean up with what? No paper of any kind, no water other than what was in the toilet. So I went outside again,and he put me back in there. So I went back out the third time and said, "no entiendo" which means I don't understand rather loudly. He gave me a cup of water, and Leticia came in to wipe the stuff off with that and her tissues while the other guy took my purse. Are you getting the picture? Well, Leticia had some on her behind, too. So here we are wiping this stuff off. I smelled it, of course, while Leticia is basically saying don't do that. These people are so afraid of small stuff. Well, I'm sorry, it didn't smell like puke! In fact, it smelled like French dressing. The orange kind in the bottle. In fact, I know that's what it was. I can't believe how fast all this took place to the point that things "you know" aren't right, but at the same time they aren't registering in the brain correctly. Well, these guys got my "purse". They are surely very disappointed, because what they got was my English/Spanish parallel Bible. Maybe $4 or $5 dollars in change, if that much, my prayer cards, a tube of lipstick, a comb, a pen, a few pieces of candy, and maybe a copy of my passport. And my eyeglass case, and I just remembered I had 2 Lempiras from Honduras worth about 40 cents in my Bible. And the purse was actually the bag I carry to go shopping. So my prayer for them is that they can't get away from the Word! I pray they get so convicted that they have to get saved in order to have peace!! Wouldn't that be just like our God? So that's my exciting day so far. Of course the day isn't over yet!!!

Friday past was graduation day for some. It was a day of gladness and sadness just like any graduation. Some left the following day and some will leave this week. I will miss one family in particular. Corey and I love to spar! Some people think we are arguing, but we're actually having fun. We have a good time. So Corey I will definitely miss those fun times. Tona, whom I've heard can cut you like a knife but you never know it because she does it so sweetly, I will miss you. Maggie, so quiet, and Alex, the ideal escort. You're a great family, and I pray God's blessings upon you, and that his will be performed in each of your lives as individuals and as a family. I love you guys.

And tomorrow my granddaughter has her 22nd birthday. Congrats Kelcie.

Isa.64:9...eye hath not seen nor ear heard ...things which God hath prepared for them that love him.

Two more weeks and the first trimester will be over. Praise the Lord! Only three more trimesters to go. Reminds me of counting down semesters in college. So glad when one was over and excited to start the next.

So we returned from three days in Panama yesterday. We went to the city of David about 45 minutes from the Costa Rica/Panama border. David has a big Jewish population. Can't you tell by the name? It's a very nice sized city. We could walk downtown from the hotel, and that was nice. It's super hot there, and we were all happy to have air conditioners in our rooms especially at night. There is a store called Conway that is owned by Target, and the o in Conway has the Target logo. Interesting. We had to take a cab there which usually cost about $2 each way, but everybody usually chips in so it isn't quite so expensive. And the best of course was a Momentos coffee shop similar to Starbucks close to the hotel. Absolutely heavenly! Also I asked Leticia to ask one of the workers in Conway if she knew a good place to get our hair cut. Sure enough, so we went there. $4. Great! And we learned that Betsy, the young lady who cut our hair went to an Assembly of God church. God truly does direct our paths.

One thing you learn to do in Latin America is to walk. I praise God that I've always been a walker. So to walk a couple of miles is not a big deal. Therefore we walked downtown more than once to go to the store Picadilly. Talk about cheap! I bought a nice looking watch for three bucks. No, it isn't an expensive brand name, but that's ok. If it gets stolen or it quits working, I won't cry or lose much. I'm sure batteries here cost more than $3. And my old, cheap watch is about ready to die, and all the coating has worn off, so it has a bronzed look! Totally different than any other watch I've seen.

We stopped on the way back in Dominical, I hope that's the name, for lunch. The place was playing 60's and 70's music which was interesting. But then I went to take a picture of the front of the place, and there next to the sign, up in the air, was an old van like the hippies use to drive. Well, that spoke volumes. And then I learned that this place was a surfer's paradise. So we all went down to the beach. No shells, only rocks of all sizes. And sure enough there were surfers out there riding the waves. And of course the usual venders selling their wares. Then back on the bus and away we went.

But I think of the greatness and bigness of God. I look at the expanse of the ocean and the sky, and I get overwhelmed by just how great is our God. His intelligence we can't even begin to fathom. And yet He knows me, everything about me, and He loves me anyway. But as I told Ritchie, He loves the prostitute down the street, too. That's just to keep things in their proper perspective. And we can't even begin to out love Him, or out give Him. I think about the things He asked us to give up in order to go to a foreign country, and when everything is looked at from a different angle, we realize that He gives back to us a lot more than we gave up.

And it's interesting the places you call home. We were all so glad to return "home" to CINCEL. Normally, everybody tries to get away from here. Most all feels like it's kind of like being in a prison. The scenery, what scenery? There isn't anything that's really eye pleasing here. The creek (people call it a river, but it's really a tiny creek)next to our living quarters, we call peepeecaca because it smells so bad. But we were all ready to be home! And we praised God for a safe trip and for not having any problems at the borders. Speaking of the borders. You have to drive your vehicle, however large or small, through this car washing thing to wash off the bugs, dust, or whatever before entering or leaving either of the two countries! We all thought that was a little amusing and strange.

So serving God is an adventure. Sometimes it's not so much fun, but in the end it will all be worth it. The things He has planned for us if we are willing to follow him definitely includes a cross, come and die, but also to live life to the fullest. And I pray that He keeps me on that potter's wheel always in order that I may hear those precious words, well done thou good and faithful servant.

1John 5:4 ...and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith

The Lord hears our prayers and answers them! So the lesson with the little ones went ok. I did my story and Corey did his. We had to translate to English for those that didn't understand Spanish. However, Corey had to translate part of his because I didn't know the words. So good job Corey!!!

Revelations 12:11 says that "they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony... Every time God answers a prayer, however small we think, we are over comers because what he does builds up our faith in him. So one day I am going to remain calm when I have to do something that is not comfortable for me, in Jesus name.

I learned through one of my former students in HN that Eva will be teaching them English this year. Another prayer answered. I wanted so much for them to be able to continue English. I believe that we need to train or help someone else to do the job that we do so that when we are no longer there, the job, ministry, etc. will still go on. I use to tell Eva all the time that she needed to be teaching English. Her reasoning was the same as mine with the little ones, I can't do that very well. Well, with God I can do all things that he has called me to do because he strengthens me. So please pray with me for Eva. She will be so good.

We just finished half of the trimester in Spanish. Whew! This next week is AGTS. I'm not for sure what it is all about. No one has explained it very well, but it will be in English. It's not a good thing to be without Spanish for a whole week. I'm thankful for Leticia because when we walk, she practices her English with me, and I practice my Spanish with her. God truly does supply all our needs.

O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Amen.

Luke 18:1...that men ought always to pray, and not to faint.

I think I'd better use the same scripture this time as last time!! What a two weeks this has been. Well, I didn't have to fix lunch. Ritchie made pupusas in my apartment. But then he told me that he had invited all the teachers! Thanks for that heads up while you're fixing lunch!! So I went next door to borrow some plates and forks. I have four plates, four saucers, and 4 salad forks, the little ones. But all went well. God always takes care of things and us. The teachers enjoyed the food. Pupusas are made like small tortillas, only they have cheese, meat, and/or beans inside. Really good. It appears that there is a controversy as to who "made" pupusas first: Honduras or El Salvador. Hondurans say they did, and El Salvador says they did. I don't really care, I'm just glad somebody did! They are one of my favorite foods in Central America.

And I found out from one of the missionaries that is stationed here that it is ok for me to walk by myself. Thank you Lord. Leticia and I usually walk on Mon. and Tues. Last Saturday we took the bus downtown and went to one of the museums. Very interesting. Today, Saturday, Robyn and I went downtown and ate at a little restaurant called " El Spoon". Good food!! And then we went to the national museum which is housed in the old army fort here in San Jose. Of course, Costa Rica doesn't have a military of any kind today. What was really interesting was the drawings and writings on the walls of the "jail" that was used for disciplinary actions towards the soldiers or for political prisoners. Some of the dates were from the 40's. And most said, "remember..." Very
interesting. One day this week Robyn and I walked down to one of the malls, ( a mile or so away)
and then went to another store that is like Dollar General. Good place to buy school supplies.

So now my assignment for this week is to tell the story of the three Hebrew children in the fiery furnace, in Spanish, of course, to the 4 year old kids in our day care. And there are only 4 here at this time. Do you know how bad I dislike doing something when I'm not for sure exactly what and how to do it? There's a reason I teach junior high and high school kids. I've been told it doesn't have to be perfect (like it would be anyway?) because they're only 4. Well, excuse me, I don't care if they are only 4. It needs to be done well. We're talking about a miracle that God performed. So the Lord will definitely have to perform another for me to do this. Am I complaining? Nope, it's just the way it is and my feelings about it. I can sit on the floor or in a rocking chair with kids on my lap and tell them stories, but this has to be with props and other things for them to do. Oh, and I have to teach them a song and a prayer, in Spanish of course! So I chose Jesus Loves Me for the song, and I'm praying for the prayer to come. Thank God for Robyn. She said she would draw the pictures for me, and I can write the story on the back. Smart, talented girl. Thank you Lord for her and her willingness to help me. And I was given a printer today so I can copy some pictures for the little guys to color when all is said and done. God is good and he does supply. And He will help me on Wed. The printer will be passed on to someone else when I leave here.

So in another week we change teachers. Hopefully, I'll be where I need to be. It's not a good thing to get a test and not know a thing on it. I'm thankful I have a college degree, and I don't worry about grades anymore. But at the same time, I want to do my best. However, when you don't know something, you don't know it. And today, Monday, I found out that I can go back a level when we change classes. Thank you Lord for that.

Before the Lord sent me to HN I never really thought about missionaries a lot. One reason was I didn't know too much about their lives. I listened when they came to the church, and I have supported them as a whole through the church. But when you're living around them, you see a whole different side of life for them. Like here, we have pre-school, elementary and junior high kids. They're great, but they have no place to go to visit their friends because they're all back in the states, and there is no place here for them to play outside. The little, and I mean little, park outside CINCEL's gate is not good because of the doggie leftovers that owners are suppose to dispose of and don't. And they have to learn to pick wisely what kind of gifts they want for birthdays, Christmas, etc. because it will all have to be shipped to wherever they are going. And that means weight and money. They have left grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, toys, bicycles, their schools, etc. because the Lord called their parents to be missionaries. Sometimes they go through some tough times emotionally and physically in order to adjust. What great kids these are. When they go past my door, I usually hear a "Hi Miss Beverly." They're from the the south, can't you tell? I praise God for them and I pray for them. I had to change schools a lot when I was growing up, so I understand that it's not always an easy thing to do. So I hope you will pray for the kids along with their parents.

So this is a little different than what I've written before, but life is life and sometimes it's tough. And yes, God is here helping and working with each of us and will use all the tough times to teach us and help us become what he wants us to be. And He always uses those tough times farther down the line, and they always increase our faith in him. But it is difficult to see that when you're in the battle.

Once again thanks for your support. Love and prayers.

Luke 18:1...that men ought always to pray, and not to faint.

The 4th week of language school is about to begin. I don't know whether to laugh or cry!!! However, things are beginning to make more sense. I didn't go to the feria yesterday to buy fruits and veggies. I needed a day to just stay home, and get my brain together, if that's possible. School goes very fast with a lot to learn and do, and it seems there is no time to just think about what you are trying to learn and understand. Plus take care of all the normal life stuff like laundry, buying groceries, etc. But when you're in the military, you go and do whatever you're assigned, period. And this is what it feels like, but then I am in God's army, so that takes care of that.

Today Leticia and I went with Ritchie to the church he attends. We had to take 2 different buses each way, and that was good. It gave Leticia and I a chance to start learning the bus system. It cost us each about $.75 total. The taxi, one way, is about $6. So the bus is definitely the way to go. I didn't understand the pastor's speech very well, but I knew what he was talking about. Pray, pray, pray, and more than just those 5 minute prayers.

I do pray, a lot. I don't like Costa Rica at all, or maybe I should say San Jose. It's always overcast, so I rejoice when I can get some sun. It's not cold, but it's not so warm either. The food is ok, not as good as Honduran or the states. But then you can buy what you want at the store, so that solves that problem. You are not suppose to go walking by yourself, because it's suppose to be too dangerous. That really stinks. I'm so used to walking. And I think I'm homesick for HN. Isn't that a little strange? But then someone reminded me the other day that I had lived there for 2 years. Missionaries are strange people! They love their own country, their flesh and blood families, and miss them, but their hearts are in the countries where God has sent them to minister. When they say the country they were born in is not home, people look at them like the just committed treason or something. And that's not the case. I wouldn't trade my citizenship for any other other country in the world, not even Honduras. But at the same time, it (the U.S.) isn't my home anymore. But then God tells us that this world isn't our home either. So we just have to put it in perspective. When my daughter-in-law was in the army, she said home was where her feet were. I think of that often when I'm not wanting to be here. I know I need this year here to learn, but...and it's those buts that get us into trouble!! So I just have to pray, because I know God sent me here for a good purpose, for his glory, and not to die, so...get over it, Beverly.

Thursday, Deya took Corey and I downtown on the train. We could not sit together or with her. We had to sit with others and speak Spanish. That was ok. When we got off the train, we went to the Mercado, market. Wow, it was big. You can buy fresh fruits, vegetables, meat, spices, and a lot more. One of the meat venders was hollering "hey, hey," and when we turned around, he was holding a pig's head! (Of course, we had to film everything because Deya used it in our class for discussion). I'm telling you, some people in the U.S. would think that was just terrible, but you buy FRESH meat and veggies here, not something that has been frozen for however long. So I want to go back there when I need meat. I did buy an once of paprika for $.15, and I need some bay leaves, but didn't about it while I was there. Oh well, another day. We walked all over, took a bus to the other side of town, I think-I was so lost-and then we decided to walk the rest of the way home, which was about a mile or so. What a class!

It's amazing the things (attitudes) that are in us that we aren't even aware of sometimes. But God has a way of bringing them to the surface in order to help us change them. I was told by one of the teachers that I was fixing lunch for her and Ritchie in 3 weeks. I said, "Really?" She's going to combine our class that day. Supposedly it was Ritchie's idea. He says not!! That really ruffled my feathers! I like to be asked! Oh, well, so be it. I was praying, " Dear Lord, what am I suppose to fix?" He gave me an idea, so it will be ok. Then another teacher said that you're not suppose to answer your door barefooted. What?? No, it's not showing respect. My house, my friend, and I'm not suppose to go barefooted! Amazing! AND you're not suppose to put your book bag, purse, or Bible on the floor in the church. That too, is disrespectful. But, you should not leave them on your chair behind you when you are singing and praying because of thieves. Oh, yes, thieves do go to church. So I have decided to check this out with others. And to smooth the feathers.

I guess I've rambled long enough. I will overcome, because I refuse to be overcame by stuff. Because "when we all get to heaven what a day of rejoicing that will be, when we all see Jesus we will sing and shout the victory."

Love and blessings to all of you. And thank you so much for your prayers. As you can see, I need them.

Isaiah. 55:3 Incline your ear, and come unto me: hear and your soul shall live...

Great news! I have a new great-grandson. Jaden Alexander born yesterday(01/22/11), five weeks early, but is doing fine and will go home this week. Thank you Lord for answered prayer. His mama was also early, and "they" said she would be in the hospital 3-4 months, but she went home in a week too. How great is our God.

I have survived the first two weeks of language school! I don't know that I speak it any better at this point, but at least some missing components are being learned, and that's definitely good. I understand most of what my instructor says, but not all. So when I'm in total confusion, she slows down and goes a different direction, which helps a lot. I'm glad I have a year. I bombed the first test in the area of making a question from answers already given. It's like after the question word, then what goes where? I can ask questions, but this really threw me. But not to worry. I have a year, and I'm not getting a degree. And at this point in my life, I'm really not too worried. I just want to learn the language. I'm more concerned about quality, not quantity. I don't know if the teachers feel that way, but...
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So what have I done? Yesterday a friend and I went to PriceSmart to buy a card. It's like Sam's. We could split the cost and each have our own card. We took a cab there and back. She is from Chile and speaks Spanish, but she is new here, too. So even though she speaks the language, she is a little nervous at doing things on her own also. The money is different for her just like it is for me. So we both have to figure out how much something cost in order to know if we want to pay the price. Even in Honduras, I always asked myself if I would pay that in the states. If the answer was yes, then I bought it. If not, then I wouldn't. So we were very proud of ourselves and thanking God for taking care of this and getting back home. We do have cards to carry with us in case we don't know how to say where we live or the cab driver doesn't know the area. Thank you CINCEL for those. She and I decided today that we are going to be brave and start taking the bus. It's much cheaper, and it is safe. We just have to remember to look and see where we get on and off!!

A bunch of us went to the mall Friday night to eat in the food court and walk around. Some of us stayed to watch a movie. It's in English and has Spanish subtitles. That's interesting especially when they make a big deal of stating that it isn't pirated. The only way I know that is because one of the students here explained it when I couldn't figure out what was happening. And yes, you can buy all the goodies before you go in just like in the states.

We went into one of the stores in the mall which is suppose to be something like Wal-Mart. Ha! One of the guys wanted to buy a backpack, and they were $70. Yeah, $70.00. In the states maybe $15. Crazy. We have to go to Panama in March because of our visas. Everyone has said to stock up on shampoos etc. because they are much cheaper there. Will definitely be looking at that.

Every Saturday morning some of us go to the feria. That's the farmer's market here. Definitely cheaper than in the grocery stores. There are two that are open on Saturdays and Sundays. We usually are there about an hour. Some of the apples come from the states, but they are usually from Chile. And yes, they are just as good. Maybe Johnny Appleseed went there too, you think?? No, I think God just spread his goodies everywhere that the climate he made was agreeable for them.

Ministry? Aw, yes, ministry. Well, my ministry appears to be to help those along the way with their faith in what God's word says. And I'm not for sure if that's the way to say it. However, one young fellow(he's 24) told me the other day that he was my mission. Really? It seems I'm always correcting, preaching or whatever to him. Bless his heart. And when I have prayed for him, God answered that night or the next day. This young man has a wonderful calling on his life to help the kids in El Salvador. He has been there 2 years already. He can speak very well, but he doesn't have all the other stuff that comes with learning language. So here he is. And me. God definitely has a sense of humor. So next week Leticia and I are going with him to his church. It's an arm of the one he attends and works with in El Salvador.

What else? I miss my family. I miss Honduras, and I don't think I'll ever get use to all the bars on my windows and doors. Locked gates going in and out of the driveway. We in the U.S. do not realize the freedom we really have. Oh, to hold on to it.

I'm thankful everyday for the Lord Jesus Christ. He is so awesome. Never did I think I would be doing what I'm doing, let alone at the age I'm doing it. Now I understand Abraham and Moses much better than before. God doesn't stop using people when they reach a certain age. If we are his children, we serve him until the day he takes us home. It isn't just the "young" that he calls. He has a plan for all of us. It's the world that says, "You have worked long enough, and now it's time to retire." And do what? Serve ourselves? Die? No. And God doesn't call everyone to leave their families, homes, etc. and go to a foreign country. But he does call us to serve him, and be a light in the place he has put us. I pray that God's kids will read his word everyday in order to really know who this great God is. He will reveal himself to anyone that truly desires to know him. And when he does that, you'll never be the same.

Thanks to all of you that help support me in offerings and prayers. May God bless you abundantly.

Ps.68:19 Blessed be the Lord who daily loadeth us with benefits...

Here it is, a new year. As a child I never thought the year 2000 would be a reality. It was like a sci-fi movie that just wasn't true. I just couldn't think that far ahead. So now it is eleven years after! Many people make new year resolutions and I probably did to in my younger years, but no more. It just doesn't make sense to me to do that. I have goals, but it's one day at a time.

Christmas time was good. I spent time with my family and friends. And I loved seeing the changes in my grand-kids. They are growing up so fast.

And now I'm in Costa Rica at CINCEL, the language school for the missionaries that are going to Spanish speaking countries. It's a close knit bunch already. God's people connect with each other, and they grow into families. And the family just keeps growing! It's amazing to think that I have brothers and sisters all over the world. It is interesting to hear everyone's story of how the Lord moved in their lives to get them on the mission field. Every story is unique, but then so is each one of us. God has a plan for each of us, whether we're on the mission field or not, and he uses everything in our past one way or another to bring us to where we are today and to use it for his glory. I shudder to think where I would be today if God was not active in my life. It's a scary thought.

I have been here for 4 days and it has been busy. My apartment is 2 big rooms with 2 baths. They made 1 big apartment from 2 one room apartments. I'm so glad because I need space. Perhaps that's why I like to live in the country. God is so good, and he takes care of little things. For example, my rooms are shades of my favorite colors, green and brown. The coffee cups are like mugs that I like to use to drink coffee. I have a large closet and a queen size bed that is very comfortable. I have cable and the internet. I'm right across the driveway from the entrance to the school. It can't get much better than that.

This morning we went to the fruit market. It was very big. We share things when there are too many for one or two people. Ritchie (who is 25 , single, and stationed in El Salvador) and I split avocados and limes. Too many carrots in a bag? Share them. I just bought one huge carrot which will last me all week, whether I cook it or use it raw. There is nothing like fresh vegetables and fruits. Right now I'm cooking 3 beets, and in a few minutes 3 of us are going down the street to buy eggs. So we went, and now we're back. Great little store down around the corner. We also found a nursery, so I want to buy a couple of live plants next week so my nest will really feel like home. Just gotta have plants in the house!

There are many AG churches in San Jose, but tomorrow we will go to the one around the corner. I think it has 2 morning services. So it has to be really big. Will see.

Well, today we didn't go to the one around the corner! We went to another, and the pastor is the Superintendent over the AG churches here in CR. Some things I understood, and some I did not. However he likened Gen.1 with our lives. The world was created by God and then God brought order into it. Our lives are not in order when God calls us. He brings order by bringing light which of course is Christ. And then somewhere in his message he said that we have to live God's word and culture and not the culture in which we live. Ritchie nudged me and said that he felt like he was sitting in my living room, because I had just "preached" that culture message to him before we left for church. He had said,"oh, my God." When I said you ought not say that he responded that it was the culture here. Well, that was an open door and I walked right through it! They say it in Honduras, too. When I asked why he said it, he said he didn't know. We ought not be using God's name in vain. The culture of the kingdom of God is different than the culture here, in the U.S., and Honduras. Jesus went against his culture many times, and was loved or hated by those around him. We have to follow in his path. This is the second time that this culture theme has been confirmed for me. The last Sun. in the states, I went to church with my youngest son, and his pastor also made the same statement. I love it when God confirms something that he has given me. Oh happy day...

One missionary is here from Chile and is going to India. She is here to learn English and then Indi (?)when she arrives there. I will be helping her with English while she helps me with Spanish. Grandma used to say "turn around is fair play".

So tomorrow classes begin. I am so ready!!

Many thanks Lord for your peace, and for your daily care of us, and you truly do load us daily with benefits: family, friends, everything that we need and desire even when we aren't sure what those things are. And thank you for remembering my family always.