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Greetings everyone!

Since Emily and I have gotten married we have created a new joint family blog that we will be posting to from here on out. We'd love for you to continue reading our posts (even though I clearly don't post often enough...) and keeping up with what God is doing in our lives in Lesotho! You can find our new blog home at the following address:

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Blessings,

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Blink

They say time flies when you're having fun (whoever "they" are). Blink your eye and it'll be over. I was told countless times before and during my college years that they would fly by. And recently a good friend has told me a number of times that time only seems to go by quicker the older you get. The last month or so for me has confirmed and re-confirmed just how quickly time passes us by.

My last month in Lesotho this year was a whirlwind to say the least. Terp left at the end of May, so June was my first opportunity to spread my wings and fly solo, so to speak. In June we had two back-to-back teams from Holland Christian High School in Michigan, USA as well as introducing Beautiful Gate to a new church from Denver, Colorado as they served another ministry in Lesotho for the first time. I knew going into the month that it was going to be busy and challenging, especially since it would be my first time truly leading teams on my own. It definitely was those things, but so much more too. I can't emphasize enough how faithful God is and how perfectly His plan is laid out before us, if we're only willing to humble ourselves and listen to Him as He leads and guides us.

As with any team, I had a schedule for the week planned out, you know, as a baseline. But, as with every team also, that schedule proved to be very fluid and changed more times than I can count. Mike and Tim, the leaders of these teams, have both been to Lesotho and Beautiful Gate many times and, over the years, have made many connections and relationships with individuals and other ministries. That being said, it meant there was always something more these teams wanted to be able to do.

Let me pause here and just express my deep love and gratitude for Mike and Tim. These two guys are true servants for God's Kingdom and every change to our schedule was proof of how they allow God to lead their lives, not their own need to stick to a routine. I can only hope that I'm able to put my relationships with God and other people at the absolute forefront of my life the way these guys do. 

Anyway, after a month of playing with children, loving housemothers, encouraging missionaries, ministering to teen mothers, building greenhouses and benches, playing soccer with juvenile delinquents, painting interiors and exteriors of multiple buildings, aiding street kids, praising God in His house, praising God in His creation, seeing two individuals come to know Jesus, laughing until we cried, and crying until we laughed the teams were done. All the months of preparation and the long hours of leading these teams were finished. I couldn't believe (and I sort of still can't believe) how quickly it all went by. I really felt like I blinked and it was done. Not only that, but I feel like I blinked and 5 months were done.

As I sit writing this now I'm currently back in good old Grand Rapids, Michigan. I'm all moved in and settled into my new home for the next six months. I'm already making plans and getting ready for the next phase of my job as North American Ambassador. I'm reconnecting with friends and family. As I do all that, though, I realize too that it's already been a week since I got home. How is that even possible? If I'm not careful I'm going to blink again and be flying back to Lesotho already. Time is so weird. It's somehow simultaneously the most predictable and most unpredictable thing. You just never know if each second is going to drag on or if 5 months is going to fly by. When I think about time like that I'm so grateful we serve a God who is above and outside of time. It has no effect on Him whatsoever. No matter how fast or slow our lives seem to be moving along, God is always present with us. He's faithful to provide what we need when we need it. As I reflect back on the sonic-boom that was June 2016 I'm grateful that I can see God's hand in every fleeting moment of it. What a blessing, what an honor, what a privilege it is to be in the company and service of such a God.

As I look ahead to the next six months, and the years after, I am so excited. Regardless of how slowly or quickly they come I'm assured that God will be with me every step of the way. He will provide for my needs. He will lead me and guide me. He will equip me for whatever He calls me to. And one day, after a few good blinks, I'll get to see my Jesus face to face. I can't wait for how amazing that will be. Until then, though, I pray that I have the presence of mind to see God in every moment and in every face between each blink.

Peace Out

Hindsight is one of the greatest gifts for recognizing God's faithfulness in your life. As I sit in my office overlooking the BG playground on this sunny May afternoon in Lesotho I can't help but be amazed at how intricately involved God has been in every step of bringing me to this place. He gave me to parents who know the importance of following Christ and were intentional about raising me up in the faith and encouraging me to be involved in the church. He brought us to a church where I would befriend other young people who would later share their positive experiences at a place called Calvin College and encourage me to visit. At Calvin God led me to an exploratory ministry internship that brought me to a church in Redlands, California. There, He brought Beautiful Gate to my attention. From there He led others to get me in contact with Christina Terpstra, BG's North American Ambassador, and at the end of our short meeting I was committing to spending a year in Lesotho. During my time at Beautiful Gate during that first year God provided the opportunity to take the reins of the North American Ambassador role from Terp. And here I am.

I'm reflecting on each of these chapters of my life now because this week a new one will begin to unfold. Last Wednesday I said goodbye to Terp as she finished out her time here on the ground in Lesotho as Beautiful Gate's North American Ambassador. She and I will still travel together and advocate for BG later this year, but until July I am flying solo for the first time in the team leading aspect of this job. God has made it so clear that this is the role He wants me in. Every chapter of my life has led to this one. Because of that I have full confidence that He will equip and prepare me to do this job with excellence and for His glory. But I also have confidence because He spent the last 5 months preparing me via an incredible teacher/trainer/mentor/predecessor/friend/etc.

Terp, this post goes out to you. It's my opportunity to thank you and recognize you in front of all those who are loving and supporting me in this role. It's my way of shining a light on the incredible impact you've had on Beautiful Gate's legacy and on the lives of each and every child we've had in our care while you were here. I know you don't want this kind of recognition, and I don't say it to boost your pride or to convince others you're a superhero. I say it because in and of yourself you didn't do anything. I say it because you allowed God to use you, to work in and through you, for His glory. I say it because your presence reflected Jesus to every child, staff member, and volunteer at Beautiful Gate. I say it not to make your name great, but to make God's name great! Your journey with BG is a testament to all of us of what God can accomplish if we are humbled before Him, willing and ready to follow wherever He leads. Thank you for setting such a wonderful example for me as I move into this position. Thank you for your leadership, training, and all you did to prepare me to do this job. Thank you for your friendship and the constant love, support, and encouragement that comes with knowing you. Thank you.

Terp, your fingerprint will forever be on Beautiful Gate. The joy and laughter your brought will never be forgotten. I'm so grateful to God for providing you to help make me ready to fill in your shoes, to grab the baton, and to continue growing the ministry and community God used you to start building.

Molimo a o hlohonolofatse, makhotsioaka!

                                            

Reality to the Fullest

Yesterday our campus chaplain expressed a truth that we were all feeling, but unable to put into words. He said, "Today we experience the reality of this place [Beautiful Gate] in its fullness."

Last week I was on a holiday with a few other missionary families. It was a wonderful time to just get away for a while, relax, unwind, and be re-energized before my last teams of 2016 come in June. About halfway through the week, though, I received a message that was both unexpected and undesired.

"A child died this morning."

I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to feel. I was seven hours away from Beautiful Gate, so I felt so removed from the situation. It was the first death of a child I had experienced since coming to BG at the end of 2014. As a BG community we hadn't had a child pass away since 2013. Obviously we all know that death is a reality wherever you are. And I knew it was always a possibility at BG considering part of the campus tour I've given countless times includes a stop at our memorial wall to commemorate and honor the 41 children that have passed away in our care. It was still  a shock, though, and, honestly, is something many of us are still processing through.

Yesterday we buried our beautiful child's body. As I woke up in the morning I again didn't know what to feel or expect. The child was just a baby. She wasn't with us very long at all. I hadn't had the opportunity to spend time with her or get to know her. When the time came a group of us walked to the road that leads to the cemetery. There we waited for the funeral services to bring the body. As the truck turned the corner the housemothers and other staff immediately began to sing. It was a balm for my struggling heart and soul. It wasn't a soft, quiet mournful singing. They sang traditional Sesotho hymns and they sang them loud. It was a combination of one of the most beautiful and saddest things I've ever heard. As we reached the grave that our maintenance men had spend the morning digging we all gathered around and a few men retrieved the casket from the back of the truck. That was when the first big lump formed in my throat and a bit of reality set in. I have never seen a casket that small. It was almost alarming how small it was. Once the singing ended the speeches began. Our campus nurse, housemothers, local community members, the district chief, and our chaplain all spoke words of truth and encouragement. The service was peppered with more singing and plenty of tears. After the speeches the casket was lowered into the grave. The women all received flowers that they placed in the grave as they took a moment to walk past and say goodbye. Then the men helped to fill the grave with the fresh earth. And then it was over. It was a beautiful service.

As I sat contemplating and praying through the events of the morning the Lord encouraged me with an image. We often talk about God as the author of our lives. He's the greatest storyteller there will ever be. As I imagined God writing the stories of our lives, I couldn't help but think that our lives on this earth are only the prologue of a much greater story. The life we know this side of heaven is only the pre-story. It's the set up for what's to come. We say so many times, especially at times like this, that death isn't the end. It's only the beginning in many ways. As I reflected further on the funeral we did that morning I realized that death was merely the turning of a page in our precious child's story. She no longer experiences the difficulties, pain, or suffering that comes in the prologue. She's now experiencing the fullness of Christ's love in the fuller, truer, perfect narrative He has for her. Hallelujah!

And despite the pain, the grief, and mourning we experience here in the wake of our baby's passing, God remains faithful. And He proved it in the most beautiful way yesterday. The very day we experienced the worst part of Beautiful Gate, God blessed us with the ability to witness the best part as well. Hardly an hour after the funeral finished an adoptive family arrived to meet their new daughter for the first time and take her to be a part of their forever family. It was a gentle reminder that He is in control. He knows what we need even before we do. And He is a good, good Father who loves His children with an unconditional, unwavering, unending love. Praise be to Him who who provides for those we commit into the arms of loving parents as well as those we commit into His own loving arms.

Gentle Reminders

Remember. I feel like I talk a lot about remembering on this blog. I don't mean to, but I often end up writing about how I'm reminded of this or that. When I think about it, though, it makes so much sense to me. For a long time now I've been convicted of the importance of that simple word, "remember." Remembering is the key to our faith in God. Think of how often God had to tell the Israelites to remember something He'd done for them in the past. How often they needed to be reminded that He is God and He is faithful. How often they needed a reminder because too often they forgot. We're really not so different today. The gods and idols we turn to and the distractions we get caught up with may look different, but we too are in constant need of reminding that God is the One and Only. Nothing else will satisfy. Nothing else will do. Too often we forget that truth. I need every reminder I can get.

Today that came in the form of some quiet time in one of the baby houses. The house mothers had a meeting and several of our long-term volunteers who would generally cover the houses are sick, so I found myself back in a house like last year. It was only for about 45 minutes, but in that time I was able to feed a bottle to a new baby girl. She is so small, so light, so fragile. She woke up from her nap crying. As soon as I held her in my arms she calmed down. She watched me with such inquisitive eyes. She wasn't afraid at all, just curious. As the other children napped I also spent some one-on-one time with one of the little boys who was very much awake. He kept pulling himself up on the side of the crib so he could see me. Eventually I took him out and we just sat together. His little hands roved over mine, investigating my white skin. He quickly made his way to my face, checking out the hair on my chin and the strange glass walls that covered my eyes. Again, he wasn't scared, just curious. As I sat on the bed with him on my lap, and as he nuzzled his head under my chin, I was, once again, reminded of why God has called me to Lesotho, to Beautiful Gate. Even though I work primarily in the office and with teams now and my time with the kids is limited, they and the house mothers are still my number one priority. They are the ones I fundraise for. Theirs are the stories I share with all of you. They are the ones I'm a mouthpiece and advocate for. They are why I'm in Africa. It's because of and through them that I'm able to give the greatest glory to God with my life. And, ultimately, that's why I'm here.

Thank you my dear children for the gentle reminders. Thank you Father for your constant faithfulness, love, and grace. My I always remember who I'm here for and what I'm here to do.

Living Water

I think it probably goes without saying that life in Lesotho looks a lot different than life in the U.S. Cultural differences aside there are all sorts of little things I do here on a daily basis that I don't do in the States. It's the difference of living in a first-world country vs. a third-world country. It's not bad, just different.

One of the greatest hassles of living here is having to filter water. Just by looking at the tap water (usually) you wouldn't know there was bacteria in it. For the most part it runs clear and looks refreshing. At this point my system is probably used to it and I could most likely drink it straight from the tap without being sentenced to a week in the bathroom. Better to be safe than sorry, though, right?  I really shouldn't complain because we have filters in our houses, so we don't have to boil water or run it through a coffee filter. At the same time, though, when all I want is a glass of water and the water jugs are empty it's just plain annoying.

A few weeks ago I was, once again, filling the water jugs in my house when I was reminded of the story of the woman at the well in John 4:

When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, "will you give me a drink?" (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food). 
The Samaritan woman said to him, "You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?" (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans). 
Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water." 
"Sir," the woman said, "you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his flocks and herds?" 
Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life." 
The woman said to him, "Sir, give me this water so that I won't get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water."
Verses 7-15

As I watched the water slowly fill up the jug it hit me that I was just like the Samaritan woman. My constant refilling the water jugs suddenly became an analogy for other parts of my life. So often I keep returning to different wells in order to draw up things that I hope will fulfill and sustain me, only to have to return again and again and again. I'm never satisfied. My thirst is never quenched. When I try and live out my life my own way, by my own power, I'm always disappointed. Like the woman at the well, I question Jesus and doubt that he can do what he says he can do.

But the beauty is that Jesus CAN do what he says he will do. He doesn't need any equipment to draw living water out of the well because he is the living water. Jesus doesn't offer us some external item; he offers himself. This is the truth of what we've just celebrated this past weekend. Jesus offered himself upon the cross as THE sacrificial lamb. He was and is the end all, be all, once and for all propitiation for our sins. He casts our sin as far as the east is from the west (Psalm 103:12) and the Father sees us as pure and blameless. Jesus died so that we may have life. But the Jesus I serve is even more powerful than that! He didn't stop there! He defeated death and rose from the grave with new and eternal life so that we too might have eternal life, new life. The journey from Palm Sunday to Resurrection Sunday is the fulfillment of the promise Jesus makes at that well in John 4. He died and rose again to give us that living water, to give us himself, in such a way that it will never ever ever run out.

Now as I refill the water jugs in my house and enjoy a cold, refreshing glass of water I remember, even though physically I will thirst again, spiritually my thirst has been quenched because of my Jesus, the living water that will never run dry. Hallelujah!

Good Food and Good Company

Yesterday I was just having a day. It wasn't a bad day, but it wasn't a particularly great one either. I woke up tired and felt pretty lethargic most of the day. I felt like I was hitting the proverbial wall. Since we have a team here right now that wasn't good. And, unfortunately, they noticed. I had a couple of the team members ask if I was feeling alright. I was fine, but I was spent. Earlier in the day I was trying to learn a couple new worship songs for evening devotions and I just couldn't get them right. I couldn't focus. And it really frustrated me. In hindsight I realize I was no longer practicing as a means of worshiping the Lord, but because it was part of my job. I felt like I had given everything I had and for some reason I wasn't getting recharged. Honestly, when it came time to head over for dinner and Family Time I was wishing I was heading for bed instead.
That is, until we had dinner. Oh my word, never in my life have I so vividly experienced the power good food and good company can have on one's attitude and outlook. The team that is here right now is from Mississippi. One of the women, in addition to serving us here at Beautiful Gate, is serving the team as the chef. And last night she made gumbo. To put it mildly, it was one of the best things I have ever put in my mouth. The food I've eaten with this team alone could turn me southern. More than that, though, this team is the epitome of "southern hospitality." They came to BG with a heart and a vision for serving the kids, as most teams do, but once here, they caught an even bigger vision. While they love playing with the kids, I've witnessed them blessing our house mothers with personal prayers and shoulder massages. They've taken the time to pour into our volunteers because they see how exhausted many of us are. They have blessed us with the gift of new swing sets on our playground, but one team member in particular went beyond that and spent time praying over the swings and literally writing Scripture into the wet concrete. They realize that coming to Lesotho, coming to Beautiful Gate isn't about getting a pat on the back. It's not about adding new stamps in their passports. In the end, it's not even about serving an orphan, a widow, or a tired missionary. They're here to serve God, to bring Him glory through their actions, to shed light on who He is and point others toward Him. They just get it.
As I was eating that delicious gumbo and sharing in fellowship with the team my spirit was rejuvenated. I physically felt more alert, more alive than I had just moments before. I felt more in tune with my Abba because my brothers and sisters were pointing me back to Him simply by serving a meal and sharing their hearts. That is what fellowship is all about. There doesn't have to be an elaborate planned out event with specific goals outlined and professional speakers for your spirit to be refreshed and grown. God made humans (plural) for a reason. He made us to be in community with Himself and with one another. After last night, my spirit is hungry and yearning for more. More time spent with my Papa. More time spent with my brothers and sisters. More time sharing our hearts and how we've seen God working, but also more time telling jokes and stories. All in all, I long for more time doing life with people who are seeking God together and encouraging one another along the way.