Skip to main content

God's faithfulness and Emiel the surfcoach

So I know I haven't written in a looong time.  And I have real reason for abandoning you (for those of you who have missed my blog and felt abandoned).  I have mentioned it before that we don't have internet at home and I have wanted to make sure that I don't put too much pressure on my parents by being at their place too often.  Oh, and my stinky attitude would have probably caused me to lose a bunch of you.


The reason for this post is that I just wanted to say that God is faithful.  To be honest we are poor (like waying up the cost of buying cleaning products versus buying food) and I was starting to feel completely hopeless.  It had gotten so bad I had panic attacks. During this time I picked up Stormie Omartian's Power of the Praying Wife and started praying for Emiel (please understand that this was hard.  It is not easy praying for someone you are angry at).  Then  a copy of the Power of the Praying Parent came my way.  I musn't forget to mention Charles Spurgeon's Morning by Morning that my mother-in-law gave me.  Something changed drastically in me.  I have always prayed but I think my prayers and my faith was more anout God are you going to show up?  Through these books I've been reminded of just living like He's in control and falling in love with Jesus again.

What this means,
Our financial situation has not changed, but God is refining and clarifying our calling (epecially Emiel's) and it is so exciting!!!!!   I think honestly I just wanted to know that God hadn't forgotten about us and boy did He love on us.  Emiel needed to get an accreditation for his surf coaching.  This would enable him to open his own surf school at some stage (not while we live where we currently live) or just give more to Sonsurf Strand. It involved a hefty sum of money that we had NO way of paying.  So what did God do he paid by way of a friend of a friend.  What adds to the wowness of this is that Emiel needed to send this guy an e-mail about himself, his calling, future stuff, etc.  Before sitting down to write that e-mail Emiel would not have been able to give you a straight answer.  I am really stoked (surfer term that I don't often use but I thinkis perfect for the occasion).

Much love to you all


Popular posts from this blog

Swollen-eye girl

My husband suggests I change my e-mail to swolleneyegirl@something.somethingelse.  It has something to do with the look of my right eye.  Little children, mine, were playing rough in my bed.  One child, the boy, pushes the other child, the girl, and that child lands on/in my eye.  What happened as a result is a fracture in the bone behind the eye.  Not really a problem, but I blew my nose a bit later.  This pushed air through the fracture in the sinus and it popped my eye out of the socket.   Luckily I was able to put it back.  I have to rest my eye and not blow my nose for 10days.  But God is so faithful, it could have been worse, the eye doctor blessed us with huge discount and another patient offered us a free family photo shoot.

And in other news we will be picking up our visas on the 28th of December!!!!!!!  God is so faithful and we have seen miracle upon miracle happen!  We know He will continue to move all mountains!  Please continue to pray for us!

As sore as my eye is I am f…

Alexander gets lost

Last night we lost Alexander while shopping.  We'd actually gone to look for a blanket for bicycle rides and he was really excited.  We'd also allowed him to walk beside us not attached to us.  Being 2 he abused this privilege and bolted.  I don't know why we took so long to register that we couldn't see him or why nobody paid us any attention when we started screaming his name.  Last night I'm sure I became the crazy gajin (foreigner) ranting.  Imagine the scene: I'm dressed like a ... I don't know-someone who didn't go to fashion school... and my eyes are already red and swollen from crying (another tale for another time.)  Bebe calmly perched on my hip, didn't even peep.  Emiel had the sense to remember that Alexander had wanted to go downstairs and went to look for him.  Alexander had taken himself down the escalators (I hated the stupid moving stairs before now I have even more yucky emotion towards them).  A woman on the basement floor found …

"I am happy Mom"

Today was Alexander's first field trip and well, my first field trip as a teacher.  We went to the Momofoku Ando Instant Ramen Museum- the birthplace of instant noodles.  With 11 little people, Alexander being the most unruly, my nerves were somewhat frayed by the time we got back to school.  Alexander has a way of fraying my nerves at the moment.  He has reached a new level of stubbornness that would frighten most mere mortals, but I am not a mere mortal, I am his mother.  The most amusing or irritating thing he has come up with is "I am happy Mom" when I have to discipline him.  Yes, Alexander, you are happy and I am happy for you, but I am more interested in how happy you will be in your future. I just know as I know that if I am not able to bend his will in the right direction he will grow up to be man that is forceful, hard and demanding.

In other news, my sister's boyfriend is fine.  It turned out to be something minor, but painful.  I really miss home when I t…