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BENJAMIN, age 13

Taking Care

The other day when I got out of bed I heard loud peeping. When I went out to our back yard the noise stopped, so I came back into the house. I heard the noise again. This time I ran toward the noise. When I got fairly close to the noise, it stopped again. I sat for about 5 minutes. Then I saw a movement in a bush. I got close enough to see an injured chick (broken leg). I brought him into the house to see how I could care for him. Once I got approval from my parents, I put him in a box. I gave him some millet and water. I put an old t-shirt in the box to comfort the chick like a mother hen would comfort with her wings. I borrowed my brother's reading lamp to keep the chick warm and comfortable.

Taking care of my chick is a lot of work. Every morning when I get up I go down to our pond and collect grubs. After searching for twenty minutes, I usually find enough for his morning meal. Then there is an after morning meal, lunch meal, after lunch meal, evening meal, and supper meal! The time it takes to feed my chick, hold and cuddle him and clean up after him, does not leave me much extra time to do other things I enjoy, but it is worth it.

It reminds me of what Jesus has done for all of us We are injured in sin just like my chick is injured. We call out for Him and He comes and rescues us. He hides us under His old T-shirts, He feeds us with His love, and cares for us every moment of the day.

~ Benjamin

Photos
1 Quibbles with a broken leg on Benjamin's arm. "He comes with us everywhere, even swim lessons!"
2. Quibbles studying math with Benjamin

ROBBY, age 14

Missionary in Guam

Some people think that becoming a missionary changes your life totally and that nothing will stay the same. I was one of those people. I thought if we moved to Guam I would be absolutely miserable. I would not be able to bring my horse, I wouldn't be able to ski, sled, snowmobile etc.etc.etc. . . . But when we did move here I found out that while it did change my life a LOT, many things were much the same as where I used to live!

I can still do my homeschool work, my chores, I can still ride my bike, hike, swim, read, and I still go to church every week. But, when I do these things I have to remind myself of why we are here. Whatever I do, however I do it, I am setting an example for others. This is part of my job as an MK (missionary kid). Since we have moved to Guam, I have also learned that no matter where I live, I am a missionary. Even if we had never left Montana I would still have been a missionary. Everybody around the world is called to serve God, whether it be in our own home, right where we are, or in a far-off country, we still have the same purpose.

~ Robby

Photo: Robby sharing in the sermon on Rota (about 50 miles from Guam) how God worked on his heart to accept moving to Guam.

Cindy

Sunbeam

I have always known my first work for Christ is to raise my boys to be loving Christian men. By telling them about how to have a personal relationship with their creator, I am molding these little missionaries. Jesus will guide us in the way we should serve Him, but sometimes the tempter makes me feel guilty for not having a bigger part in church ministries. This is when God sends little words of encouragement my way.

Often in my prayer time and from within the community God shows me how important my roll is in my children's lives. How did Elizabeth teach John as he was growing up? What about Hannah and Samuel? These are the lives God brings to me when I think that being a stay-at-home mom is inadequate. When I think of the work their children have done for the Lord I am greatly encouraged.

I will be the first to tell you that I am not perfect and neither are my boys, but several times a stranger, someone whom I did not even know was watching us, came up to me and made a comment about how well behaved the boys were. It is then that I know that God has called me for this work.

So, what is it that God wants us to do for Him here in Guam? Before we moved I had been thinking about how we could all be involved in sharing the gospel. Maybe a neighborhood kids club? I shared this idea with the boys, and they thought it would be a good way to reach out to the neighborhood kids and be a witness. We want to shine for Jesus and help the kids here learn to love and shine for Jesus too, so the boys came up with the name Sunbeam Neighborhood Club. We are in the middle of brain storming and creating flyers to hand out to the families.

There are plenty of children within our neighborhood that would be interested in kids club. A family of five kids lives across the road from us and about four families with 25 kids (and after school cousins) who live two blocks away. Most if not all are under the age of twelve.

When our family goes for evening walks or roller blading adventures, we see these children out playing in their yards or the street. Every child I see is so precious to me that I have to speak to them, I cannot resist. At Christmas time I commented on one family's lights they had strung in their trees. We talked a bit, then three girls asked if we wanted to see their lights on their house that is up the street. We went with them to look at their brightly lit house, and they then asked if they could see our lights. They thought it was cool that the boys got to string the lights up!

A couple of weeks after Christmas, two of the girls that took us to see their lights came knocking at my door. They were raising money for a school field trip. As we talked, one of the girls, Lanesha, asked where we were on Christmas day. She said she had come over to find out my name so she could make a Christmas card for me. I told her we were at a friend's house for Christmas dinner and was sorry we missed her visit. We exchanged names, I donated some money to their cause, and they left.

A couple of weeks later three girls came to our house, this time their parents said they could come in and visit. We had a lovely time. The very next day nine children came to our house to play. Right before thy left I asked if they would like to have a neighborhood club, and they thought it would be awesome. Several weeks in a row they came back. One time when the kids were at our house, Lanisha wrote in one of my notebooks, "You are the best friend, Cindy, you are my best friend. Love, Lanisha." And another time when she came over, she wrote on my magnetic grocery list, "You Rock, Cindy."

Stories, games, singing, and crafts will be a way to reach these children for Jesus, but more important, are how we live our lives and how we treat them. I want Lanisha and all the kids on the block to know the true Rock. Please pray as we try to show God's love to these precious jewels.

~Cindy

Photos:
1. Cindy telling children's story about Robby's horse, Jo.
2. Cindy talking at Rota about how God has led her through difficult times in her life.
3. Rob and Cindy

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