a safe place

Today (Sat, 5/18), we're sitting in another all day training for foster care.


It's gut wrenching at times to hear the stories/circumstances that causes some kids to enter the foster care system.

Like a child who had bruises on her body, a fractured skull and broken leg. These injuries happened at different times, yet she'd only been to the hospital once for them.

Oh…and by the way, she was only 5 months old! she was so traumatized when she first entered the system that she wouldn't cry when she was hungry, because she had learned that crying didn't get you anything anyways.

Please pray for us as we open our hearts and home to these kids. We know there will be difficult situations to navigate. But our hope and desire is to provide a safe and loving place for these children to grow and heal for as long as they're with us.

outwitted by these two shorties

It's taken 6 kids, and a 13+ years of saying good bye to my kids for me to be outwitted. And finally, these twins have done it!

outwitted by these two shorties

As all the girls were growing up when I was either leaving or saying goodnight I'd say "I love you". They'd always respond, "I love you too". To which I'd reply, "I love you more!"

This would always begin a chain of "I love you mores" back and forth. I would never, never, never let them get the last I love you in.  Even if I had to wait until they had fallen completely to sleep and then say it! I wanted them to know that no matter what their dad always loved them more.

Today, Naomi didn't respond "I love you more". Not even once. Instead she said, "I love Jesus more than you!" And then she ran off giggling because she new I couldn't say I love her more than Jesus. Nor could I tell her to NOT love Jesus more than me.

I was shocked. speechless.

After a couple seconds of quick thinking I replied, "Oh cool, that's so awesome."

Seeing hearing this interchange, Sarah quickly also chimed in the same way.

I had been outwitted.

Well played little Lara ladies. well played.

Psalm 37

The life of a missionary is an adventure of faith. We can honestly say that our faith has been challenged, stretched, and strengthened during this season of our lives. 

Psalms 37 contains two of our favorite verses when it comes to balancing our trust in God for our daily provision, yet also realizing that God uses his people to faithfully provide for us. 

I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children  begging for bread. (verse 25)

We can fully trust in His faithfulness to provide for us. No matter how bleak things look in the natural, we serve the God of the Supernatural! 

Delight yourself in the  Lord , and he will give you the desires of your heart. (verse 4)

By this we know that God does not only see our needs,  but he's also concerned and able enough to provide for our wants  as well. This is not to say that God is our cosmic vending machine, but he is a good father that desires to lavishly bless his children.

We are so thankful to everyone who already faithfully gives monthly, quarterly, annually, or occasionally as able to supply for our needs. We couldn't (and wouldn't want to) do ministry without you as part of our team.

Thanks for making an eternal difference! 

thank you!

when the plates fall

For most people it happens a least a couple times in life. We come to the end of our rope.

For me it was the first semester of my Senior year of college.

The semester started great. Deborah had returned from a year long internship in Texas. Soon after we got engaged and set our wedding date for the end of the school year. It was my last year of college. And work was going good.

But then towards the end of November we moved our wedding date up to Jan 2nd. Finals week and my procrastination were accelerating towards a head on collision. And for reasons I can't remember I was either fired or quit my job.

Our college also had a 2am curfew, so Deb and I, the star-struck love-birds that we were often stayed up till 2am talking or going out. So my sleep level was at an all time low.

And then I just stopped. I knew I couldn't keep all these plates spinning at the pace I was going. I knew something was going to crash, soon. My body was shutting down and I didn't see how I was going to survive everything that was demanding my attention.

That's when I needed a savior. Something, or someone to not just "help me" but instead to rescue me.

To this day I'm not sure how I did survive. I don't actually remember much from those last 3 weeks of December, it's all a blur. I'm sure Deb was a big help. And I'm sure I probably leaned hard onto God. In those moments what else can you do.

If you're experiencing #FallingPlates, I pray that the God described in this video will be your Savior too. As we approach Good Friday, and Easter Sunday, will you trust the only One who can save. (http://www.fallingplates.com)