Big Words by Pastor Darren

(PREFACE: One of the true blessings for me since moving to Honduras is my home church here, and the pastor. Pastor Darren loves God so much and pursues Him with all his heart. I'm encouraged and motived by his life and desire to drink from the living Word!

For almost a year now, I've been toying around with the idea of collecting "big words" that Pastor Darren uses during service to write a book. His messages are very exegetical in form, therefore, causing him to use big, hard, deep vocabulary. I am coming to the realization that writing a book entitled "Big Words by Pastor Darren" might not come into a flesh form for several years. So, until then, I'll just blog about the word.)

Today, Sunday August 17th, 2008, I caught at least three:

1. indicative

2. epitath

3. ethos

Some of those he has used before, of some of them we know the general meaning.  For the most part, these are words that he uses cause me to frown my brow because of a lack of understanding. These are the kinds of words that will be words that I will use in this book (or for now, blog)

1. Indicative: serving as a sign or indication of something. 

(I fail today because I just wrote down the word but not how it applied in the sermon, next week.....)

2. epitaph - a phrase or a statement in memory of a person who has died

3. ethos - the characteristic spirit of a culture or era or community as manifested in its beliefs or aspirations.

spaces and places with God, cool.

Today, I moved into bedroom number 5, house number 4 since I've moved to the Ranch and joined this ministry back in 2006. That seems like a lot of spaces to be in, well, it is. At one point, during one move, move #3 I think, I took on a very sour attitude, bitter and semi-angry that I was asked to move. As a single person, I felt like I was being taken advantage of. I felt like "they" thought "oh she's single, she's flexible and can just move and it's no big deal. I didn't feel appreciated or loved. Then, God used a wise woman and some life lessons to snap me out of it! 

This time, I choose to let my mind set be different. Just tonight, after getting settled into this new place, (very nice brand new housing), I was thinking: a new space and such a different place. I am physically sleeping in a different bedroom, cooking in a different kitchen, and having life changing conversations in a different living area. As I look around this Ranch, and think about all the different spaces that I've lived, I think about all the different places that God has taken me, spiritually that is. I look back at the first bedroom, then the second, the third and fourth and I see the journey's He's taken me on, the fires He brought me through, the blessings He's given to me, and the opportunities He laid before me. 

I am taking a different perspective with this new "place" not necessarily the space, but I am letting the space help make memories of the "place." Where will God take me now? What kind of encounter will We have in this bedroom, kitchen, porch and living area?? Who knows. We will wait and see, and then, when I moved my suitcase out of this "space" I can look back and see the place where We are! 

cool. space and places with God.

Back, I'm back!

(random photo of me serving with a Medical team in the city:

not my regular job)

I'm back to regular blogging, oh, wait, I guess we will have to test that. In theory, I'm back!

Just the other day, some of us were talking about blogging and how I was so regular at blogging, at least weekly I made an entry. I never wanted to be one of those bloggers that blogged once in a blue moon, but none the less, that is what I have become. Sorry to all my loyal blog readers. I resolve to be better. For my sake and yours, God's first.

I had an extra help and push this morning to get back to blogging. I drove the morning "bus run" into the surrounding community, San Matias, to pick up all of our workers and bring them up to the Ranch. For those of you that know, a ride up that mountain is much appreciated. For those of you that have yet to experience it, there are hardly words, until you come and see for yourself.

So, on my way down to the first stop, one of our employees (I guess she had the day off) stopped me on the road and asked if she could get a ride as far as I was going on the dirt road toward the city, until I had to turn around and head back to the Ranch. Of course, I let her, her son and another young lady a new born baby have a ride. emphasis on: new born baby!

I can't hardly do justice to the undying joy that was on the dad's face! He was all smiles with this most precious creation of God, a miracle really, relaxing in the soft of his forearm. The baby was so quite and peaceful most of the trip. If you know this road, you would imagine that a newborn would make a fuss for the huge disturbances caused by the washed out road. It wasn't until just before the end this baby's first trip down the mountain that I heard a cry. A newborn cry! For mothers, you've experienced this: the cry of what I would expect from a baby arriving into the world. Obviously that baby was new, it was like he was trying to find his lungs and his cry was merely a peep of sorts, hard to describe. You've heard it, but on movies and stuff, or maybe you've heard it in real life. Cool sound, unique all to itself.

There was something overly peaceful about this cry. I can't put my finger on it. 

As I was driving back up the mountain, baby off to the city, bus full of Honduran workers grateful for the ride and surprised to see me behind the wheel (today was my first time to run the route). I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and joy in my season of life. I know that God has placed me on this remote mountain, up some tough hills, into a place that is receiving so much blessing and direction from God. These people have come to know me and I have grown to love them and learn from their selfless hearts of service.

I think that's all for now.