My best friend

Yesterday Jose officiated the wedding of a couple from our church.

with the bride and groom

Jose officiating <3 br="">

We wanted to look nice so he got a haircut and I got a manicure. While I was getting my nails done he took the kids and got them a snack and they brought something back for me. Logan brought it up to me because Jose was downstairs with the other kids. The manicurist started asking me questions about my family. She was shocked that my husband was taking care of my 3 kids while I was busy. I didn't really understand why that was surprising and I said "of course, he's a great father. He even changes diapers" "No puede ser" (I can't believe it) she replied. Then she asked if he gives them baths, cooks, helps put them to bed. It was probably one of the funniest conversations I've ever had about my husband. "Yes, he does all those things. He makes some of the best eggs I've ever tasted. My children prefer he put them to bed over me. He's a really great dad." "That's amazing" she said "Peruvian men aren't like that at all."   "Oh, but he is Peruvian" I replied "many american men aren't like that either." I told her that my husband was taught that manhood isn't machismo but servant leadership. I told her that our ministry here is focused on helping men learn to lead their families with love. I told her my husband is teaching men to be like he is. She asked me what our church is called and where it is. :) (and if you were wondering. No, she did not speak a single word of english. I had the whole conversation in Spanish and managed to get my point across...GO ME! lol)

after the wedding enjoying the reception 

I'm really proud of Jose for so many reasons. He has taught me a lot even in the last few months about serving, humility and love. He sacrifices more than anyone could ever understand because of his desire to really truly serve God.

Jose helping a family move into the place he found them to stay 2 hours after they called to tell him they needed a place

He rarely gets a break and never complains when people (myself included) ask him to do "just one more thing." He does things that are outside of his comfort zone just to make me happy. He has one of the funniest senses of humor ever. I mean he can make me laugh like nobody else.

But most importantly to me he loves God more than anything else.

Preaching at the university to psychology students the kids with raised hands got saved that night

No matter what else is going on in our lives I'm confident that he will seek God and listen. He loves me and our kids second only to God. He is always seeking to be a better husband and father. I love him so much and am so grateful to God for giving him to me. I recently heard this song and it made me think of Jose.

Close your eyes
Let me tell you all the reasons why
Think you're one of a kind.
Here's to you
The one that always pulls us through
Always do what you gotta do
You're one of a kind
Thank God you're mine.

You're an angel dressed in armor
You're the fair in every fight
You're my life and my safe harbor
Where the sun sets every night
And if my love is blind
I don't want to see the light.

I love you Jose. 

Thank you for always being there, always showing up and always loving me.

~Kat

Traveling adventures

Whenever we travel it ends up being an adventure. Not just in the seeing new places meeting new people sense. But sometimes it’s a kiss-the-ground-and-hug-the-tree-when-you-get-out-of-the-vehicle-because-you-are-just-that-happy-to-have-survived kind of adventure. That kind of sums up our last trip to and from the states. But let me start from the beginning...
Our flight to Miami left out of Guayaquil Ecuador at 8am. Since we don’t have an international airport here in Piura, we have the choice of taking a bus 12ish hours north to Guayaquil. Or we can take a bus 16ish hours south to Lima. There’s also the option of flying to Lima which takes about an hour. But that can often be 2-4 times the cost of a bus x 4 tickets plus baby tax...we usually take a bus. Lately the cost of flying out of Ecuador was about half that of Lima so when we found some great tickets to the states we jumped on them. We had not been back for the holidays since we came to Peru 3 years ago so it was a big deal to find tickets we could afford.
Since we were flying out of Guayaquil our only way to get there was on a bus. Now when we were newer to the country we foolishly took a random bus to Ecuador that we later found out is not the safest thing (nor is it the most comfortable) since they stop for anybody that flags them down and have no regulations about what you can bring on. But this time we did the research and took the safest most comfortable bus. The only catch was theres only one per day. But it was scheduled to arrive about an hour before we needed to be at the airport so one of us thought we would be fine...the other one of us is working on having faith when it comes to the timeliness of public transportation.

We got to the bus terminal to wait for our bus they were running late but the lady at the counter said they would make up for their time on the trip. Even so if all went according to plan we would still arrive with a little time to spare. My mantra was something like “this is a vacation just go with the flow” it worked about 15% of the time so that was a plus. Finally the bus arrived about 30 minutes late and we were off. We should have made it to the border of Peru and Ecuador around midnight or 1 at the latest but that didn’t happen. We got there at 3 am Jose bolted out of the bus like a rocket and was the first in line to go through immigrations. But we were still 4 hours (in a car) away from the airport and the bus had already taken 2 hours longer to get to the border than it should have. Not to mention the 50 other people on the bus who needed to go through the immigration process. Jose did some asking around and found out we could get a Taxi to Guayaquil from immigrations. It was the most expensive Taxi ride we’ve ever taken but we figured lose the money or lose the flight...so we took a taxi. The driver was very energetic and anxious to get on the road so we moved all our stuff and sleeping children and we were off...until we got just outside immigrations. He was on the phone saying “yeah, I’m right here in the turnaround, pull up behind me.’ As he pulled over. He started telling Jose. “You have to change to my brothers taxi. Mine is a “new line” (code for illegal) so the cities always give me problems. But my brother has all the right permits already. He will take good care of you.”
So here we are between the Peru and Ecuador on the side of the road in a taxi that can’t go any further with 3 sleeping children at 3:30 am. He told us we need to move to the Taxi behind us so what else can we do? we move as quickly as possible because at this point we need to be at the airport in 3 and a half hours. We get settled and close the door when all of a sudden a truck pulls up next to us with a police lamp shining in our faces. They think somethings up so they take our passports and make us go back to immigrations to verify that everything is legit. Now I can’t say that we disagree with the police. If that kind of thing had happened at the USA/Mexico border I’m sure we would have been in prison 5 minutes later. I know it looked shady to him. But at that moment all we could think about was getting to the airport. So Jose keeps telling the taxi driver and police that we are pressed for time. Thankfully I had told the immigrations officer outside our whole story while Jose was getting a taxi so he remembered me and verified that we were not doing anything illegal. Once the officer was convinced we were not fugitives or people smugglers or something they let us go. It is now 4am and we have 3 hours to get to the airport. Jose stresses to the guy that we.have.to.be.there in 3 hours. Taxi man says no problem and once again we were off. 

                       (reference photo stolen from internet this is basically what our taxi looked like) 
Now, I’m almost accustomed to not sleeping these days because of a certain 9 month old princess who still thinks the middle of the night is the best time to be awake since she gets me all to herself. But I’m almost basically narcoleptic for me. I find myself dozing off only to be snapped back awake by random things like the taxi driver taking a speed bump at full speed causing me to hit my head on the roof of the car. (taxis don’t have seat belts) so I did doze of for awhile. But after waking up like that ^ I couldn’t sleep for some reason. There were 2 things I learned about our taxi driver. 1 he should have been in bed instead of driving a taxi full of people I love and 2 apparently he learned how to drive using a race car game. He kept speeding way up only to slow way down. I don’t usually have a problem with motion sickness, but I started to think it might become one. Logan on the other hand has a huge problem with motion sickness. Poor thing was so sick the whole trip. But the main problem was the taxi driver was trying not to fall asleep...and he was not being very successful. I was watching his eyes in the rear view mirror and they were shut more than they were open. Aside from that he kept rubbing his neck and face in the universal man gesture of trying to stay awake. So Jose tells him to pull over and trade places. It took a great deal of convincing but he finally did it. Thats right my husband took over driving the taxi. Let me just say here that I never appreciated what a good driver my husband is like I did that morning. You almost would have thought he was driving an automatic the way he sped up and slowed down was so smooth. I could have slept if it weren’t for all the adrenaline pumping through my veins from the previous 2 hours of the car trip. We rode like that for about 30 minutes before the taxi driver started telling jose we need to pull over for gas. (which turned out to be code for he had to go the bathroom) When the driver returned to the car he swore he was good to go and took over the driving. Yeah, lets just say he lied ok? We got into Guayaquil after another hour of jerky, sleepy driving. We tried to soothe ourselves with the thought that most likely the bus would just be leaving immigrations by now for all we knew. We formulated a plan. I would run to the counter and start the checkin process while Jose got the bags and paid the driver. As we are talking Timothy starts asking how many minute until we get there. I told him I didn’t know but it would be soon. As we pull into the airport I feel a warm wetness spreading under my leg..the leg closest to Timothy. Normally he wakes up and stumbles into the bathroom as fast as he can. But this time there was no bathroom to stumble to. We pull up to the departure door and exhausted carrying the baby and holding Timothys hand I ran into the airport half soaked in fresh pee.

(it might look big from this picture but this is all the check in counters. There are maybe 30 stations) 

Our checkin counter was by the door (thank God for tiny airports) and there was a sign above the counter. “Check in by 7:50 required” I looked for a clock it was 7:50 exactly. But there was a line. I got in line and waited. Jose walked in with all the luggage and the taxi driver pulled away. I pulled out some clothes and waited in line until the ticket counter person could see me and Tim then we dashed off the bathroom to change clothes. We were on our way

And that was just what it took to get to the airport...

9 years!

Nine years ago today I married this guy. 

Since then life has been crazy, hectic, happy, sad, adventurous and beautiful.

Being married to him has taught me so much about love. 

Saying "I love you" is wonderful, but acting out "I love you" is 100 times better.

Love is a verb. It's taking care of the kids when I'm not feeling well. Or choosing to see the romantic comedy because the movie we watch is not what matters its who he's watching the movie with that matters. 

Love can be seen in the easy times but when life gets hard love makes it easier to walk through.

Love is full of surprises.

Love is fun but sometimes it's hard.

Dr Cole says that Marriage can be the closest thing to heaven or hell in this life. 

I got heaven 

Jose you are

the pickles to my ice cream

the milky to my way

the peanut butter to my jelly

the cheese to my macaroni

the flip to my flop

the blue to my sky

the cherry to my sundae

the han solo to my princess leia

my best friend 

and the love of my life

I love you

April showers

Its amazing how much time and energy one little body added to the family can take.

Zoe is officially 8 weeks old and I'm finally starting to get a rhythm down. That does involve me spending hours in bed nursing her. (I'm really hoping to get a chair in my room soon so I don't feel so lazy nursing her all day) But I do manage to shower almost everyday so I'm feeling pretty good about my ability to function with a newborn.

Shes still a bit confused about night and day but every few days she sleeps for a few hours in a row *pure bliss* I tell you. She is deliciously chubby and happy as long as somebody is close by.

But if she realizes she has been left alone we get this face

I prefer these so I spend a lot of time with her

I love April because it is the month 2 of my favorite people were born. 

Jose's birthday was April 19th. I'm so proud of him for being the man of God that he is. I can't begin to explain how difficult the last year has been for our family. But you would never know from the outside that Jose has had any difficulties he bears the brunt of every hit we've taken and keeps moving forward. He is definitely a soldier, nothing can deter him from accomplishing his mission. 

If I was going to choose a husband based entirely on what kind of dad he would be there would have been no other competitors even close to Jose. He comes home from a long day of slaying dragons and putting out fires and everything else a missionary/church planter/american living in a foreign country has to do and he takes whatever child responsibilities I need him to and is happy to do it. I almost never change diapers when he is home because he does them all.

Oh and the dishes too he does the dishes every night (and we don't own a dishwasher) I have a certain way I like them washed and he does them my way and doesn't act like I'm crazy for thinking its important
I thank God every day for giving me such an awesome husband. But I especially thank him on April 19th the day that Mr Incredible was born. <3

April 27th is another special day in Lopez history. The day our first child was born. 

Logan was our first little miracle baby and we have been in love with him since day one

He has the most sensitive heart and loves his brothers and sister. He led Timothy to Lord a few weeks ago and always wants to help me with anything he can related to Zoe. He loves to hold her and is trying to get her first word to be Logan or Mama 

He is really into Super heroes now...like a lot. Ask me anything you want to know about the avengers, super hero squad or Logans own invention the "super duper troopers" and I probably know because that is 90% of what I hear about from Logan everyday. But if you really want to know ask him. The child is a facts sponge. He's even invented his own super hero "Thunderbolt" complete with powers and a costume he designed (only drew pictures he didn't actually make the costume though it wouldn't surprise me at all if he did) 

 He is generous and caring. Loves to give gifts to other people. Prays for more kids to come to church and wants to be a pastor, dad and superhero when he grows up (just like his dad)

I am so proud of my 8 year old super hero boy. I can't wait to see what this year holds for him. 

Happy Birthday Jose and Logan 

and happy day to you 

our little miracle

Zoe Rain Milagros Lopez is the name we have chosen for this little miracle inside of me. 

Names are important to us so we have put a lot of thought into this one. 

Maybe a little extra thought because of the circumstances. 

If you have read my blog for very long you know that Caleb was supposed to be a girl (and I'm still hesitant to believe we are actually having a girl now even though we had a 3D ultrasound this time.) You might also remember that the name we had planned was Zoe Marie.  

Marie is my middle name and the middle name of my great grandmother (I was actually named after her.) I like the way the names sound together but was not altogether fond of the meaning. 

Zoe means life and Marie means bitter or bitterness. I've always kind of hated that my middle name means bitter even though I love the fact that I was named after my grandma. So after a lot of thought and prayer I told Jose I changed my mind and we needed to find a new middle name for this little girl.  Unfortunately, we were stumped. There are lots of girls names we both like but didn't like the way they sounded with Zoe. 

One night while Jose was reading the Proverb of the day to the boys it was the 4th and much of the Proverb is about finding wisdom and never letting her go and all the good she will do for you. 

So he joked we should name a little girl wisdom. 

Sometimes I can't tell if he's joking so I vetoed the idea and googled "girls names meaning wisdom" I found a list with all these names I have never even heard of from all over the world but one of them stood out to me. 

Rain. 

Rain has special meaning to me so I took it as a sign that we found her middle name Zoe Rain Lopez was our name in my mind. Even though I hadn't confirmed it with Jose. A couple days later we were on a date and I told him what I was thinking. He liked it. Our only concern is we live in a country where both of those names are extremely difficult to say correctly. We didn't want our little girl to hate her name because nobody can understand what she's saying when she introduces herself. So we started discussing nicknames. Jose mentioned the name Milagros because it means miracle in spanish. We consider this baby a miracle so it just seemed to fit. Plus Pastora Milagros in Lima has been a huge blessing to us in so many ways through everything so we loved having the opportunity to honor her as well. When we talked about it I said "we could call her Mila (me-luh) here" and we knew we had a winner.  

2 weeks ago at 25 1/2 weeks pregnant

So you can call her Zoe, Mila, Rain, or littlest Lopez. We will probably call her all of the above and more but for right now we are calling her our little miracle

Lucky number Seven...or something

There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.  ~Martin Luther

Wednesday Jose and I will celebrate our seventh anniversary 

Come, let's be a comfortable couple and take care of each other!  How glad we shall be, that we have somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with.  ~Charles Dickens 

Sometimes I find it hard to believe we've been married that long and sometimes I feel like we've been together all my life.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery

He knows me better than anyone else. He always gives the best advice and makes me laugh a lot. He is my best friend and my all time favorite person. 
Sometimes he drives me crazy. Sometimes he just drives crazy. :) 
But he's always the person I want driving. 

He's the best dad I've ever known. He's always really busy with ministry stuff but he still takes time to hang out with our kids and play with them. 

Wrestling with daddy. 2 against 1

He has a true Fathers heart and is passionate about raising sons. 

Natural and Spiritual

Jose with some of the men he mentored in Katy.
One of his proudest moments was seeing these men get commissioned

Have I mentioned that he's my favorite person?

That's right ladies he washes dishes. I told you he is awesome! 

He's also incredibly romantic

Grow old with me!  The best is yet to be.  ~Robert Browning

Honestly, I'm really, really blessed to married to this crazy, hilarious, awesome man of God. And I wouldn't trade him for anyone. He's not perfect and I'm not perfect but we are perfect for each other. I thank God for giving me such a fun husband!

A happy marriage is a long conversation that always seems too short.  ~Andre Maurois

I love you Jose. Thank you for being my husband.

Happy 7th anniversary!

Heres to 77 more (because we are definitely living to be at least 113) ;)

Next week will be my 29th birthday and my 100th blogpost so I am celebrating by giving stuff away.

Stay tuned....

Remember the time we accidentally broke the law?

A few weeks ago we were driving home from the airport late at night. There was this freestanding red light in the median separating us from the opposing traffic about 25 feet from another red light at an actual intersection so Jose coasted past the first light and stopped at the second light. We both thought the first one was a part of the second one. Jose feels that we should follow traffic laws just like any other law. Even here in Peru where the rules of the road are generally treated like suggestions. Stop signs in residential areas might as well be political posters for the amount of people that even seem to notice them. So this was for sure a mistake. Now you rarely ever see police pulling people over BUT right as we stopped a police cruiser pulled up on my side and started questioning Jose about not stopping. He decided we needed to be pulled over.

At that time we were right in the middle of time of faith stretching. (money was tight) We both had heard stories of police trying to extort money from random people so we prayed quickly as we were waiting for the officer to come talk to us. At first he asked Jose to get out of the car and asked for his documentation. Jose gave him his American passport and drivers licence. Peruvians think that Americans are all wealthy. The police officer started yelling at Jose that the penalty for running a red light is s./850 which is about $300 the next time he said the amount it went up to s./870 ($310...Jose later spoke with a police officer who told him there is no traffic violation that costs that much and the actual fine for running a red light is about $60) the policia wanted us to drive to the bank and take out the money to pay them right then. They said they would not give Jose's drivers license back without the money.  Jose told him "listen we are missionaries. we live by faith. we don't have that much money anywhere. if people don't give we don't have money. that is how it works for us." The police officer went back to his car to talk to the other officer. When he came back he told Jose "look the lights on our car aren't working can you help us?" Jose responded "what do you want me to do? Do you want me to pray for your car? Or follow you to the police station so I can tell your supervisor that you need your car fixed?" the officer responded "no I want some money" Jose said "oh, ok I have 10 soles on me. ($4) you can have that" the police officer seemed disappointed but said ok. Then Jose asked if he could pray for him. The officer agreed and  Jose prayed things like "Lord I thank you that you make this man an honest man, a man of courage, integrity, and good character." at the end of the prayer the officer was acting like an old friend. He was saying things like "wow, are those your kids? and is that your lovely wife?" It was funny and kind of a relief. So many bad things could have happened that night. (and I was thinking of them while I was sitting in the car trying not to have a panic attack.) But they didn't because God is taking care of us.

The truth is we all have crazy/freaky/"God, what are we going to do?" moments. Some more than others. We may not always have the cool headed instincts that my amazing husband has. But the important thing is no matter what we go through God is not surprised by what we are going through. And as hard as it may be to see He has a plan through it all.  One of my all time favorite verses is 1 Peter 5:7 "Cast your cares on the Lord for he cares for you" but I googled it because I'm horrible at remembering where verses are found and the first verse that came up was Psalm 55:22 "Cast your cares (or burden) on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never suffer the righteous to be moved." I love that these verses say to cast your cares on the Lord. Cast means throw. I don't know about you but for me it's really hard to throw something and keep it close to me at the same time. (and I have a terrible throwing arm) So if I throw my cares or my burdens on the Lord, they are no longer mine unless I go and take them back from him. Now I'm not always the smartest person and sometimes I do try to take them back but this is me reminding myself all those burdens and cares belong to God. Anyone care to join me? Lets start a revolution of throwing our burdens to the Lord and letting him sustain us.

What do we do?

Sometimes when I read missionary blogs I think. "so what do they do that makes them a missionary other than live in another country" I'm pretty sure other people think that about us. And while we will have a very different focus once we move north I wanted to share this list Jose made of his weekly, bi-weekly and monthly activities. So you can get a taste of our missionary life

With the men

Make video for intense in Spanish to show to la casa del padre
Signing men up for intense
Plan weekly man church Peru service
Plan weekly teachings and schedules for men's network and continue to recruit men


Keep track of books and curriculum to distribute to men
Meet with men's cell leaders weekly to strategize to bring men to next level
Keep track of progress of men ready to be commissioned in September
Plan monthly men's breakfast
Plan year schedule for conferences, retreats and events for the men


Personal growth in Spanish
Attend class on Tuesday and Friday all morning for the focus on the family courses in Spanish
This semester it is Christian counseling, the blessing of the father,
preparation for marriage, potential principle


Oversee the worship team
We meet every other week spiritual cover the team
Oversee the group weekly to be accountable to practices and songs and next level in training another team
Sunday morning make sure team is on stage and ready


Armor bearers
Weekly coordinate with victor who helps me on Sunday for armor bearers
Help train and recruit and use the men who are not serving as lead to help with ushers.
Make sure we have order of service and any final changes clear


Transportation and sound
Every week we coordinate to transport the church to the convention center
for the services.


Arrive early Sunday with team pick up all items and load on trucks and
transport and repeat after service


Continue to recruit and train men to recruit so we have 3 transport teams
before we leave in September
Also make sure all sound is coordinated for the various activities at the church every week


Weekly stay with the boys on Monday and Wednesday and Saturday to help
Kathryn do school with them and spend time with them, use those days to
extensively read, study, pray and take the kids to the park or out so they
can play


Meetings
Conference call with pastor on Wednesdays
Upper Elder meeting with pastor Guillermo on Thursday morning


These happen either weekly or every two weeks
Cell meetings with worship team
Cell meeting with men's leaders
Cell meeting transportation team
Cell meeting with armor bearers
Mentor my wife weekly and date night
Mentor victor weekly
Spend at least one good hour talking to my dad weekly over lunch or project


Once a month we help a single mom with her poor house in the mountains.
We have been helping her rewire her house, help make it secure, fix and
install some fans, buy toys for her, bring her food and
supplies. She takes care of 8 children in a poor part of town and it's our
family outreach while we are in Lima.

He's a busy guy isn't he?
My list is much shorter.

Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday I work on School with the boys
Those days I also try to do Spanish lessons and clean my house
Wednesday I attend "women who pray" the women's bible study La Casa Del Padre does
Monday nights Jose and I have date night - a word on this. We are blessed to have Victor and Jose's dad here to help us by watching the boys when we need a babysitter. Without them we would never get to go out. We learned a couple years ago that as hard as we run in ministry we need that weekly date to reconnect. It has been a great thing in our lives and I can't say enough good things about it.
Every other week I help a lady from church with her english. When we get back from the states I am hoping to start english classes once a week

So now you know what we do here.

And now, what we've all been waiting for

I just spent about 2 hours researching some stuff for a video I'm making for the conference next week. I never, ever thought a phrase like that would be coming from my mouth...er, fingers?
I am now very tired of research and ready to be done with it.
Today is September 30th which means I am leaving in 5 days to visit my family and have a blast at "This is the Real Me" I have been looking forward to this conference for awhile and I can't wait to be there! Plus, bonus: My sister seems to have been blessed with the ability to have a baby girl which so far has been un-attainable for me. (Pray for me ya'll, I have been out numbered for years. This house needs some estrogen ;)
When I go to Houston I get to see her for the first time. Ya'll better believe I'm not letting go of her until I leave...if then. :p

Anyway, the next several days will be busy for me getting ready to go etc... Then I will be in Houston so I may not blog for that time but I get make a special announcement today!

JOSE IS BLOGGING! Prepare yourself for the awesomeness! He will be sharing his daily thoughts right here on our little blog. Now we can finally live up to our name (joseandkat.blogspot) so with out further ado I will hand you over to my very capable husband.

See you in a couple weeks
Kat ~*

Jose's story

Before I became a Christian I never had a heart or desire for children. When I was very young I had an accident that the doctors told me I could not have any children. When I received Jesus to come into my heart I realized that from Genesis on, God’s desire was to fill the earth with people made in his likeness and image, not much has changed. This mandate began to grow inside of me to fulfill what God had set out to do. My heart began to change towards children in such a drastic way that I began to serve in the nursery at Powerhouse Christian Center. I remember Pastor Watkins coming back from a trip to Peru and visiting an orphanage in Lima; that night my heart began to beat so fast that I thought it was going to explode and I began to understand the Holy Spirit working in my heart. That night I remember going up to Pastor after service and telling him that if he ever goes back I would like to go with him. I was only born again for about 6 months at that point. A couple years later I had an opportunity to go with Pastor Watkins to South America and what I thought would calm my inner desires to go to Peru increased even more. For 5 years following I engulfed myself in learning ministry. I have been a witness to countless spiritual sons being returned to a right relationship to their heavenly father. I have seen transformed lives through this ministry find purpose and passion for pursuing God. In 2009 the Lord began to work in me more fervently with what he showed me in 2002. In my effort to try and quench this inner struggle I took my family to see what God birthed in me many years before. The word says that God is faithful to complete the work he began inside of us, and that is exactly what happened. I saw myself knowing that I was called to be a missionary to do what God had done inside of me and help others to be raised up. My mandate is clear: Restore order in a world of chaos by bringing back spiritual and natural orphans to a right relationship to our heavenly father through Jesus Christ. My heart is to reach, teach, and send out. Reach orphans, teach the way of the cross, and send them out to other parts of the world.
Jose

Super Dad

There are many great fathers in the world. Some are the type that father only naturally, some only spiritually  and some are fathers in the natural and spiritually. I am Super blessed to be married to the last kind.

Naturally:

One of my first memories of Jose was looking in on him teaching a class of 30 3,4 & 5 year olds by himself.

He was standing in the center of the room and the kids were all running around him screaming, laughing, etc... and he was not stressed out. In fact he was laughing. I fell in love with him all over again when I saw that. He keeps his cool in situations that I would not be able to keep mine.

Later I found out that before he got saved he didn't want to have kids. (I guess that is kind of a standard feeling for young guys) I was surprised to hear that and most people don't believe it because of what a great father he is and how much he loves it. Of course his heart changed before he met me. ;)

Recently we were at the mall with some friends and the men were ahead of the women by several feet. My friend kept saying Jose is "Super Dad" He was managing my kids plus 2 other little girls that were with us effortlessly. (Like I said he keeps his cool in situations I consider stressful )

I love watching him with our boys. He is such a natural. He always seems to know what to do and how to handle anything that happens. And he is just great with them

Spiritually:

Jose takes a personal interest in the lives of the guys he mentors. Even the volunteers that work with him at church. He fathers men that are older than him. And he does it wisely. They don't know but he thinks about them, talks about them at home and prays for them all the time. When any of the men he mentors decide to do things that are contrary to the word of God it hurts him the same as if they were his blood. I have seen what the prodigal sons father felt by watching Jose.

On Sunday 5 of his guys got commissioned and that meant more to him than anything else anyone of them could have given him.

Jose stayed up with one of the guys until 2 am to finish writing the necessary essays to complete it on time.

Because that's the kind of Father he is. He wants to see his sons successful and he is willing to do whatever it takes to help them.

As the mother linked to this father I am extremely blessed to be in his life. He always teaches me new things and I am able to see from his perspective how a father feels about his sons.

The men that call him father may know these things or they may not. Either way they are blessed to have him 

Happy (belated) Fathers Day Jose!

Me and your boys love you!

The Chinese Starfish

Friday morning we woke up early packed up the kids in the car and drove down to Galveston. We met up with my parents and spent a large part of the day at the beach

My dad, Jose and Logan spent most of their time building sand castles,

digging holes and filling them with water

My mom and Timothy spent most of their time in the water

(Thank God my mom was willing to do that because I was getting worn out with all that in and out stuff)

Timothy is terrified of showers but his favorite thing to do in the ocean is sit (in someones lap) and let the waves wash over him and push him back

Funny kid

Logan filled those buckets with water hundreds of times but every time he got back to the hole Poppy filled the water had seeped back into the sand

It didn't matter though he still had fun

I took 200 pictures so I'm only in about 3 of them.

We went for a walk in the ocean to try out Timothy's game.

It was really windy and started raining shortly after we took this picture

about 2 seconds after this was taken a wave knocked us over

We had a lot of fun

Friday night my grandma, sister, brother and brother in law all joined us for a cook out and mosquito buffet.

My dad made amazing chicken and corn on the cob.

We enjoyed it greatly and the mosquitos enjoyed us greatly.

("off" is an urban legend)

Saturday we went on a beachcombing adventure with some "Master Naturalists"

 (I will share more on that at the bottom of this post)

We forgot to wear sunscreen

I'm sunburned but you would never know to look at me.

 When I was born I left all my skin pigment in the womb for my sister and brother to enjoy.

After all the running around we did we thought it would be fun to ride the ferry...

Everyone else in Galveston had the same idea so we waited in line for about 3 hours both ways 

We took naps

After the ferry ride we drove to Kemah and ate at The Brick Oven Pizzeria  

This picture cracks me up

This one too

Then we walked down the Kemah boardwalk to the fairgrounds to ride the train

since my boys love trains

I love these pictures of Timothy

Riding the train!

It was a great weekend and I'm glad my family could all make it.

AND NOW FOR THE STORY OF THE CHINESE STARFISH

I mentioned earlier that we went beach combing on Saturday Morning

Before we left we heard a short lecture about the different types of things we might find on the beach 

and a little history about the beach then we all headed over to find some treasures. 

Logan and I were walking around together. Logan thought the idea was to collect every single seashell on the beach and picked up probably 30 clam shells and at least 2 dead crabs. 

Jose was walking with Timothy and came to find us. As he was walking he noticed something purple slightly buried in the sand. He picked it up and it was a starfish! 

When we all gathered up to show the naturalists what we found they were all so impressed with the starfish, one of them thought we should donate it to them and one of them said we should keep it. My dad grabbed it rinsed it off in the ocean and stuck it in his pocket.

When we got back to camp he was telling my sister the story about the starfish and pulled it out of his pocket to show her. She turned it upside down and said this says china on the bottom.

I was standing a little ways away so all I heard was "No way! Your kidding me!" 

The starfish was rubber and had CHINA stamped on the bottom. 

It was caked in sand so until my dad washed it in the ocean you couldn't see the word on the bottom. 

Every one of those naturalists handled it and not one of them thought it could be fake.

I wish we had donated it

:p

  Next time I go I think I will take a plastic seahorse and see how they react 

:-D 

(My favorite picture of the whole trip)

HAPPY SUMMER!