A Peek Inside the Nursery

If you’d like a look at the work Kudjip Nazarene Hospital is doing, take a look at Dr. Erin Meier’s blog.  She recently wrote a post about their NICU (neonatal intensive care unit).  Having spent three weeks in the NICU here in the States with our baby girl, it was interesting to see what is available in the Highlands of PNG.  It is amazing to see how these tiny little babies fight to grow bigger and stronger and to see how God touches these mommas and babies.


Come Join Me!


I will be attending a seminar by Joni Eareckson Tada  entitled “The Irresistible Church” on November 12 at Medford First Church of the Nazarene and would enjoy seeing you there too.

I first started seeing the need for disability ministry while waiting to adopt our son and heard from families that had already brought their children with disabilities home.  Our son was an easy introduction to the world of disability and while there were the normal adjustments to adding another child to our family, disability did not plan a large role in our day-to-day life.  Then we were surprised and incredibly blessed to have our baby girl brought to our family.  With extended hospital stays, tubing feeding, therapy, doctors appointments and surgeries, disability played a much larger role in our lives.  Both our families and church family came alongside us during this time and helped in so many ways.  I don’t often talk about the difficulties of her first 18 months of life, I supposed because I don’t want people to think I wish we didn’t have her.  That could not be further from the truth.  I can not imagine life without our sweet girl, but those were very hard months to walk through.  We are so grateful for the people who were willing to help during that time.

At the seminar “You will be inspired to shape and transform the heart of your church as you learn how to welcome and embrace families affected by disability.”  There are many more families and individuals that need to experience the love and support of the body of Christ.


A Call to Help the Kids

After a day of hiking there’s a few smiles and some tired looks

Most of the time we travel I bring a bag of medicine along for the kids.  It’s not uncommon for one of them to get sick while traveling and it’s never stops at one sick kids.  A couple of times I have forgotten the medicine bag in the rush to get out the door, but there’s always a store within a couple miles that has plenty of meds for kids available.

Nazarene Hospital Foundation is collecting liquid children’s Tylenol and ibuprofen.  Their latest newsletter explains the need:

Did you know the dosage of these medicines are different than the adult doses and children can’t swallow pills.  Did you know these commonly found and used medicines in the US saves lives.  Here is how:  Malaria a very common illness in Papua New Guinea causes high fevers which can lead to seizures, brain damage and death.  However if we can provide Tylenol and/or Ibuprofen to control the fevers we can prevent these complications.  Please pick up a couple extra bottles the next time you go to the grocery store or pharmacy and send them to us or if you really want to be cost effective send a check or donate online and put in the memo line “for childrens medicine” and we will purchase in bulk and save the shipping costs.  Thanks for your help.  You are making a difference in Papua New Guinea. 

It’s amazing to think that something we take for granted here in the States can help save the life a child in Papua New Guinea.

You can read more of Nazarene Hospital Foundation’s latest newsletter here and follow their Facebook page to get updates and learn about ways that you can impact the lives of people in Papua New Guinea.

Nazarene Hospital Foundation
3282 Miller Court
Medford, OR 97504
Can you tell which two kids had a nap on the ride home?

A Field Trip



In front of a float plane

Over the past few years we have been listening to many different biographies, including biographies of missionaries.  Some of these have included Betty Greene who was a WASP during WWII and went on to help found what became Mission Aviation Fellowship (MAF) as well as Nate Saint who was an MAF pilot in Ecuador and was martyred while trying to bring the life changing message of the forgiveness found in Jesus.  Nate’s sister, Rachel, and Elisabeth Elliott (wife of one of the five men martyred) later went to live with the tribe and see the transformation Christ brought to the Waodoni people.

MAF headquarters is now located in Nampa, ID so we thought it would be fun to get a tour and see how MAF works.  We brought along one Great-Grandma, both Grandmas, an auntie and three cousins.  MAF also works in PNG and helps with flights in and out of places that take days to hike.


Flying over Nampa in the flight simulator
Getting a view of the planes
Looking at planes
Testing what it feels like when trying to keep a propeller plane flying straight (not so easy!)
Sleepy girl

Leaving Home in Sweet Home


Seven years ago God brought us to the little town of Sweet Home.  It’s the longest place either of us have lived in our adult lives and now the moving van is packed up and we are on the road.  Sunday morning we were able to spend our last service with our church family and enjoyed getting to spend time with them before heading out.  We’ve been so thankful for their support through this process of moving overseas.  Saying goodbye is never easy.

Speaking of moving overseas, we don’t know yet when we’ll be leaving the States.  Originally we had hoped to leave in October, but because of paperwork delays we are now looking at leaving in November.  The extra time will give Nathan a chance to get some training here in the States with treating club foot.  We are excited for him to begin working with Andy Bennett in PNG at the club foot clinic.  God has drawn us to working with kids with disabilities and now we have this opportunity to work with kids outside of our family.

You can be praying for our paperwork process in the coming months.  We’re waiting for Nathan’s work permit to go through and then we can apply for visas.   Also be praying for Nathan’s mom and my parents as we will be invading their homes in the next few months.  Of course they are excited for grandkids to be around, but seriously, there’s seven of invading all at once!  It’s no small thing to invite our family to live with them for awhile.  We’re so thankful for their willingness (and they might be thankful for some quiet when we’re gone!)

Continue to pray for the chaplains, nurses and doctors in Kudjip as they help treat the physical and spiritual needs of the people in Papua New Guinea.


What’s This?

I asked what “confused” looks like.

As we are getting everything packed up the kids have enjoyed helping to sort through things. Occasionally they find items that are intriguing and wonder what in the world they are for.  This role of film for example.  At 12 years old, our oldest knew what it was, but these two had no idea what to make of it.   I remember my Mom and Dad laughing when they had to explain things that were routinely used in their childhoods and now it’s my turn to laugh.   I wonder what things my kids will have to explain to their children in twenty years.

A Journey with Friends


The future MKs at the park

We met the Swanson family shortly after we moved to town seven years ago and have enjoyed their family over the years.  Gina is a speech therapist and has worked with our little guy this past year.

This past spring they started feeling God wanted them to move to the mission field, but they weren’t sure where He would take them.  In June they finalized plans to move to the Philippines to work with the urban poor and they leave the end of this month.

It’s been nice to have friends who are walking the road of transition and packing and paperwork the same time we are.  We will miss them, but are thankful for technology that will help keep us in contact as we all move around the world.


An evening with Gina



After taking inventory of the luggage we currently have it became clear that we’d need a few more pieces.  The bags used while living in Israel probably wouldn’t make it on another international trip in one piece and our family size has long since outgrown the number of carry-on luggage we own.  There were a few family and friends that gave us a suitcase or two, but as I looked for luggage sales it seemed like we’d need a small fortune to purchase the remaining bags.

A couple of months ago Nathan’s second cousin . . . or is it first cousin once removed?  . . . Anyway, Nathan’s dad’s cousin Ed called and said that he had some extra luggage we could have.  We recently stopped by and enjoyed visiting with Ed and Joani and then saw there was quite a lot of extra luggage.  He gave us our pick of what we needed.  Now we’ll just have to figure out how to get all of us along with all of our bags to the airport.

This has been a huge blessings and just one more way God is providing as we prepare to move.

Planned and Unexpected Reunions


Reunion time fun with Papa

Following a summer trip volunteering with children with disabilities in an orphanage, I returned home and got a job working with children in the US with developmental disabilities like cerebal palsy, autism and Down syndrome.  Several of these children I remember quite well.  Some because they were fun to work with and others because they had behaviors that were challenging.  “E” was a little boy who was challenging and much of that stemmed from difficulties in communicating what he wanted and needed.  He  worked hard with us to learn.

In July we attend my family’s reunion in Idaho.  This was first time in probably close to 15 years that all of my cousins, aunts and uncles and grandparents were together in one place.  It was a great time to see everyone again and to have the newest generation together.  It went by far too quickly, but the final weekend we spent together at a camp ground.  On that same weekend was also a camp for adults with developmental disabilities that attended with the company I once worked for.  I saw “E” and several other campers that I had worked with when they were children.  As I stood in the dining hall I watched as “E” approached one of the staff and told them what he wanted.  He communicate clearly.  There was no tantrum, but a calm interaction.  It was thrilling to watch this young man who had come so far since I had known him.  He still has his challenges, but there were many people who have walked beside him to help him make such progress.

Kudjip Nazarene Hospital has the opportunity to help people with disabilities as they seek medical help, however, there aren’t a lot of resources available once they leave the hospital.  Dr. Erin recently wrote about a 12 year old girl named Anna who is paralyzed and came in to have bed sores treated.  Would you read Anna’s story and pray for her.  I am thankful for the help she is getting at the hospital and am praying for someone to step in and help when it is time for her leave.


Empty Walls


On the ride home from bringing our second son home from camp I told him that the neighbors were holding a yard sale with some of our things and he’d probably see toys he recognized.  These were toys that hadn’t been used in awhile.

Truth be told I’m surprised and disappointed to see how much stuff we have sitting around the house that hasn’t been used in awhile.

But anyway, I stood in the kitchen when he raced in with a little panic in his voice.  “Mom!  You didn’t tell me you were selling the pictures!  Did you sell the pictures above the piano?  I liked those pictures!”  I didn’t think he’d notice, but I should have known.  He is my observer.  Not much escapes his attention.  He’s the one who stops us to look at the sunset or the beautiful view on a drive.  He notices the tiny grasshopper silently perched on a twig.  And he’s the one who noticed the pictures were gone.

Up until now moving has been a fun idea, but an abstract idea for the kids.  As the abstract begins to turn into reality I expect there to be more times that the kids feel the loss of a move.  That Nathan and I feel the loss.  This is the only home most of our children remember.  The only home that some have ever known.

There is still much excitement as we prepare to go, but we would appreciate your prayers as we head full-on into the transition of moving and the losses, both big and small, that accompany such a change.