A new journey...

Since Robby and my road has taken a new turn, I have stared a new blog. No, we are not missionaries in Supai....YET. That is down the road 3-4 years, but the path is strong.

Supai Gypsy
Look forward to seeing everyone there.

Rain...

Drip...drip.....drip.....splash!

Rain has come to the high country up here in the San Fransisco Peaks. Spring is budding and blooming all around. Yes, it is May and college is out for the summer, but up here in the mountains, our last hard freeze can hit in May.

It was so sweet to wake this morning to the sound of rain falling and the wind playing with our willow tree. It is the first weekday since college has been out and we are preparing to go shopping for food. There is a nice farmers market and also a natural food store called, New Frontiers. Most of our foods now come from these two stores (almost as cheep if not cheaper on some items as normal grocery because most comes from local sellers), with a few supplement items from Wal-mart/Sam's club.

It is just a few weeks Robby will be heading to Broken Arrow Bible Ranch in Vanderwagen, NM for most of their camp season. I am going out for some weekends, but sticking around to get a job as there are bills to pay, and we wont be getting official support (except scholarships) until college is over.

What road is before us? Outside of college, that is unsure. Yet considering there are 3-4 years left before we have to know that, there is no rush. This is time for us to focus on learning all we can and prepare ourselves for whatever journey among Native American God has for us...

Easter Weekend...

Seven years... hard to believe it has been that long since one of the darkest times in my life. I grew up in a world of safety and security. Strong in my faith, at least so I thought, and dedicated to my calling. Then came the darker times, and my world was shattered. Only now, 9 years after the deaths, and seven years after the "dark times", am I again restrengthening in my faith. I have safety and security in God and as much has humanly possible here with Robby.

This weekend, which is annually suppose to be a celebration of our Lord Jesus' resurrection, for me at times is haunted by dark memories of things that never should have happened. Even now, I trust people little. Maybe it is because I am Irish, or Bedouin, or Choctaw, or maybe because I was so wounded, or maybe because I had three different mothers in the first 6 months of my life. What ever the reasons, 7 years ago did not help things any.

I watched the 80's TV show, Beauty and the Beast- Season 1, this past weekend. It first of all showed me where a lot of my tastes in decor and clothing have their roots. Secondlly, it showed me something I have never really realized: I am a servivor...date rape, multiple deaths in 6 months, betrayal by close trusted friends, none of these hold me down. True, their shadows may haunt me in my dreams and flash backs at times, but they do not hold me bound. I am free to live my life. I am free to dream. I have the right to dream again, here, now, with my husband. Thirdly, it has reconfirmed just how deep and speically of a love Robby and I have. What a blessing!

Seven years, and at last the no longer holds me captive! ^_^

New paths, and no time for facebook...

God is such a good and loving God!  He saved us, He redeemed us, and He is coming back for us.

So much to share so much to do.  And so little time to do it all.  Because of this, Robby and I are taking a brake from Facebook for the next 3 months.  A fast of sorts, while we prepare for this next phase of life and ministry. 

We know God has called us out here among the Navajo, we know we are to work with youth.  But for now we are focusing on the training we need to prepare for that stage of our lives.  Some times that might mean short term trips to other tribes, that might mean interning with a ministry, that might even mean taking a break from ministry or school for one of us, so that one can work and the other take classes.  Who knows?  ^_^  But how ever it looks it is leading to full-time ministry in the future.

Defrag Youth Leaders Retreat...

What a weekend it has been up in the cool Rocky Mountians around Durango, Co.  We gathered here at the Silverpick Lodge with 60 other Native Youth Leaders and Missionaries.   What a time of worship, learning, and rest!

This will become an anual event for Robby and me... that is for sure.

A day without shoes....

Yesterday, was international day with out shoes.  Some of us here at college went all day without shoes.  From day light to sunset, I walked everywhere shoe less, even acrossed the sharp red lava rocks that make up our drive way and the parking at college.  It was hard!  And here I am someone that goes barefoot every chance I get....  My feet were killing me by the end of the day... but I did not give up and did it.

Why would a nice American woman do this for a whole day?  Because there are 100's of  Millions of Children around the world at risk of injury, infections, and sole transmitted diseases that they cant afford to treat.  Why?  Because they cannot even afford a simple pair of shoes!  I don't have a lot of money, and live below poverty level myself.  But I can do this to raise awareness for these children.


But Jesus said,  "Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven." - Matt. 19:14

Post-traumatic Stress Disorder

Dont let anyone tell you just because you have issues you cant serve God... people use to tell me that.  You see I have Post-traumatic Stress Disorder stemming from the tragic lose of 5 friends/family, (2 to illness, 3 two car accidents) and some horrible things that happened to me outside of that as well. 

Many things can cause PTSD, from war, to sudden death of loved ones, to natural disasters, to rape, to abuse, to terrorist attacks, to childhood neglect, and many other reasons.  What exactly triggers it and how to prevent it, is still vastly unknown.

PTSD is a strange thing, for some it passes in just six months, for others it does not set on till six months afterward.  It can last for 6 months or a life time. It has been over the past 9 years, and yet it still haunts me.  The flash backs, still come unbidden during the night.  Still I struggle connecting with people, and freak if I am trapped in a corner with no way out, but that is kinda expected.

Yet, though at the time I could not see the good in it, now out here working with teens who have gone through many of the same issues I have, can offer the hope I have found in Jesus to them.  Not the casual, "He will fix everything.", but the He is there through it all holding out His hand to help us through the valleys of the shadows of death.