Friday Jean and I begin a three month itinerary throughout the midwest and eastern half of the USA.
If you'd like for us to visit you, your fellowship group or your church please call Dave's cell phone 225-278-2555.
Maybe our calenders will match up on a free date and we can see you and thank you in person for what you mean to us.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
It's true.
When you've been away from America for a while you want to kiss the ground when you get back.
Jean and I are back and will be having the great joy of visiting as many friends and churches as we can over the next several months.
When you've been away from America for a while you want to kiss the ground when you get back.
Jean and I are back and will be having the great joy of visiting as many friends and churches as we can over the next several months.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
"IF HE LIVES HE'LL BE A BLUBBERING IDIOT."
The doctors were talking about me.
Three different times they thought I had died already.
It happened 54 years ago today.
"What happened?" I screamed to my hunting partner.
"I shot you."
"Where?"
"In the back of your head."
The bullet blinded me, and I lost a lot of blood.
Mom and Dad stayed at my hospital bedside and prayed 24/7.
On the fifth day the doctors told my parents, "If he lives he'll be a blubbering idiot," rather harsh, I'd say. And I think they were wrong.
On the eleventh day I walked out of the hospital with my sight coming back very well.
Over the years my late brother Don (he helped us start Children's Cup in 1992) would call me at random times and the only thing he's say was, "Well, you lived." Then he'd hang up laughing.
Yes, I lived and what a life God has given me.
Ask me if I believe in healings and miracles...
Three different times they thought I had died already.
It happened 54 years ago today.
"What happened?" I screamed to my hunting partner.
"I shot you."
"Where?"
"In the back of your head."
The bullet blinded me, and I lost a lot of blood.
Mom and Dad stayed at my hospital bedside and prayed 24/7.
On the fifth day the doctors told my parents, "If he lives he'll be a blubbering idiot," rather harsh, I'd say. And I think they were wrong.
On the eleventh day I walked out of the hospital with my sight coming back very well.
Over the years my late brother Don (he helped us start Children's Cup in 1992) would call me at random times and the only thing he's say was, "Well, you lived." Then he'd hang up laughing.
Yes, I lived and what a life God has given me.
Ask me if I believe in healings and miracles...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
WHO WE HAVE BECOME TOGETHER
Nancy Reagan was asked what was the hardest thing to deal with during President Reagan’s years of Alzheimer’s.
“Not being able to share our memories together.”
Her words summed up a lot about companionship.
One of the great joys of added years is remembering where we have been, what has happened, and what we have shared—some hard, some wonderful, but all connecting our lives together.
Who doesn’t remember great marker-moments of growing up:
the strength of daddy’s arms as he hugged you,
the gentle haven of mommy’s embrace,
the first day of school,
the first award for achievement,
the first time you were allowed to take the family car out alone,
the first date,
the first kiss,
the first time you told me, “I love you,”
the wedding and becoming one,
(and from here on a lot of our two memories merge into one)
the baby’s first cries,
the first time our child said, “I love you,”
the first arrival on the mission field,
the births of our grandchildren,
and on and on the list grows.
Throughout our 48 years of marriage, one or the other of us has asked, “Want a flash-back?” And together we will remember an experience or conversation we had shared years ago.
We are blessed with flash-backs from all over the globe—America, Asia, Europe, Latin America, Australia, and Africa.
Flash-backs of faces and eyes of people whose lives we have been able to see changed with Jesus’ love.
Every memory is another link between our very souls.
Sometimes it brings laughter, maybe a warm tear, but always a sense of, “We shared that. It’s part of our lives. Nothing can take that away from us. In fact, it is us—it’s who we have become together.”
Too limiting to say we are the sum of our memories—certainly we are so much more—but what a great part memories play in shaping us.
I’m remembering a wonderful old song from my childhood days in church,
“Precious memories,
“How they linger.
“How they ever flood my soul.”
Thanks for the memories, Jean. I love you MTYLTT.
“Not being able to share our memories together.”
Her words summed up a lot about companionship.
One of the great joys of added years is remembering where we have been, what has happened, and what we have shared—some hard, some wonderful, but all connecting our lives together.
Who doesn’t remember great marker-moments of growing up:
the strength of daddy’s arms as he hugged you,
the gentle haven of mommy’s embrace,
the first day of school,
the first award for achievement,
the first time you were allowed to take the family car out alone,
the first date,
the first kiss,
the first time you told me, “I love you,”
the wedding and becoming one,
(and from here on a lot of our two memories merge into one)
the baby’s first cries,
the first time our child said, “I love you,”
the first arrival on the mission field,
the births of our grandchildren,
and on and on the list grows.
Throughout our 48 years of marriage, one or the other of us has asked, “Want a flash-back?” And together we will remember an experience or conversation we had shared years ago.
We are blessed with flash-backs from all over the globe—America, Asia, Europe, Latin America, Australia, and Africa.
Flash-backs of faces and eyes of people whose lives we have been able to see changed with Jesus’ love.
Every memory is another link between our very souls.
Sometimes it brings laughter, maybe a warm tear, but always a sense of, “We shared that. It’s part of our lives. Nothing can take that away from us. In fact, it is us—it’s who we have become together.”
Too limiting to say we are the sum of our memories—certainly we are so much more—but what a great part memories play in shaping us.
I’m remembering a wonderful old song from my childhood days in church,
“Precious memories,
“How they linger.
“How they ever flood my soul.”
Thanks for the memories, Jean. I love you MTYLTT.
Friday, March 16, 2007
DR. BEYDA UPDATE
The prognosis is good!
Not as bad as originally diagnosed.
God is intervening.
Thanks for praying.
Not as bad as originally diagnosed.
God is intervening.
Thanks for praying.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
PRAY FOR DR. DAVID BEYDA
Dr. Beyda just brought another medical team to conduct clinics for our AIDS orphans and vulnerable children sites in Swaziland and Mozambique.
He is hospitalized right now in neighboring South Africa having an attack of kidney stones--very painful and risking renal failure.
This leading Arizona physician has selflessly established the Children's Cup medical program and clinic--much at his own personal expense. He loves God and travels the world conducting clinics for hurting people who could never repay him.
I love and respect this man and am asking God to restore his full health.
Will you join me?
He is hospitalized right now in neighboring South Africa having an attack of kidney stones--very painful and risking renal failure.
This leading Arizona physician has selflessly established the Children's Cup medical program and clinic--much at his own personal expense. He loves God and travels the world conducting clinics for hurting people who could never repay him.
I love and respect this man and am asking God to restore his full health.
Will you join me?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
AUTHENTICITY AND PURITY
Parents, spouses, pastors, laity, employees, employers, friends--I can't even begin to name all candidates.
There is awesome power in authenticity and purity!
There is awesome power in authenticity and purity!
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