Today a friend shared a newspaper article she found about 42 people coming to the Lord under the preaching of my great grandfather at some revival meetings in 1904, near Grove City, Pennsylvania. I found that somewhat sobering and somewhat inspiring. It's not that I believe spirituality is inherited, but the story seems to have more effect on me as this was a person I am related to. I know more of the story, too. Eleven years before this Henry didn’t believe the miracles described in the Bible still happened in his time. Then his wife came close to dying. She was beyond the help of doctors and even an evangelist he sent her to didn’t help much. It was finally his heartfelt, tearful prayers that brought her healing. From then on his faith and trust was amazing. He trusted God to take care of all kinds of details in his life. His example of faith then inspired his children, including my grandfather, into ministry and missionary work. The life of my grandfather then inspired my faith. Still, I am not at the level of faith and trust Henry showed in his life. That trust, coming from a former nonbeliever in miracles, being so much greater than mine, is the sobering part.

Now Henry is again inspiring and strengthening faith, this time in his great granddaughter!

It looks like the post of our prayer card proof didn't stay. It was on there yesterday. I guess I will try again.

See if this one stays.

This is getting close to our prayer card to give out to people. I tried emailing the proof to Gary in Alaska, but I don't know if he can see it on our little internet connector. He said he won't communicate today because they are seeing glaciers in an inlet rather than being in a town.

I am trying to balance my time between packing away our things, doing some Bible studies I need to finish for my ACSI teaching certificate, and studying Thai.

The Lord has been demonstrating His faithfulness to me this week. After reading Isaiah 41:10 in my quiet time and then Lamentations 3:22-29 for my Bible in 90 days reading Tuesday morning, I focused on trusting Him to quiet my fears. Several have been coming and going this week. Then, I read Amos and Hosea. Although they show God's anger at His people, they also show the great love He has for them. They show His anger that they have rejected the love He has shown them and His great longing to show them His love again if they will turn back to Him. It made me consider the ways I have failed to appreciate the love He has shown to me and how great His love is. Realizing His love and work in my life will be the source of the trust I need to quiet my fears.

Buttons decided she liked our Thai letters just when I was trying to take a picture of them. Those are the 44 consonants in Thai. The other sheet of 32 vowels plus 4 other markings we haven't cut apart yet.

I found out this week that there is a word in Thai that sounds the same as my name. They write it in English letters as "Jeen". It means a Chinese speaker. I guess I should learn a little more Chinese than Gung Hai Fat Choi (Happy New Year, I think).

I was taking pictures of the Thai letters for our church presentation. That went pretty well (the presentation, that is). We certainly made it within the 20 minutes we were given. It was also the last Sunday our friend and missionary to Ethiopia, Carolyn, would be there. Later in the service Pastor Joe had a time for everyone to pray for the three of us or whatever. I was very encouraged by the prayers of the people at that time.

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