Monthly Archives: March 2014

Many years ago in my early Christian walk, while still a single woman, the Lord gave me Isaiah 54. During those lonely years I clung to verse 5 - For your Maker is your husband, the Lord of hosts is his name.  I knew that He knew my desire to marry.  To have children and raise a family with a Godly husband but it sure did seem to be taking quite awhile.  So then I reached the point that I surrendered my singleness to Him.  I am always honest with the Lord. I told Him that it was not my desire to be single but that I would rather be single and happy than married and miserable.  Don't get me wrong.  I was not wallowing in self-pity or crying myself to sleep every night.  I had my own sweet little apartment just a block off the ocean.  I had a good job, steady paycheck and a nice little nest egg set aside.  I went on cruises with my friends, went to parties and gatherings. I was not what you would call a social butterfly but I was happy with my life. I was leaving it up to the Lord to send the right man my way.

Then at 37 years of age the Lord gave me a burning desire to study healing, so I did. I read scripture, listened to tapes, read books and immersed myself in the study.  Many weeks later I was diagnosed with intraductal carcinoma in situ. Breast cancer. Clearly the Lord had prepared me. My cancer was caught at the very early stages (due to regular mammograms since age 25, again, thank you Lord). I was prayed up and ready to do battle.  I chose to have a lumpectomy rather than a double mastectomy, as 2 out of 3 of my doctors recommended.  That recommendation was easily understandable as breast cancer is prevalent in my mother's side of the family.  However, the biggest deciding factor in my heart regarding what surgery to have, was my faith and my desire to breast feed my children (that I still hoped to have).  Some may think that the idea of having children at 37 is well ... not wise.  I still wanted them.  I had two surgeries, radiation for 6 weeks and began my tamoxifen regiment. That drug would be taken for 5 years. I hadn't known about that and pregnancy is not an option while taking that drug. So I figured children were not an option for me. Life goes on.

And still Isaiah said:

“Sing, O barren one, who did not bear;
break forth into singing and cry aloud,
you who have not been in labor!
For the children of the desolate one will be more
than the children of her who is married,” says the Lord.
2 “Enlarge the place of your tent,
and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out;
do not hold back; lengthen your cords
and strengthen your stakes.
3 For you will spread abroad to the right and to the left,
and your offspring will possess the nations
and will people the desolate cities.

O.K. Lord.  I am and will be your servant. I know you gave me this verse. Is it time yet?  Apparently not for another couple of years.  39th birthday arrives. Still happy and have a good life but... sigh.  At a small group Bible study we were closing with prayer and one of the group leaders received a word for me.  She looked at me and said "six weeks."  Well let me tell you, when the Lord gives you a word, get ready!


Enter godly man (at church no less).  We dated for 5 weeks, were engaged for 5 months and have been married now for 17 years.  But what about the children I wanted?  I married them too. I have a beautiful daughter and a handsome son. Both are believers.  (Small sidebar. When hubby and I got married both children were the ages that my biological children would have been had I had children when I wanted to). The Lord is good all the time.

Now my children are busy with their lives and careers and finding their way and neither one is in the mission field. So what does all this have to do with Uganda and Isaiah 54?  And how are my children to "spread to the nations" and "people the desolate cities?"  The answer that came to me is so simple.  It is something that I made sure my children understood - "There is no such thing as step love."  They are my children.  I love them. That is the same love that I will take to Uganda for the children that I will be blessed with there.  That is the love that our Father has for us, His children.  Those whom He has grafted into the vine by the blood of His dear Son.  Thank you Father.

Until next time, Cindy.


thanksgiving4Proverbs 21:3 says "The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but the victory belongs to the Lord." ESV

I was thinking about that verse with our future in Uganda in mind.  It seems that the initial excitement has waned and the check and double-check lists are well established. While the first trip is still pending and we are looking forward to that, it seems that thoughts of the long-term are on my mind.  I've asked the Lord what my specific purpose will be.

Obviously we will be there to share the love of Jesus. That is a given.

But what will I do? Will I work in a school? Will I assist in running an orphanage? Will I travel about with my husband assisting him as he serves the medical needs of the communities? Will we join an existing ministry or start one of our own? Where will the Lord direct me specifically? How will the Lord prepare me for the days of battle?  There are so many questions and I don't have any answers; but I do have faith. I know that our Lord will direct me.  I know that He will prepare me for His victory. That is exciting!

Until next time.  Cindy

20140315-162103.jpgIt is the ides of March, one month until Cindy and I depart for our exploratory trip to Uganda. We are looking forward to meeting new friends, building relationships, and witnessing firsthand the work being done and that needs to be done in the name of Jesus Christ.

We got some news this week that has us turning our itinerary over, but it is a blessing, because it will permit us to spend Easter with a friend, rather than among strangers. Carol Adams, of Y.E.S. Uganda, has graciously offered to host us for the holiday at her home and mission hostel in Fort Portal. She is a recent acquaintance and a beloved friend of two of our beloved friends.

Other news we got this week is a new prayer concern. Our home county is completely out of the yellow fever vaccine. We have been advised to travel to Gainesville to get vaccinated, as it represents the nearest supply, and we have been informed that we cannot enter Uganda without it. Other shots and medicines have been taken care of, but this remains at issue. Please join us in this prayer: the Lord will provide.

I worked my last shift as a police officer Wednesday, and today is my first day being officially retired. The last couple days have been full and eventful, with family visiting and congratulatory blessings being received. I thought I was emotionally prepared until, as I prepared my uniform for the last time, it occurred to me it was, in fact, the last time. A nervous hole gnawed at my stomach the rest of the day as I became aware that I was shedding a skin I have worn for twenty-five years. The last call I went on went rather poorly. No one was hurt physically, but tempers were lost and grace did not abound. It reminded me that, along with the uniform of a professional fault-finder and justice-minister, I must be willing to let go the demand for peace and replace it with a passion for mercy.

"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."
(Prayer of St. Francis of Assissi)

Heal the sick who are there and tell them, ‘The kingdom of God has come near to you.’ (Luke 10:9 NIV)