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A Bit of a Different Week

A Jon Post

Well, last week was new experience for me. Our ministry partner/leader, Jorge, spends most of his time planning and pulling off training programs for youth and children workers.

Group Activities

Group Activities

He teaches and trains people how to use sports and games as a way to introduce children and youth to Christ. Last week I was able to spend the whole week as one of his trainees, getting familiar with and learning from that side of Jorge’s ministry. It was a great week. I met some awesome Mozambican men and women of God and after 5 days (8 hours a day) of training we held a “Kids Games” event and were able to minister to 150 children from around the city through fun, games, team-building and Scripture.

Learning by Doing

Learning by Doing

I’ve wanted to experience this side of our ministry for some time now and so it was a pleasure and privilege to sit under Jorge’s leadership all week and learn from him.
I was also able to get new and unique looks into the Mozambican culture that I am still relatively new to and learning from.
Because it used all day every day last week I was only able to go to the hospital briefly a couple times and I dearly so many friends there. I am anxious to return this week and sit with them again.

Jorge in His Element

Jorge in His Element

Layne continues to grow closer to her due date (February 23rd). In these final stages we both fluctuate between eagerness/impatience and dread/”Wait-Anaya-don’t-come-yet!” feelings. We feel as ready as we can be to be her parents. Thanks for all of your prayers for her and us as we get closer and closer to her big arrival.

That’s us. There’s our week. Life keeps pressing us onward and, depending on the day, I feel like I’m in control or just swept up in it. I guess it’s probably good to let go of that control more often than not.  It’s not really mine to control anyway.

Soccer/Life Coaches

Soccer/Life Coaches

Lucia and Longo

A Layne Post

Meet Lucia

Lucia

Yes, she is gorgeous. This thirteen year old girl arrived at the hospital months ago, accompanied by her father. I remember the first day I met her; she was shy, yet captured my attention.  She had a bulging tummy, and honestly, I thought she could be pregnant. After a few visits, it became clear it was cancer… a HUGE tumor. Hope for recovery was small in our minds.

With time, she opened up. Her real mother had died, and currently her “second mother” took care of them, who I think might have been an Aunt. She had four sisters she missed a lot. She told me she liked to play at home. Innocent. Thankfully she was able to call home frequently.

Like any teen girl, she liked her nails painted, her earrings, her cute skirt. I remember one day realizing a skirt she was wearing was nearly identical to one I had, just shorter. I promised her I’d wear mine soon. When I did, she’d giggle as I told people we were twins.

Meet Longo

Longo

This is Lucia’s father. We called him “Pai de Lucia”  for so long before we found out his name. Longo quickly joined Jon’s Bible study, and thoroughly enjoyed his time with the men. I remember his eagerness to pray and the way he would hold his hands up to the Lord while doing so.

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Lucia struggled with Chemo. She would have five days at a time. It seems like some bodies just handle the strong medicine better. Lucia was not so fortunate, as she was unable to keep any food down, still vomiting whatever was left in her stomach. She would become so weak.

Her father was amazing. He would hold a bucket for her, fill her water, and just sit near her, cradling her head or wiping her sweat. He did more than many mothers I see. The worry and concern was evident on his face.

To our surprise, it always seemed like Lucia would bounce back in a matter of a day or two, and resume her playing outside and bright smile. How strong she was! She would always be anxious to see Anaya’s new photos and would ask how she was doing every time I visited.

Feeling Anaya move

But as we have seen frequently, it only takes one treatment and a turn for the worse. That time came for Lucia a couple weeks ago. She didn’t bounce back; the smile did not return. She could not eat, therefore, she became more and more weak. Together with her father, they decided they wanted to try and make it home, to the north of Mozambique.

We thought they had a plane arranged, but we found out Lucia did not have the identity card she would need to travel. This was devastating news. In desperation, they decided to attempt to ride bus 20 or so hours. Upon arriving at the bus station the next morning, the driver refused to allow them to make the trip. Lucia was in bad shape, already crying before the bus was moving, so they had to get off. Another devastating blow.

Our friend Alice quickly made some calls, and miraculously the Lord opened doors and provided a way for for Lucia to obtain a new ID card, which would allow her to ride the airplane. The next afternoon Jon received a phone call from Longo. He was giggling as he reported he and Lucia were sitting on the plane. Even Lucia was feeling better for the journey.

Currently they are at the hospital in the north, a 10 hour train ride from home, resting and getting final documents. They sound full of hope, as they should arrive home tomorrow. Not hope for life necessarily, but hope to be together as a family one more time.

God is good. He cares for Lucia and Longo.

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Please pray for them in the week(s) to come. Lucia’s life will likely not be long, and the last days painful away from the hospital and morphine. Pray for the presence of the Lord and His grace.

We miss them already.

If you have time you can go over to the “About Us” tab at the top of this page and see a new video we’ve posted about our lives here. We’ve a few pictures of Lucia there as well.

Struggling to See the Goodness

A Layne Post

I gotta be honest, sometimes I struggle to see the goodness of the Lord. In these moments, I exercise my faith; I make a deliberate choice to trust in Him, many times through tears. The past week or so has been like that for me.

Joanna, a 26-year-old friend at the hospital, died on Tuesday. I wish it would have been sooner. I’ve known her for about 5 or 6 months. When she came to the hospital this time, she was so thin, and her open wound from her amputated arm was bigger, more infected. She had been at home for two months; I’m not sure why she hadn’t come sooner.

There wasn’t anything anyone could do for her. I tried to ease some pain, make her comfortable in little ways such as bringing her favorite juice, or the red apples she liked to eat. (I couldn’t believe she could down the whole red apple! I would watch in amazement, happy for some satisfaction, though it was usually followed by some stomach discomfort.) She would say to me, “Amiga, estou mal,” which translates, “Friend, I am bad.” I would tell her understand, that I could see that she was bad, I could see that she was suffering. Sometimes someone just needs to be seen, to be heard.

She had this frown. It was Joanna. It was her being in pain. During her last few days, it was her frown I could recognize beneath the swollen face and mumbling words.

As it often does, it got to the point she wasn’t coherent. Every once in awhile she would make eye contact, and I would praise the Lord I was there to rub her arm. I didn’t want her to be alone… still I would leave her. I would sing songs over her, asking for the Holy Spirit to come, to fill her with joy, peace, and love. I would pray for visions of heaven, of good things, to be before her eyes. I would pray for the Lord to call her to Himself.

And then in the midst of those prayers, I would get angry and frustrated, not seeing any answers from the Lord. She still suffered. It still lasted a long time. I wasn’t with her when she passed.

Sometimes I struggle through the journey I’ve been called to walk. In the end, I love Him more… I really do, and I pray others have somehow felt His love through me.

This is a song we sang this week by an artist named Tim Hughes, and I feel like it expresses my current state well:

When the Tears Fall

I’ve had questions, without answers
I’ve known sorrow, I have known pain
But there’s one thing, that I’ll cling to
You are faithful, Jesus You’re true

When hope is lost, I’ll call You Saviour
When pain surrounds, I’ll call You healer
When silence falls, You’ll be the song within my heart

In the lone hour of my sorrow
Through the darkest night of my soul
You surround me and sustain me
My defender, forevermore

I will praise You, I will praise You
When the tears fall, still I will sing to You
I will praise You, Jesus praise You
Through the suffering still I will sing


Little Victories and Miracles of 2010

A Jon Post

Welcome to 2011. Sorry this post didn’t make it up on the weekend. Hopefully our loyal readership doesn’t abandon us for our lateness.
So 2010, huh? What a year! And 2011? Lots coming our way I think!
In 2010 we moved into Mozambique with bright eyes, hopeful hearts and a lot of determination. We wanted to see the Kingdom of God brought here to Maputo and to the hospital. We set our hearts on being a hand to hold in last days, and being a smiling face in painful ones.
In 2010 our daughter started her journey into our lives.
There were a lot of bold, fearless moments, many successes.
And there were failures, broken hearts, breathless lungs, and tear-streaked faces.
In 2010 we’ve learned to find and see the Lord in the little victories and miracles along the way.

(January) Layne’s time with Emilia right up until and through her passing.

(January) My time with Joaquim, the first good friend I made here who died in the hospital.

(January-June) God’s providence in moving us to Angola, then His peace and voice in our move back to Mozambique.

(June) Our daughter.

(July) Reading the Bible with José Manuel the day before his death

(July) Sharing Christ with many by bringing the World Cup to the big screen in small villages

(August) Precious Sandra, being able to be with her daughter in northern Mozambique in her last days instead of a hospital bed.

(October) Dear friend Sabu, going home to his family.

(November) 13-year-old Marcelino who loved our daughter so much, prayed for her, asked how she was every time he saw us. Even up until the day he died.

(December) A hug from Tomé and a kiss from Lúcia

A Kiss from Lúcia

A Kiss from Lúcia

A Huge from Tomé

A Hug from Tomé

These are just a few of the little victories and miracles we’ve seen this year. They have often been surrounded by pain, but that’s our ministry.
We kinda like it.
Happy New Year!