Thank you God!

This past weekend I was able to lead a team to the San Carlos Apache Reservation. What a great time. We were able to lay the floor in a house for a family whose trailer was burned down (gang retaliation for talking to police). We helped Zane and Danielle (two of the missionaries there) move into their home. We went out on the buses (youth and teen) sat in on the lessons and just got to hang out with some pretty amazing kids. For those of you who have been there it was a lot like hanging with the kids in Eidsvold, Australia but with an edge. If you've been to both you know what I mean and if you haven't we have a trip planned for AZ in November. (Tim, Craig I would love to take you guys with me. We'll talk.) Then on Saturday we had a BBQ at the youth home on the Rez. There were supposed to be ten kids the workers and their families. It turned out to be just two kids and two workers. The workers were inside with four babies so they couldn't be outside with us. I was very discouraged. Why would seventeen people (nine from KACC and the rest from ARM) go there for just two kids? I've learned not to question God. OK it's always after I question God that I learn not to question God. We got to love on Chantelle and Malachi like you wouldn't believe. I know God loves these two very special kids. How do I know? He sent seventeen people for them. This was one of the best times I have spent on the Rez. I will never forget Chantelle and Malachi. Thank you God!

Now for some bad news.
My friend Jason Pojar's mother is in the hospital and is gravely ill. They are going to remove her from life support on Thursday, May 1. Please pray for him and his family.

In Him,
Robert

It is Well With My Soul!

So last Monday I was getting ready for work when I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was a total mess.
Before I continue, I realized I haven't written anything about Arizona in a while. A couple of weeks ago a guy named Bernie asked me to tell him why I wanted to take my family to Arizona. He said he liked to hear about how God is working in people's lives. So I spent some time with him telling him how God has broken and re-built me. It started in Yantes, a small town outside of Mexico City, with me seeing the basic needs of children not being met. I was heartbroken. Then on to Australia and the plight of the Aboriginal people. I was once again heartbroken. When I went to Arizona I was not only heartbroken I was moved to do something. God gave me the desire to go and do something.
Well anyway suffice it to say when Bernie and I were done God once again confirmed to me that I am supposed to be in Arizona working with the Apache people.
Back to last Monday. I looked at myself and thought what a complete waste of time. How vain are we! As Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach, an Austrian writer said "We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for. " So I put on my "Tony Hawk" shorts and my new "Oakley" glasses and went to the Post Office. On my way to work I saw this woman. How do I describe her? Put it this way, imagine me in super-low rise, skin tight jeans and a tube top. Right then and there I thought "We need more mirrors not fewer!"
Robert

Last Monday I started my new job with CDF. While I am adjusting to a drive anywhere from 20 minutes to over an hour (depending on traffic) it would be well worth driving several hours for:) The people are wonderful, the organization is helping Churches and Ministries expand the Kingdom, it is amazing to be in a place where you are surrounded by believers, all working together for the purposes of God. I have never experienced this before. So while I get "crushed" on the freeway (those who are not aware of Southern California freeways, there is a portion of our main freeway through the state called I-5, that merges with 2 other main freeways, where those 3 meet is called the "crush" and for VERY good reason.) I am spending that time listening to worship songs, praying and looking forward to my day.
Thank you again for your prayers!!!

Earthquake

I woke up with a start last night. I felt an earthquake. Our dog Ginger was sleeping nicely right next to me, I know asleep with a dog but if you met her you would understand, anyway I woke up and there was Ginger looking around with me. I didn't see anything moving but I know I woke up because of an earthquake. Liz didn't say anything and she always feels them. I know it was an earthquake. I checked online to see where the epicenter was, 'cause I know what it was. Nothing on-line except a small one in Baja at 5:30. but that wasn't it. This was way earlier. Then I saw it, a 5.8 earthquake at 1:30 a.m. this had to be it...Wait Vanuatu. It can't be. No earthquake. Then why did I wake up? No elbow in the side. The dog was asleep until I moved around. I know I felt it. I felt the house moving, I heard the house creaking, I was getting up to get the kids in the doorways, thanks dad (his advice along time ago), then everything stopped. No sound, nothing.
If it didn't happen what does this mean? Why did I wake up? Maybe it was a dream. What does an earthquake dream mean anyways? I don't know.
Did anyone else feel an earthquake?
I guess not.
Now I feel stupid. I wrote this whole thing and it didn't even happen.
Sorry to waste your time.



I know it happened,
I know it did,
aargh!

Robert