Tuesday, March 21, 2006



Here is my little tiny class room. There is one more student in there too. Hip hip hurray we voted to start our building program and the first steps have been taken and we are waiting on plans. It will be wonderful to not have to break down my room.... we do on Wednesday night and Friday and set up on Tuesday. This room is actually the nursery.

Roni

ok again

Ok here is bigger. You can't see Wade. We have to put a riser on the risers for him. He is the only one who is not a teen. you can see his arm between the first two girls on the right. Cody is there too on the top. There were a few missing here....oh and that is my head with the red sweater.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Our teen choir

Wade is actually in these pictures too but you can't see him. He is behind the girl in brown. He needs to grow a foot.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Happy Birthday!!!!!

Happy Birthday to:
Tracy 39 years old (again!!)
Wade 10 years old
Victoria 8 years old
Alexia 8 years old
John-John 8years old


Lots of March Birthdays in our family. All of your cards are in the mail...sorry they are late! Hope all of you had a great birthday!
Love, Aunt Booda

Monday, March 06, 2006

Here are a few more pix of Mexico

Uncle Lee don't forget to email me your pictures when you are able to...thanks!
This is the church in the morning before the roof was poured. About 30 men came from the Petapixca church to helpout. They arrived in the middle of the night and slept on the ground and in trucks...wherever they could find a spot, worked 14 hours and rode in the back of a pick-up for 2 hours, arrived home around 1 the next morning! True servants!
This is our host home, a bit nicer than my dad's and Uncle Lee's. This is also a store, our room is to the right ( you can't see it), our "shower" is to the left. The outhouse which was completed on Monday is up the hill to the left of the house. It was complete with a wooden seat!
The area was beautiful but the pictures don't show that too well.
This is up a very steep hill from the church. The site was beautiful and worth the climb. These people must have some strong leg muscles!
This is Tambaque where we enjoyed a little R&R before heading home.

Pictures from Rio Florido and other villages

I don't have too many pictures as my camera is not working too well. Thanks for posting your pix Uncle Lee they are great. I thought I would include a few more...I'll make 2 posts as I don't know how to post more than 5 at a time.
This 1st picture is in the village of Petapixca, this is a purposed site for a future trip. There seem to be a lot of believers, but are in need of a church building. The boy in the make shift cradle is Juan, he is 6 years old and is disabled and unable to speak. It was very sad to see him!
This is the church in Rio Florido. The timbers are used to hold the planks of wood in order to pour the roof.
These are 2 piglets in the middle of the path...how cute!
This is where the church in Rio Florido has been meeting. the church and Pastor's home burned down 18 months ago (the next day the Pastor's wife gave birth to their 3rd child). They salvaged as much as they could and built this interim church building. This is the Pastor's wife and 2 sons of the church in Xochiquatla. They have 5 sons and lost premature twins 2 years ago. Last time we saw her she had no front teeth. My dad (and team) built these pews on his last trip. It was good to go back and see the completed building!

Friday, March 03, 2006

Silly silly me

We are having a Bible conference at chruch and me and my friend Dawn decided to sing a duet. Well we practiced and practiced and I worked so hard to get all the notes correct. I worked so hard that I never even thought about what I was singing. Well in the middle of singing at the conference it hit me. I kept going but geez it was hard. People told us that we did better than we ever did. But geez what a song to sing. This is what we sang



Precious memories, unseen angels,Sent from somewhere to my soul;How they linger, ever near me,And the sacred past unfold.
ChorusPrecious memories, how they linger,How they ever flood my soul;In the still ness of the midnight,Precous, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,Fly across the lonely years;And old homescenes of my childhood,In fond memory appears.
ChorusPrecious memories, how they linger,How they ever flood my soul;In the still ness of the midnight,Precous, sacred scenes unfold.
In the stillness of the midnight,Echoes from the past I hear;Old time singing, gladness bringing,From that lovely land somewhere.
ChorusPrecious memories, how they linger,How they ever flood my soul;In the still ness of the midnight,Precous, sacred scenes unfold.
As I travel on life's pathway,Know not what the years may hold;As I ponder, hope grows fonder,Precious memories flood my soul.
ChorusPrecious memories, how they linger,How they ever flood my soul;In the still ness of the midnight,Precous, sacred scenes unfold.
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