23 March 2017


Matt and Uncle Don are safely home, much to everyone's delight, especially three little girlies.

Katie is safely back to her Canada home.  Boooo.  We would have rather she had stayed...what a servant-hearted woman with a firm-identity in Christ.  I'm excited about the plans God has for Miss Katie!
We are all full swing, have a wedding this afternoon, and a medical team of 12 coming Saturday (praise the Lord for Phil and Emily, Ethan and Haylie and their love/call/passion for caring for teams!)

Our film crew is back in KY and working through hours and hours of footage and interviews...we still have a few more things to translate and film (like a Matt interview) from here, and then will add to their pile!  Hoping to have our "this is Emmaus" video by summer!

Speaking of summer...lots of people are asking what we're doing and when, and the short answer is that we'll mostly be staying HERE this summer, for the first time.

One, our life-time home-base is no longer ours, nor is our van, and so being Stateside for a longer period of time is just very bounce-around-y and stressful for a family of five (and all those housing us, you beautiful people!).

Two, both our neighbor community families are doing longer times out this summer, spanning Canada, Northern Ireland, California, the East Coast of the US and even Europe.

Also, Matt has been doing a lot more fundraising/preaching/speaking throughout the year this year, at better times for our churches than summer, making our summer speaking schedule far less heavy.

Also, there is a lot going on at Emmaus this summer, and also a lot that COULD be happening through Emmaus this summer if we were here...including five visiting teams, summer Masters classes (and maybe even an undergrad class or two), student/staff ministry support, and opportunities to be a part of student ministries that are too time-consuming to be possible during the already packed-out school year.

Also, traveling and speaking, especially now with three kiddos, is exhausting.  I admit it. It just is!  And our life here during the school year can also be a little (ok, more than a little) exhausting.  We need a break this summer...and that is going to include more time staying home instead of more time on the road!

So, it's good...but there will also be lots of things we miss, of course.  We are always gonna be missing something/someone :)

Matt will be in Indiana for one week in June at OMS, and then all of us are going to spend almost 3 weeks in the States (PA/DE/NJ) the end of July, both for a few speaking engagements (Seeds of Greatness, here we come!), for doctors appointments and dentists and vaccinations, for a long-weekend family vacation in the big apple, for Matt to be the "Evangelist" at Eaton Rapids camp meetings in Michigan, to visit some grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins and nieces and nephew, for EBS board meetings, and to meet some precious new babies and to eat. ice. cream.

It will be very hard to gain our token 10 US pounds in only 2-3 weeks instead of 8-10.

What does this mean?

We will be here.  You should come visit US this summer, and actually, several of you are considering it.  Which will be AWESOME.  And everyone knows summer is the best time to go to the Caribbean!!  (or something like that :)

It also means that by this summer we'll have this awesome video into your hands, and hope and pray that you'll share with your churches and small groups and families and NOT FORGET US.  Keep praying. Keep supporting. Keep encouraging.  We need you now more than ever, and don't want to be out-of-sight, out-of-mind.

I'm also sending out our spring newsletter this week. If you don't already get it, and would like to, please email me your address and you'll have it next week!

Thank you for being a vital part of our school year, our summer, our day-to-day, no matter where we are!  Being in His hands and in your prayers is one of the sweetest gifts.

20 March 2017

to let the oppressed go free

Sam: Where's your mommy?  Isn't she coming to the beach?
Sofie: No, my mommy's at the witchdoctor with her friends.


It doesn't happen often.

But Friday afternoon the film crew came to me with a problem after we got back from shooting the evangelism team.

While they understood our staff's explanation of darkness in Haiti, while they could feel it and see it in many ways, they hadn't been able to capture it...to show it.  How to you SHOW darkness?  How do you show the great need for Light?  On film?  In a few seconds?  How do you show transformation?  How do you show the clutches of fear?  The enslavement of mind?

We talked for a long time and brainstormed, and finally someone asked if we couldn't just go see a witchdoctor.

I know I pound the relationship pavement hard, but this was no exception.

I wasn't taking them to the witchdoctor as tourists, or for an informational experience, not even for interesting footage.  But we COULD go through a relationship, I supposed.  If Matt was here, we could go visit Noah.   Better yet, HE could take them to go visit Noah.  There was lots of darkness to capture there.

But without Matt?....I finally called him, and asked what to do.  "Call Lucner!" he said.  "He has five or six witchdoctors living in his community, and I know he has relationships with them.  He'll take you!

I wasn't quite as sure he would.  While a lot of people love and follow the Lord and are in full pursuit of the light, there is a persistent fear of voodoo, of witchdoctors...a lingering trail of fear that drives deep even in those plowing hard.

I was wrong.  There was no lingering scar of fear in Lucner.

"Sure, let's go, that is no problem" Lucner said without hesitation.  "I'll go visit a few tonight, and set it up for tomorrow."

The next morning at 9 am, we wove through the alleys that make up Lucner's home village, the place he grew up, the neighbors who knew him as a boy but now all call him nothing more than, "Pastor."  I don't think we passed a person who didn't know him, and the respect and love the community has for him touched me.  I see it daily at Emmaus, but it was beautiful to see it in his home land.

I asked who we'd be seeing, and was surprised when he said, "Innocent."

I thought Innocent converted, years ago, I said.

Oh, he did, Lucner affirmed.  He said the (evil) spirits killed him for converting, and when his family took him to the morgue, Satan offered him one last chance to serve him faithfully forever, or to die.  Innocent repented and agreed, and they say Satan brought him back from the dead, and ever since he's been his faithful servant.

My western brain tried to follow along as my feet tried to keep up with Lucner's strides.

I heard the clanging and knew we had arrived, though they wouldn't let us in until Innocent came to the door and splashed his bottle of pungent red liquid to the North, South, East and West, all over the skull and the knives.
Lucner's relaxed self didn't change, though he sobered, and with no doubt or fear in his eyes, he entered, and with a silentprayer we followed.  He led us through the yard, littered with strategically placed junk, through the "temple" where all the parties and late-night services happened, though today it was mostly full of chickens and young men, lounging about.

Lucner introduced me as Pastor Matt's wife, and Innocent smiled, remembering, and shook my hand...but the rest of the morning he was distant and slurry and mysterious.  There was no question asked that he directly answered, and he led us into a tiny shed in the back, full of bottles and books and dolls and talismans hanging from the ceiling, and as soon as he sat down, motioned one of his "servants" to shut the door.

It was pitch black and full of smoke and 100 degrees, and I was so thankful that he allowed the door to be reopened when Sarah insisted more light would be needed to interview him.
Lucner was fabulous, calm and respectful and strong, and we talked for over an hour.  Innocent never referred to himself as "I", but always referred to "his son, Innocent" and spoke to us as an evil spirit, possessing Innocent.

It all should have been far creepier than it was, but more than anything it was a show, more than anything the only thing choking was despair and sadness and anger.
I was flaming by the time we left.
I was flaming because it's all such a lie.  I was fuming because it's all such a trap.  I was livid because it is little by little, in the name of "help" and "service" and suddenly you owe something, forever, and the claws are in and you are lost and deep.
He, of course, is not one of those bad witchdoctors that hurts people.  No, no, he is one who helps people!  If someone is sick, you just come and see him, and he'll pour a little of this and a little of that into this here skull and you will drink it, and you will be healed, by the magic of his spirit.  

Oh yes.  And anyone can come, anytime they want, yes, just as they are, there is always a place here, and he will always help, he just wants to serve the community.
And he'll just write down your dossier right here, on these stacks and stacks of papers full of indistinguishable marks, and just write down what you needed, and what he did for you, and oh, yes, what you owe.
And if you don't pay what you owe, or can't, that same medicine he gave you to help you will become a poison and it will kill you and you will belong to him.  Forever.

Or if you traitor, if you reflect on the Gospel or think a bit of Jesus, all that 'help' will poison you bit by bit, so live in fear, live in darkness, live ever faithful.
It's all poison and lies and death and darkness in the name of friendship and community and help.

Heavens, even his sheer name, Innocent, is the boldest of lies.

And people are poor and desperate and sick and hungry and in an instant, they will owe him forever.  In an instant they are enslaved.

I was ANGRY because it is NOTHING but Satan...a guise in the name of help and prosperity that thinly covers death and destruction.

An image of intent to help and to trust that is actually a plot to kill and destroy.
Don't be creeped out by the skulls by my feet or the dolls hanging from the ceiling, it is NO DIFFERENT than Satan anywhere else, no different than his pretense from EVE ON OUT...that he is offering something good of your best interest, only to realize his heart was always your death and destruction...

I was angry because it. is. working.
Who could ever enter that yard and choke on that smoke and see that man chewing on glass and rubbing hot pepper oil all over his face and think, "This is my friend...this is going to help...this is what is good."??  How could anyone not see the trap, the destruction, the hatred, the business, the lies? 
Innocent's mother, who both praised her son, and in the same breath begged Pastor Lucner to pray for him.
Because everyday, we too are deceived.   Every day, we TOO do not see it.
This is only one of the faces of Satan...there are many more we're far more comfortable with.

I was angry because he has NO file for anyone who didn't come to him freely, he insisted over and over simply that he is always there, always welcoming, and only helps those who come to him freely.
I was angry because so so so many do.  I was angry to see the CRAP, the lies, that continue to deceive and control and kill SO MANY.  I was angry to see the enemy, and to shake his hand and to see the root of so much struggle and so many fallen away and so many in-too-deep to abandon and follow Jesus.
There is no peace in it.  All the while he is appeasing one demon, he is doing ten more things to defend against 100 others.  There is the Eternal, he said, and there is US.  Two kingdoms.  And mine is always fighting.

There is no peace? I ask, Never peace? Only continuing to manipulate evil so it won't do you harm while it is harming you?  

Anyone is always welcome, he answered in a haze, avoiding my question, filling up the cups and horns of the neighbors in the yard anytime they asked with clarin, whiskey.  

As we left, I realized that Lucner was angry, too...but for a very different reason, his pastoral heart.

This is where the church comes up SHORT, he said passionately.  Here he is in the middle of the neighborhood, welcoming ANYONE, feeding and serving ANYONE, anytime, come as they are, anyway.  Here is where people find help and community, and again and again the church makes it too hard.  You have to dress a certain way.  You have to come a certain time, you have to live a certain way, you have to follow all these rules, you have to talk a certain way, 
and you have to come when the gate is open.

Where are our Christians with open yards, feeding anyone who comes, ready to be a friend to ANYONE, at anytime, in any place, ready to pray and help and love them, with their BEST at heart and in mind?  

This is where the church comes short, he said again, walking quickly, and I could see his passion forming into an exhortation for tomorrow's sermon.

He was right.  I never thought about that.  
We finally made it back to his church, and sat on the front pew as Lucner shared his heart.

This is why what we're doing at Emmaus is so important Lucner exuded, and Sarah quickly pulled out her camera and Matt started taping an entirely different kind of interview in an entirely different place.  

In this 'ministry' there is NO hope, there is NO peace, there is NO help, there is NO freedom, there is NO truth, and my people are SLAVES to it.  It is ONLY the Gospel that stands up to such darkness, it is only the Holy Spirit that frees and convicts and leads peoples minds to freedom, it is only in Christ where our true good lies, and there are still so many who do not know.

Satan uses men like Innocent to dig in his claws so deep, so deep that men and women owe everything they have, their homes, their lives, their children...all debts that only JESUS can pay.  That Jesus HAS paid.  In Christ alone is there freedom from such darkness, and we must tell people, we must teach people, we must persist with people, for FREEDOM.

His interview was fabulous and powerful and passionate and I can't wait to show it to you...can't wait to show all of the day to you.

Listen, friends.  

There is no fear of Satan in this form or any other.  There is only righteous anger at the deception, and Christ's strong love and burden for the world being deceived.  If we KNOW the truth, it is impossible, inexcusable, inexplicable not to share it.  If we LIVE the truth, our lives must ALSO be ALWAYS available, always ready, always welcoming, always feeding and caring and loving, HIS love.

Satan is alive and well and at work in Haiti...and just as alive and well and at work in your world, and we must be the church, church, and be living the freedom, free brothers, and be about our Father's business, which. is. this:

“[Rather] is this not the fast which I choose,

To undo the bonds of wickedness,
To tear to pieces the ropes of the yoke,
To let the oppressed go free
And break apart every [enslaving] yoke?

“Is it not to divide your bread with the hungry
And bring the homeless poor into the house;
When you see the naked, that you cover him,
And not to hide yourself from [the needs of] your own flesh and blood?

“Then your light will break out like the dawn,
And your healing (restoration, new life) will quickly spring forth;
Your righteousness will go before you [leading you to peace and prosperity],
The glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.

“Then you will call, and the Lord will answer;
You will cry for help, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’
If you take away from your midst the yoke [of oppression],
The finger pointed in scorn [toward the oppressed or the godly], and [every form of] wicked (sinful, unjust) speech,

And if you offer yourself to [assist] the hungry
And satisfy the [a]need of the afflicted,
Then your light will rise in darkness
And your gloom will become like midday.

“And the Lord will continually guide you,
And satisfy your soul in scorched and dry places,
And give strength to your bones;
And you will be like a watered garden,
And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail.

Isaiah 58

18 March 2017

first love

This weekly consistently moved and humbled and inspired me.  Today was no exception.

After hours of taping and translating and transcribing and doing English voice-overs, our video crew from Asbury (our Alma Mater) felt like they really needed more footage of the students out and about, doing what they do.

However, there were several issues.  One, none of our evangelism groups go out on Friday afternoons, because they all go home.  Second, I wasn't feeling good about taking a camera crew of foreigners evangelizing.  Didn't feel like the right way to the share the Gospel. Seemed like it could send wrong messages.

So we got creative.
I grabbed one of our evangelism crews, made up of Phida, Serge, Belony and Ismael, and told them to meet me at Paulcine's.  Paulcine and her husband became Christians in Saccanville a few years ago, and soon after were convicted by the Spirit and asked to be married.  Since, they've both joined our staff at Emmaus, one as a cook and the other as a security guard, and they are light at the Seminary and a light in Saccanville.

We all headed out back and set it up.  Paulcine and Yves would be act as normal, unevangelized people, working in the yard, and our evangelism team would come visit them and share the Gospel with them, just as they do anywhere else.

I hoped it would feel somewhat natural, but I NEVER expected everyone would take it to the level they did!

Pauline and Yves were fabulous, giving all the reasons people tend to give in Haiti for not following Jesus,  and the students went all the way through the Gospel message, breaking off into small groups, Ismael immediately collecting all the children in the yard and sharing the Jesus with them, Phida collecting a passing friend to talk to her about Christ in her life.

They talked, they reasoned, they listened, they talked about what was going on in their lives, all with the utmost sincerity while Sarah and Matt filmed and their student Sarah took pictures.  I stood behind a palm tree and listened...they weren't play acting!  They were sharing the whole Gospel, powerfully, personally, and beautifully...I LOVED listening to our students do their thing...do OUR thing!

With joy, Yves shouted out, "I want to follow Jesus" and with giggles at first and then firm resolve, Belony walked Yves through accepting, again, following Jesus as his savior.  I know it was set up, but it was powerful all the same to hear them repeating the foundations of our faith.

When they all finished, we rounded up to head home, but Phida's heart was touched.  "I just want to say," she shared earnestly, "That even though we set this up for an image, this was so powerful, and it is so important!"  Beautifully, she launched into a short devotional based on Revelations 2 and remembering our first love, and the importance of remembering and reaffirming our commitment to Christ.  She also noted how joyful their hearts were to share the Gospel with their brothers and sisters, and how they should continue to share the Gospel with joyful hearts even to those who are not yet in the family of God.  It was great.

In the end, I suggested we spend a minute praying for Yves and Paulcine and their home, as lights in a very dark community, as believers among a very many lost.  That time of prayer was so special...the whole thing was so special.
Once again, I was reminded how blessed we are to be a part of this precious community of Christ, and encouraging one another on towards him.
Phida and Jean-William, doing voice overs in English!

Today we spent all morning with Lucner and Innocent, a local witchdoctor, at his voodoo temple...that crazy story next.

15 March 2017

more so

I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my life.  I'm not even kidding, and I have HAD BABIES.  The last three days have been nuts, and then today before 6 getting myself ready, then getting all the girls ready, then driving the carpool at 7:10, rushing back to send Sofie off at 7:30, teaching from 8-11, chapel at 11:30, then leaving at 1 to spend the afternoon chauffeuring our film crew and students to DuFour, translating testimonies, getting home at 5, then spending tonight in the chapel recording music with the crew and students....like, I'm ready to drop.  I dropped.

I would pay someone 8 million dollars to bring me a pint of Ben and Jerry's right now.

And I need to say that I NEVER could be doing all of this without Matt if it weren't for the mighty help of a mighty community, like Julie taking Sofie to school and Erin bringing her home and Shelley bringing Lily home and Katie and then Micheline and then Emily watching Nora and Haley taking the girls to prayer meeting with her.

So why am I blogging instead of in bed.
I am blogging because today God faced a series of my doubts with His mighty hand, victorious, and I'm bubbling authentic pride in my God and His children.

Can we be proud of God?  I don't know.  That might not be the right sentiment.  Amazed.  Awed.

Here's the confession of my doubts.

Matt set up for this awesome film crew to come and try to capture, like in 5 minutes, all of the complexities and depth and community and calling of Emmaus.  They're supposed to capture transformation and light and freedom and special-ness.  And we were all pumped, and then he left, and then the day came for them to come, and I'm on the way to the airport, and it hits me.

What if I've been WRONG all this time?  Like what if I bring them home and send them to classes and church plants and chapel and it's all a DUD? What if they feel like we're wasting their time?  What if the think there's nothing to tell? What if I interview a dozen students with them, what if they see three days, what if they film, and it's NOT...what if it's NOT transforming, and NOT powerful, and NOT special...what if I've been rosy-eyed or over-pumped or in-too-deep or WRONG?  What if when it's time to boil it all down to five minutes on film...there is NOTHING.

Control-o-Stacey started to crowd in...maybe I should prep the students ahead of time what they should say, or tell the staff what it needs to look like, or only create moments for them that look how I think they should look, or...

I brought them home, and this morning, I just started my day, and they did their thing.  I didn't have the time or the energy to control one single thing.  

Praise the Lord.

And this afternoon, I piled them into the back of our truck with seven of our dear brothers and sisters, and we made our way to DiFour's weekly Wednesday Bible study, and there was nothing I could do but watch and listen and pray.

And the person who learned the very most today about God was Stacey. 

How arrogant of me, to suddenly have God's work at Emmaus on display and to think that I have anything to do with it, or should.  How untrusting of me to think for a second that God or the students needed my help shining His work in a certain light.  How obscene of me to worry.  Worry in the hands of a Mighty and Powerful God, to second-think all the mighty works of His hand already.

Forget stupid cameras.

I've never been so proud in my life.
I wondered if it was all real, and it is MORE so.  

I wondered if it was all truly important, and actually life-changing, and transforming, and it. is. MORE. so.

I wondered if the servant-work of Emmaus was as vital, as special, as powerful as I thought it was, and it. is. MORE so.
The answers the staff and students gave were more direct, more powerful, more inspiring than ANYTHING I could have ever come up with.

Watching them...watching Belony lead the little children with patience and enthusiasm and grace and joy, all while holding a teary two-year old, through scripture passages and songs...

Watching Leme crouch down in his work clothes and hold hands and wipe noses and sing a the top of his lungs.
do you see those tennis shoes? Those are Belony's beautiful feet, bringing good news RIGHT where it's needed, right where it's never been given
Watching Phida with the young women, hanging on every encouraging word she said, seeing and wanting Jesus in her.

Watching Nosebin transform from our shy student to the lead-pastor, taking command of the tent with grace, everyone immediately following along, listening to him disciple simply and directly a large group of people, many of whom could not read, calling upon them by name, preaching the true Gospel.

Watching Jacsene's smile light up as right-then-and-there he led an elderly woman to the Lord, simply by saying, "Maman, I've been continuing to pray for you.  Don't you think it's time to stop following your own path and start following God's? Couldn't I tell you how?"

I listened.  I asked the crew's hard questions.  I watched.

And it is MORE so.

And with children singing in the background, with the Bible study carrying on behind us, Emmaus told me how God brought them to himself, how God brought them to Emmaus, and how God has used Emmaus to completely and totally transform their lives, not just teaching them to GO, but to SEND them, to be SENDING them, to be GOING with them.
I listened as they talked about all the many obstacles and how God has used Emmaus to encourage and uplift and overcome them.

I listened as they talked about having never known family, having been disowned, having been ridiculed, having been persecuted, having been hungry, having been homeless, and about how the family and love and guidance and authentic Christ-following they have found at Emmaus has equipped and trained and enveloped them into men and women who are hungry for the Gospel, who are urgent to live and share it, who have miraculously found family alongside.

What I thought God was capable of doing, what I thought was His strength and power and provision and calling, what I thought God was doing through Emmaus...

It is MORESO.  

And I am very blessedly NOT in control of one stinking thing, but along for the ride, a poured out vessel, a tongue to translate words NOT my own, a dirty pair of feet to spread not MY Gospel, to follow NOT my path, a heart to deeply love NOT my people with NOT my love, an ambassador of reconciliation NOT of my own making, a servant not even fit to untie His sandal, and I am humbled.

I am pleasantly and deeply humbled, for I doubted Him, and today tasted and saw that He is More So.

14 March 2017

nourished on the words of the faith

It is so easy for me, when Matt is gone, the girls are testing all week, and the visiting film crew is coming today...and things are extra crazy...to miss out on the thing I need the very most.  After rushing everyone else off to school this morning, I took just a whole moment myself to sit and cling to His Word, which perfectly reminded me of this.

You will be a good servant of Christ Jesus,
constantly nourished on the words of the faith and of the sound doctrine 
which you have been following.

We have fixed our hope on the living God, who is the Savior of all men.
Pay close attention to yourself and your teaching;
persever in these things.
1 Timothy 4

When I am constantly being nourished on the Word, I am able to be a good servant of Jesus....the one and only thing I truly desire above all else.  I'm not SUPPOSED to be able to be a good servant of Jesus in my home or ministry or mind when I'm NOT constantly being nourished by His Word, or when I am constantly nourishing myself on my own often poisonous thoughts and struggles and concerns and fears.

Be nourished today on His Word, fellow servants, fixing our hope not on things getting better, not on things getting done, not on when things might get easier, not on the words of the friends or the Facebook, not on when we might see light at the end of the tunnel...but fixing our hope on the Living God, who is the Savior.
My Savior.

12 March 2017

one sweet day at a time

Matt is safely up North, and I'm still waiting to hear how the services went this morning at West Park!  It was extra fun to have him in the service with our most recent team (that just got home Saturday night)...I bet they all had a great time worshipping together...last Sunday at DuFour, this Sunday in New Jersey!

In Matt's absence, we all decided to catch nasty colds...but I am trying hard to sniff and ignore that fact because frankly, I can't handle it right now :)

The girls absolutely never get to choose where we go to church because Matt's always got a calendar full of student churches to visit and places to preach.  However, when Matt's NOT here, nobody minds where we go, so I gave the girls the choice, and they unanimously yelled, "GRANNY'S!"
Going to church on time-change Sunday is always a bit of a gamble.  Some presidents have decided we won't do the time change, and some decide we do...but it's always a bit chaotic either way because the time change isn't well understood.
For example, when we arrived at church this morning at 8, they announced that while the president has declared that from now on, the main service can no longer start at 8, but has to start at 7 am, this morning we would wait because no one was ready, and we started at 8 anyway.

I'm not sure that's how the time change works.  Oh well.

Though the way is long and bumpy, I like going to Gran's as much as the girls do...the worship is fabulous and the people are lovely and welcoming.
The girls love to walk a little ways after church and go to Granny's house...and it is getting harder and harder to get them to leave.  Gran has several village kiddos living with her who have been abandoned by the death or neglect of their parents, and so there are always precious friends to play with, she has lots of stuffed animals, and if they sweeten her up a bit (like today) they can even get some food out of it.
I scolded Sofie today for telling Granny that she was hungry, knowing that the lunch they shared meant less for everyone else.

"But mom," she said loudly in Creole. "Granny's food is just SO much better than yours!"
So.  There's that.

We are American parents to Haitian children, and no comforting chicken and dumplings or tantalizing pork and cabbage is ever going to stand up to Granny's rice & bean sauce.  

We spent Saturday morning catching up on homeschool and chores, playing outside (oh, Nora) and then I spent the afternoon with the Tullman's as they make their 'soul care' visits to all the OMS Haiti missionaries while Katie played some crazy version of settlers and war in the sandbox for HOURS.

I'm still trying to get you more normal Haiti pictures that you might think not so normal, so when I went to school Friday to get Lily and the crew, I snapped a quick picture of all the OTHER school carpools.  I transport 12 in the truck, but this young man had 8 (7 students and himself) and their backpacks on this moto.  Whew!  

For some perspective, many kids walk MILES each way to go to Lily's school, and we are the ONLY non-motorcycle transportation at any drop-off or pick-up.  This is how it's done...if you have a few coins to ride.  And if there are 7 of you needing to get home, you all need less coins to make it happen!

Getting ready for a really big week...one sweet day at a time, lifting our eyes up.

Meet Aunt Sharon's sweet new grandson!  So happy for all the Brown/Mishler/Trents...and for sweet Tucker!