Well, we have been in Mexico about six weeks and it is wonderful to see how the Lord has orchestrated so many of the details right down to the coveted shower seat Rob has always wanted. Our home more than fulfilled the wish list with regards to safety and close proximity to our hosts Victor and Sonia, being right next door.
Our first few weeks were spent getting settled, hooking up gas appliances,and setting our routines with the kids to be available to serve in the afternoons. We start our day at 7:00 with devotions, breakfast, school at 8:30 to be done by noon. At least that is the ideal.
Dinner here is usually around 3:00, so that has taken me some organizing to adjust t0, as it seems so in the middle of the day.
Recently it seems that the ministry work here has just fallen out of the sky. (Smile!) We are currently developing a missions base for people to come and serve. This has required that we design web sites, brochures, mission statements and announcements for it's launch as well as painting, cleaning and decorating the house. Everything has been quite effortless and natural.
Recently we have started visiting the main orphanages we will be working with, plugging in to see the needs to be able to communicate how people might serve. There is much to do and no job too small. Playing and connecting with the kids is often the most needed job as the den parents are spread thin with the taking care of 40 or more kids.
Our main challenge has been the language. It is so frustrating to be able to only communicate in greetings yet at the same time with the kids a smile and hug speak volumes.

We have just returned from our 2,400 kilometer trek south along the Baja to Vizcaino, Tortuga , San Marcos, and San Bruno. The roads (said loosely), were often excessively windy, gravel or narrow, dotted with overturned semi's and blown out tire remnants, yet the vistas at times were breathtaking.
From the Pacific Ocean, vast endless miles of crusty desert, arid mountains, salt beds, and a real desert oasis, to the beautiful Sea of Cortez we were in awe of the diversity of our Creator. The trek is not for the delicate that is for sure. Sleep helped to keep road sickness at bay.
Bathroom breaks as well toughen the spirit as a 4 inch cactus leaves little room for privacy.
I had to laugh as I perched looking at the many holes that dotted my choice spot, wondering what lived in them, while my most vulnerable aspects were exposed. With such vulnerability, I watched fire ants circle near my tender toes, as a desert hare decides to hop past startling me even further.
So glad my camera was in the car! Rob was such a gentleman to hold a blanket screen, which helped protect the innocent.
The roads often held much delight for the kids as they hit the roof when we would land in a sand trap doing about 90k. The best way to describe it is like being in a desert-driving video game. Rob luckily has experience that at the arcade, which assisted his driving.
Arriving in these little towns, there was an overwhelming welcome from the people, expressing their gratitude that we would consider even stopping. The Pastors often weary from the sheer needs, embraced the encouragement like a cold drink on the desert in the midday sun.
They pour everything they have into the people with such heart, us included.
The churches there receive so little for ministry, it is hard to understand how they even operate, seeing it from our western abundance and programs point of view and yet the passion and the heart are great to serve and love the people with the heart of Jesus. They are hungry for fresh teaching and inspiration from the body of Christ. We came to bless, and once again, the blessing really was ours!
In short it was so cool to be able to to participate even with the language barriers. Communication has been the biggest challenge from person to person while being here, as well as from south to the north within our churches and yet the Lord through his spirit is bridging that gap. So cool to watch it.
This journey continues to unfold the Lord's will for us here, as we begin prayerfully each day, centering on Him to see where He leads, not in ourselves but by leaning on Him.
Our meditations on His word rest our eyes on painted sunsets and azul blue seas, drinking in His creation, filling our road weary bodies between our stops. Gloria a Dios echos from town to town as we chorus in.
The coolest experiences so far, have been a collective worship of women, with a conference in Tortuga and in British Columbia happening at the same time in an unplanned cross continent worship, knitting us together in unity. I was left tearful and filled.
There is the awe of creation, as a pod of whales made its way down the Baja coast as if just for us, and stingrays fly out of the Sea of Cortez as we crossed the water to the Isle of San Marcos. Most memorable though, was witnessing a heart rendered to the cross, surrendered to the mercy of Christ, as tears silently fell in Tortuga, and the pleading faces of children searching for food or comfort through the iron bars of our comfortable mission home in Vizcaino and seeing their joy when their hands were filled. Thanks be to God who provides!
There is so much to do and to be thankful for, I am forever changed, broken by his Love for those whose paths we cross.