Thoughts and Snaps from IHC

The very first service of IHC, who to my wondering eyes should appear but my dear friend [arch enemy] Sandy Kolva from Siberia! She and I worked together in Ukraine 21 years ago before both of us got married to our sweethearts from Colorado. Then we disappeared from each other to the uttermost parts of the ends of the earth--only for Sandy to plop down at IHC, of all the thousands of seats there--exactly TWO seats ahead of me!!! "Great minds run in the same path"--or rather--choose seats near each other!!

As usual, she is always ahead of me, and she and her parents got the seats AHEAD of me! That way, I could sit behind her, however, and notice how exhausted she appeared from her long airline ride. I thought she was going to faint so I offered for her to rest in our motor home, which she declined, as they had a place to stay. We jabbed and teased each other every chance we got--

Wow, I could write a book about our experiences together in Ukraine.  I told Jonathan later, if he thinks I am a case, he ought to have to live with Sandy for a while like I did!!!! Actually, we laughed and laughed and laughed about the memories she regaled us with, without apology! It is so much easier to look back and laugh than live through everything back there and take it so seriously. I teased Sandy about managing to get all the attention focused on HER, in the last service when each state and country is called out and represented, when Bro. Sankey told about the can of Russian candy this "wisp of a lady" had given him, and called out, "Siberia!" and was looking for her. When she yelled, didn't the whole IHC clap for her! She instantly told Jonathan that I was just envious!!!! Boy, it's a good thing she lives on the other side of the earth most of the time! 

As for us, we wanted Colorado to stand out, of course, since there were so few of us. Jonathan had suggested to Crystal and me that we yell, "Pikes Peak or Bust!" when Colorado's state was called out, and I liked the idea, and our friend Sis. Gault came trotting up to us before service to remind us to yell really loud since there were so few of us from Colorado, so that is what we did.  So there I am shooting up out of my seat and yelling like only that easily-embarrassed and goofy Anna can, and my big, strong, sturdy, brave and wonderful husband who had that idea in the first place, roared but stayed right in his seat! My mom was listening on internet and heard a yell but didn't know what we said. We figure people heard something and wondered, "WHAT IN COLORADO WAS THAT???" I was afraid we killed the meeting!!! (Thanks, Sandy! You could have clapped a few claps for us, since we clapped the loudest for you!) Next time, we'll do my suggestion and just yell, "YEE-HAW!" (Or else we'll sneak a can of candy to Mr. Sankey like Sandy did, just to get clapped for!!!!!! Would anyone besides Sandy Mosenthin DARE to do something like that???)

These photos are out of order, but oh, well, that reminds me of Sandy. Boy, I hope she reads this blog. :)

While we were  at IHC, our middle children were in the countryside of Kentucky with friends. 

Below, Sam and Elias are feeding the sheep.

 The younger boys had a ball riding a wagon down the hills in their yard. What beautiful bushes and trees they have there!

And what beautiful ticks landed on every last one of the children! 

Here we are back at IHC again. The second afternoon during the International service, a group of about 12 Christian men from Papua New Guinea were represented. Below them in front of the platform are lined up a whole row of former missionaries to PNG. I knew many of them from the winters my family spent in Florida near Evangelical Bible Mission back about 30 years ago when the EBM mission work in PNG was thriving--the Thompsons, the Bob Brocks, the Weirmans, and others.

Some of these PNG men were products of that mission work. Some have become successful businessmen. Some are in government, and the laws of PNG require the Bible to be taught in their school curriculum! One of the men is the administrator of the largest ACE school in the world. Literally thousands of souls have been saved and the whole nation of PNG impacted with the gospel since EBM's work began there many years ago.

Here the men are getting ready to sing, and joking about how they brought their own guitar along all the way from PNG, because they did not know if the American guitars were the same! Someone is trying to collect about 500 accordians and all sorts of other instruments to send over to PNG.

The Inter-Church Holiness Convention is the longest standing convention in Dayton. Bro. Sankey read a special proclamation that the Mayor of Dayton made about the convention, proclaiming these days of April "Inter-Church Holiness Convention Days" in Dayton! If you will click on this picture, you might get it to enlarge big enough to read this proclamation that was set up in the entry of IHC. What a blessing to have the mayor of a big city in America recognize the holiness convention in such a special way!

We don't like to snap lots of pictures and disturb people around us, but we did get a few shots to put on the blog. Here is a scene from our seat on the side. I preferred to sit over in the center bleachers, as we could see better straight ahead to the platform, but we also had to mind our display between services, so needed to sit near them, and often sat in seats reserved for people who had exhibitions.

Here hundreds of children are singing during the children's time. The theme this year was "Servants of the King," or something close to that. I really liked the choices of songs.

The first evening service, Bro. John Manley had an outstanding message about the fact that if we want God to come down as in Bible times, we must go down before Him.

And then he was transparent about a time the Lord had to deal with him about his tendency to be a "people-pleaser." When he gave the invitation to go down before the Lord, hundreds of people poured forward.

I have never seen anything like it in my life--the aisles full of people surging forward.
Hundreds of people streaming down from the bleachers and going up to pray.

I believe the enormous response was related to his being humble and honest instead of trying to come across like he was some perfect saint and it was just us out there who needed to go down before God. 

I could not imagine anyone sitting still in their seats when the invitation was simply to humble ourselves before God. Why are we not all on our knees before God? Do we not all need to humble ourselves before Him regardless of where we are spiritually? 

A friend who prayed beside me, when I hugged her afterward, said she felt that the Lord helped her in an area she needed. It was a precious time of humility before God and each other. 

Below, Crystal's friend, Hannah Moyer, is the girl furthest to the left in the Allegheny Wesleyan College quartet. The boy next to her is one we know as well, Seth Troyer, son of Andy and Shirleen Troyer, former missionaries to Haiti. We appreciated the AWC music styles. Crystal also really liked the GBS music. 

During this service, Bro. Overdorf, the man sitting furthest to the left on the platform, was asked to pray because he was the pastor of a former Allegheny pastor who had just gone to heaven the day before. I was very touched when Bro. Sankey announced the name of the one who died--John Kunselman.

John Kunselman was the man who visited my mom and dad about 47 years ago when I was the baby of the family--and invited them to the church he was pastoring, Zion Wesleyan Methodist Church. My folks have always thought the world of this saintly man--partly based on the love and care he showed them when they moved into the area near him and were struggling about what direction to go as far as church. 

I also have a memory of something I will never forget--of the son of John Kunselman, James, or Jim as we called him, when I attended Stoneboro Wesleyan Methodist School back when I was 8 years old. 

I went to school that first day of third grade, dressed in my very plain, homemade dark blue and green plaid dress that came to my ankles. And a girl came over to me and boldly asked me why I dressed that way.

Jim came right over to my defense and told the girl to leave me alone!

I almost NEVER had any problem with anyone in that class after that! My sister Dorcas had no end of troubles in her class, especially from a boy in her class who poked fun at her and teased her a lot, but I never had any trouble. Thanks to a boy who was kind and stood up for the underdog instead of being a pain to someone who dressed differently. If I named the boy who made fun of my sister, it would be a shock, because he is now a very good, conservative preacher!! But I have always been grateful to Jim for that one kindly act which may have made the difference for me that one short month I spent at a Christian school before my family moved to South Dakota to home school. When I went to AWC for three semesters, Jim and his lovely wife Lydia were there as music teacher, librarian, and office manager. Their daughter Mary just graduated recently. Hard to believe.

The Kunselmans were a wonderful family. May the Lord comfort them in this time of loss.

We got a snap of this sweet song by the little daughter in the Daniel Edwards family. She sang a song about how God cares for us--very sweet.

A memory that comes back to me is the time 36 years ago when our Morley family was on the IHC platform together with the former Edwards family, with Daniel and Esther and Elizabeth and the other brother when we were all children--and our families took turns singing. Our Morley family sang "I'll Walk With God," and "My God and I," and perhaps "How Great Thou Art." A lot of water has passed under the bridge since then.
I am grateful for all of us who have walked with God and who are still singing praises to Him, whether from platform or from humble pew--still striving to serve Him however He leads.

These three Heath boys astounded us. Parents were no where in sight, but they confidently went up to the microphones when they were called up to sing and they sang beautifully in 3-part harmony an arrangement about the love of God. It was tremendous, stupendous, outstanding--I don't have words. 

Jonathan gasped, "Who are their parents?!" Because children don't just get up like that out of the blue!!!

Wednesday morning I think it was I attended the Women of Worth meeting. The theater room that was used was packed out. It was a privilege to sit with Sis. Byler from Mission Helps, and Kathy Sweigart who was representing the Ambassador Program with her husband.  Plus, you guessed it, that notorious Sandy Kolva had to plop down two seats over from me, close enough to jab and tease and tell the young lady between us how "bad" I was! Sandy made the girl's eyes open very wide! Help! We had to explain that we had been missionaries together in Ukraine--that is why we were being so crazy!

I really enjoyed Rachel England's talk about God's purpose for us individually. One thing that stood out to me was her bringing out about growth in holiness as well as a crisis experience. She made a statement that I wanted to tuck away in my memory:

"If you fail in the process [of growth], go back to the crisis." 

In other words, don't give up if you fail to be perfect, but remember that you have made the choice to be all for Jesus, and if you fail to be Christlike under every circumstance, don't give up, but refer to your root and foundation of consecration. I want to remember that statement. It helped me a lot. Funny how a select choice of words can rivet a truth into your mind and help you so much.

Just another scene of the crowds.

I got in one morning on part of the Bible study by Stanley Grabill. I suggested sitting with Sandy, but she had to wait for her parents. So I found a seat over in the middle on the main floor, and felt like EVERYBODY in IHC was looking at me, as I was all by myself down in that section. I could have dropped through the floor and asked for the tile to cover me up. Oh well. I tried to hang out near people I knew other times.

Stanley Grabill was a fellow student with me at AWC, so it was good to hear him preach after these 21 years! I am so grateful when those who were outstanding in college years are still being faithful to God. 

Nathan Purdy was another speaker who had an outstanding message about who is really the God of our lives. Or are we giving our love and attention to other gods--maybe not of wood and stone, but 

perhaps to media or technology or work or anything but God.

He talked about how easy it is to feel inferior or superior to others based on foolish and petty things. 

"I check my Facebook only every 6 minutes when others check their phone every two. Therefore I am superior."  How relevant! 

Many of us went to pray after that message, too, as he invited those who felt the need of a refilling of the Spirit. Jonathan had gone up to pray, and I found a place to squeeze in near him by the steps to the platform, and then I just could hardly stop crying. 

Dear God, are tears a prayer?

Sometimes you have no words.  

 There has been so much brokenness in our lives in the last while, so many broken people around us--we have felt overwhelmed and know we need God's grace and Spirit to keep going. 

Nathan Purdy's wife Charity, was the daughter of missionaries we worked with in Ukraine. She went to the microphone when testimonies were invited, and was really broken about how she tries to please her husband and keep her home, but she was convicted that it all needed to be about Jesus.

Charity was always sweet and conscientious as I remember her. She used to help me with cleaning and taking care of the little ones when we were in Ukraine.  I was glad to be able to give her a hug afterward. 

I thought how we wives do feel often like our job of taking care of our home, raising children, and pleasing our husbands are mundane and not very spiritual. I mean, how spiritual does it feel to 

mop a floor, 

change a diaper,

correct a cranky child,

make a bed, 

do the laundry and teach the sounds of letters and cook the 21st meal of the week? None of these type of things are extolled very often as being about Jesus.

But in reality, loving Jesus, for a wife and mother, is to do all the above

with love for Him and our husbands and children,

as Mother Teresa said, "to do the small things with great love."

That is truly about Jesus.

The mass choir including the choirs from AWC, Penn View, GBS, Hobe Sound and UBC.

Leave it to me to get tickled at this long row of baby strollers! I got Jonathan to sneak a little picture of this cute scene of one baby stroller after another parked here. And only later did I notice the little boys hanging over the sides of the bleachers!! :)

Crystal with her friend Larisa Kolva from Siberia where her parents are missionaries.

Crystal and her friend Hannah Moyer.

Oh, boy, there's that Sandy again! Also her parents. I hope she reads this blog before she flies back to Siberia, so she can post some comments to get back at me for all the mean things I said about her!!!

:) :)

What would life be like if it weren't for having people like Sandy around to keep it spiced up?

I don't usually wear crocheted, fluffy scarves like this. I, a simple country lassie, just don't have the class! But Rose crocheted it for me for Christmas, and I thought that at IHC people dress more classy than I am used to doing, so I would wear this scarf there. And wasn't there another lady that I knew, Sis. Mills, who had a scarf like it, almost exactly the same colors! I nabbed her to compare, and she said she had crocheted it herself. Jonathan thought I (or was it the scarf?) looked pretty, but when I saw myself in the reflection of the window outside IHC, I do believe the scarf looked almost as fat as I was--which is not very fat, of course!
Well, I guess that is all I will write about IHC for now. It was a privilege to be there.

Brief Glimpses of the Arms Around the World Convention

This post is stuck in the middle of my posts about our trip back East to IHC.  I was looking at one of our favorite blogs last evening, "The Johnstown Albertsons" and enjoyed all their pictures of the AAW Convention, which reminded me I hadn't posted any photos myself.

So here are a few that I managed to take. I don't like to disturb services by snapping photos very often, but we did get a few.

Below are the AAW board members: Jonathan, Bro. Warner, John MacDonald, Bro. Sturtevant, and Bro. and Sis. Bley.

 Below is the Randy Albertson family, who are with inner-city ministry in Denver. We've enjoyed going up occasionally and supporting their services. Randy spoke about inner-city ministry. They set up this "Prayer" banner, pass out tracts, hold street meetings near to the city rescue mission (which the mission is delighted for them to be doing, as the drug dealers kind of disappear when the Christians arrive for a street meeting), and of course hold services at their church. The Albertsons have given up his job so they can minister full-time. They are willing to live lowly and trust God for their needs. We really appreciate this spirit.

 Randy shares about the kind of message and drawings he gives on the street, challenging sinners to consider their souls and the way they are taking.

We enjoyed getting to meet new board members, sweet folk, Bro. and Sis. Wesley Warner.
We very much enjoyed John MacDonald's guitar playing--some of the nicest we've ever heard. He and his wife sang a beautiful special one evening, about waiting on God to answer prayer. I can't remember exactly what it said, as I 'd never heard it before, but it meant a lot to me.

Below the children are enjoying playing with friends who were at the potluck meal at the convention.

Setting Up With Mission Helps at IHC

 Tuesday morning we arrived at the IHC Convention and promptly began to set up the Construction Department of Mission Helps display we'd put together.

Isn't a man's best work done upon his knees?

Some of the exhibits up near us with people we knew included Christian Healthcare Ministries with Ken and Carol Lefever, Don Smith's Bolivia display, Jeffrey Albertson with GBS's outreach display, Eric Heimlich's Inner-City Mission, Allegheny Wesleyan College, Roger Thawley with Old Tyme Books, and even a little shop of used clothing which I never had time to get all the way through. I bought the book Eyes to See from the Keeps' table, and even had Sis. Keep sign it for me, but have not been able to find it since!

I also got some info from Country Pines table about prices for printing books.

 This redwood frame for our display was Jonathan's idea. I did the lettering, Carrie did the woodburning with the boys' woodburning kit, and Jonathan put it all together.

Faltering Steps and Bleeding Hearts

Thoughts from my little devotional book, Jesus Calling, the last couple days really ministered to me, and I wanted to share them.

 I guess my heart has been hurting a lot lately--and maybe that is why I wanted to take a picture of this pretty little bleeding heart plant at my sister Kezia's on Easter Sunday. 

And here are a couple little excerpts from my devotions that meant so much to me:

"My power flows most freely into weak ones aware of their need for Me.

Faltering steps of dependence are not lack of faith; they are links to My presence."

 

"When some basic need is lacking--time, energy, money--consider yourself blessed. Your very lack is an opportunity to latch onto Me in unashamed dependence."

Unashamed dependence.

I experienced moments of "ashamed" dependence recently when I went to pieces in the midst of that group that was practicing for prison that I shared about in an earlier post. I just couldn't make it under the stress I was under at the moment, (related to stresses of many months) and I had to leave.

I have to admit that I was ashamed. 

I was ashamed of my emotional, spiritual and physical weakness

and of the bitterness I'd been hit with that I was feeling right then.

I fled to the parsonage and told our dear pastor's wife what I was struggling with, and we both went to prayer.

And I had a choice--to focus on how humiliated I felt, and to give up,
or to humble myself under the mighty hand of God--and to go on;
to rely on my own strength, and quit,

or to give up my own will to the Lord  and depend wholly on God.

Another friend and my dear husband came over a little bit later, and all four of us prayed.

The humiliation I felt at being seen as a broken vessel could have sent me straight home never to be seen at church or prison practice again.

Or it could drive me to the feet of my precious Savior, 

from Whom I could draw strength to try again, and go on.
We do not overcome by thinking about what other people are thinking about us;
we overcome by focusing on what God wants to do with and in us.
I knew God was wanting to work something in my life, and I wanted to let Him do it.
No one enjoys being humiliated; but being humbled is a different thing altogether.
There is joy in being humbled--and brought low to the Savior's feet.

He never fails. He took away my load, and gave me the courage to face everybody again--regardless what they thought of me.

At the prison, I amazed my own self. 

Just a broken vessel, seen perhaps as a piece of dirt who doesn't deserve to sing again,

but what I couldn't believe was that my voice never faltered in the little parts I was supposed to sing.It was not about me, but about the power of God working in me. I haven't had such an experience ever before in my life. And I could have forfeited it by choosing shame and blame over getting a hold of God's grace in a time of need.

Isn't Jesus wonderful??

"My power flows most freely into weak ones aware of their need for Me. Faltering steps of dependence are not lack of faith; they are links to My presence." 

Easter with Kezia's Family and Church

Easter photo of my youngest sister Kezia and her family.

A behind-the-scenes picture of Easter Eve after arriving late at Chris and Kezia's lovely home. 

I couldn't help thinking as we pulled into the driveway how cozy my sisters' homes look with lights glowing inside, checkered curtains at the windows, and little lamps or candles. Here Kezia is practicing her harp to accompany Crystal and me next day in the service.

Crystal and Carrie playing a piano duet, "O Worship the King," after Crystal played a beautiful rendition of "Christ the Lord is Risen Today."

 What a treat to sing with sister and daughter accompanying! We did "I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked." Then our family sang "Jesus Was a Carpenter...

and He worked with a saw and hammer.

And His hands could form a table true enough to last forever.

And He could have spun His life out in the coolness of the morning,

But He laid aside His tools, and He walked the burning highway

To build a house from folks like you and me."

Then they had asked Jonathan to share about his work with Mission Helps. We were glad to be a blessing--and then they shocked us with an incredible offering--which we took as a token of God's blessing and provision for us as we are starting to branch out a little more recently with Mission Helps trips. It was so unexpected--and we thought how we keep wondering how we are going to do what we feel God is calling us into, but wherever He calls, He always provides!

 Our family on Easter Sunday near the church parsonage in Illinois

 Loved this very midwestern scene--church across the road from granaries. Chris was loading Kezia's harp.

 Jonathan had wanted to go on Sunday afternoon to Eric Heimlich's farm in Indiana, but having gotten to Kezia's so late, I was terribly disappointed to only have minutes to visit apart from all the hurrying to get baths and put ham in a crockpot and practice our music and get everyone to bed after a weary day of travel.

So we put off going to Indianapolis till after IHC. And we stayed Sunday afternoon with Kezia's family. She had beautiful children's books which I read to the little ones.

 Kezia's little Lydia was just a little dolly!

Kezia, Crystal and I had sung an acapella trio in church that morning, "Because He Lives."

"How sweet to hold a newborn baby,

 to feel the pride and joy he gives!

"But sweeter still, the calm assurance, 

This child can face uncertain days because He lives!"

This precious time with family, humble church folk and friends reminded us that because He lives we can face tomorrow--even when the yesterdays have been fraught with one difficulty after another, 

even when you begin to wonder if anyone at all thinks you are doing the right thing,

but remembering that when anyone decides and keeps deciding to serve God

the devil will fight tooth and nail.

But the madder the devil gets, the more likely it is that you are doing the right thing. 

Birthday Thoughts on My Birthday

I just posted photos a while ago of our time in the Creation museum in Kentucky. I saved these special ones for a separate post--a birthday thought post.

 

 A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. So without too many words, you can see what meant so much to me outdoors at the Creation Museum.

 While the others were at the petting zoo, I slipped away to enjoy a few solitary and quiet moments--just the Lord and me--and this cardinal....

 and flowers all around. My heart tried not to hurt--or did I just let it hurt? I am just an eastern transplant that can't help how much I miss the woods and the violets and daffodils of springtime.

 But God has given me other beautiful flowers to brighten my life!

 And different kinds of sunshine, like little boys following along behind their daddy...

 the one who is the sunshine in my life, the one I look forward to his coming home each day. 

I want to share a couple sweet things the Lord did for us and me on the trip. Right before we got to the Creation Museum, I was raving about the beautiful budding trees, and Jonathan remembered that he needed Claritin for his allergies. I felt like I can never enjoy spring anymore since Jonathan gets so miserable with his allergies, and I hurt for him and choose not to go for walks together where there are blossoms or flowers or lilacs or anything with pollen that will just get his allergies stirred up. And I miss those things so much. I went to look through the motorhome for where in the world did I put his Claritin, and later, after we had spent all day at the museum, walking all over the place with all those flowers, we realized that he had done okay and not been miserable! He had an allergy treatment in town a week or two earlier, and taken that Claritin, and perhaps those helped, but it also seemed that the Lord was just good to us!

Another blessing that happened was on the trip home from Ohio and Indiana, I offered to drive a while for Jonathan as he had been driving for hours, bucking fierce wind across Missouri and Kansas. Once the wind suddenly blew our motor home halfway over onto the shoulder! I thought we were going to blow over, and shrieked! But we didn't. Jonathan was getting so tired, so we stopped and I took over. For just a few minutes, the wind continued to blow, but all of a sudden, I noticed that it had really calmed, and the motor home wasn't swaying so badly. For that first while, I had to clutch the steering wheel for dear life and on perfectly straight roads, I was having to keep turning it perhaps an eighth to a fifth of a turn just to keep the motor home on the road. But it was like the Lord knew how tired Jonathan was, and how much his wife wanted to help, and just said, "Peace be still!" I pulled over at a McDonalds later, and when we got out, the wind was rough. I could not imagine how I had driven easily in that wind! Perhaps the Lord had sent an angel to part the wind for us to go through! When Jonathan started driving again, the wind was bad again. Then it let up again--and we praised the Lord!

Most of the trip on the way to Illinois the first day of our trip, we had fought wind, too. In fact, I was very sick in the morning from all the swaying of the motor home. I had never had carsickness before, but several of us felt sick. Rose threw up! It was hard to want to eat all day. Lots of things to overcome! But God gives grace!

Another thing I had to overcome was when my shoulder blade/neck almost went out the first morning of IHC, and I felt a little panicky that I was going to spend IHC in pain. But I remembered how to prop myself in bed just so for a while to get my bones back in place, and thank the Lord! The pain eased a lot and was almost gone by evening. God is so good to help us!

At the Creation Museum

Our family was blessed to visit the Creation Museum enroute to the Inter-Church Convention in Dayton, OH, in late April. We met our friends the Delbridges there and spent the day with them. She took family pictures of us on a bridge there, and I hope to put a similar one on the top of the blog if I can figure out how to do it!

Walking across the floating bridge...

 Entering the main indoor part of the museum. It is true that you could spend two whole days there and enjoy every bit. We didn't even take in the planetarium show, as it was expensive for a whole family. Though if we had known about the family membership for a year, we might have purchased that, because it includes unlimited planetarium shows and much more.

 Enjoying the information about the truths of God's Word and the wonders of creation.

 Well, I just got interrupted by a friend from church calling to wish me a happy birthday! That is the fourth call today from friends and family! God bless them everyone! I feel very loved!

Below is Hannah dancing about on the swinging bridge. 

You are not supposed to run or jump, so she danced!

 I was so thankful to see these beautiful daffodils--and an eastern springtime in general! I wanted a picture of Jonathan and me there for our birthday picture!

 More daffy-down-dillies! I just drink in the beauty for all the days at home where there aren't many flowers...

 If it had been the weekend, the children could have enjoyed camel rides which are only given on Fridays and Saturdays.

 While the children were all at the petting zoo, I slipped away back to the picnic pavillion where I could sit and watch the cardinals, robins, butterflies, and beautiful flowers. It was hard to tell how I felt--kind of like crying as I miss the eastern birds and flowers and beauty so much. Later, I sent the children all back running back this path on a treasure hunt to find what I had discovered...

 At the corner of the pavilion a robin flew out of a thorny bush, and I saw a nest. I could barely see one blue egg, but when I set my camera up and took a picture, this is what the camera saw!

 Inside, we enjoyed two or three talks or shows about creation and what we can teach our children and how we can answer people who do not believe in a 6-day creation. Below, we watched a show about where and when dinosaurs disappeared, as it is obvious from fossils that such creatures did exist. Job talks about such a creature. It was most interesting. It is thought that dinosaurs lived best on certain kinds of plants that thrived before the flood, but after the flood, climate changed and plant life changed, limiting how the dinosaurs were able to survive or multiply. 

I never cared for dinosaurs, thinking they were used so much as part of the evolution theories, but learning the truth about them really made me appreciate these amazing creatures more.

 We were amazed at the many collections of beautiful insects--all made by God!

 Everything He makes is good!

 Ours and Delbridge children before they all took off to spend three days with the Delbridges while Crystal, Hannah, Jonathan and I went on to Dayton.