THE FABRIC OF LIFE

   Guatemala 2015 Team Members

LIFE IS A FABRIC INTRICATELY WOVEN BY THE FIBERS OF OUR EXPERIENCES.  ~Randi G. Fine

 My belief has long been that each person is a sum of their experiences.  Pivotal to our experiences is our relationship with God.  Our walk with Jesus really determines who we are as children of God.  Nothing short of a right relationship with Jesus will bring us into oneness with our savior.  From our unity he can teach us, mold us, and shape us, into the people we strive to become, and bless us with talents and skills to do His work.  I believe it is the recognition that we can do nothing without Him, and  reliance upon Jesus in all things, that brings us into that right relationship to God.

Calvin

He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as engravers, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers—all of them skilled workers and designers.  Exodus 35:35 

For we know, brothers and sisters^[b] loved by God, that he has chosen you, ⁵ because our gospel came to you not simply with words but also with power, with the Holy Spirit and deep conviction. You know how we lived among you for your sake.  Thesalonians 1:4-5

Melissa

Mark

Dennis

 JESUS

Annette

Sophie

 In our meeting this week we discussed our approach to our mission work with the hope of leaving a gentle impression rather than being overbearing.  Our desire is to be a mission of listening and sharing rather than trying to solve situations we may not know how.  We began to define our roles as team members this week.  Minding our roles in our walk with Jesus.  Striving to follow the example Jesus has provided and allowing Him to weave us into the fabric of His design.  Each role being crucial to the success of the mission and each team member being a unique thread in the fabric of life.

Psalm 23: 1-2 - The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.  He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He leads me beside quite waters.

Eric

Kim

Salmos 23: 1-2 - El Senor es mi pastor, nada mi falta; en verdes pastos me hace  descansar.  Junto a tranquilas aguas me conduce.

Evan

  The Weaver
My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

Bill

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.