Sunday, September 30, 2007
Dear Friends & Family
(You’ll be glad to know that we showed restraint and didn’t eat supper. Ok, so we weren’t hungry anyway.)
Yesterday we traveled from Buenos Aires to Mar del Plata, and ocean-side city of a million. We are now in the Hotel Costa Galana, another incredible place. Beautiful rooms, out of this world food, and the most efficient and professional service. All in all, we are out of our league. The people at this conference are world-class movers and shakers in transforming their communities, schools and governments. “So what do you do?” “I’m the CEO of Uganda’s version of the IRS.” “I own a town in Indonesia.” “I run the largest architectural firm in Hawaii and design new towns for the president of Tahiti.” “Me? I’m a mom.” (Quiz: which one of these answers was mine?)
Spending some quiet time with the Lord, I was kind of grumbling through some stuff, when I felt the Lord ask me, “Is it about Me or about you?
This morning (following another over-the-top breakfast buffet) after some sweet worship, Ed Silvoso spoke about being rightly prepared to be used by the Lord. If it’s about our abilities, energies, or even our cleverness, we won’t give the glory to the Lord. And He’s jealous for His glory. But when we come to Him empty-handed but willing, He’ll change the world using moms, etc.
Tonight, as we ate at a restaurant owned and run by Christians, we were entertained by professional tango dancers and folk music and dancing. I’m hoping the pictures turnout well. Two South African men sang a duet for us. Then, after one sat down, the first young man proposed to a another young woman on his ministry team. As she came forward, he got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. Needless to say, hooting and hollering followed!
Tam (again, full, tired and amazed by the Lord ….)
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