A Call to Discern, Contend for & be Sanctified by Truth

(Originally written as notes for speaking at a Horizon Mom’s Group) In preparing for this morning   blog , I have had so many things on my heart and mind this past week, and have so much that I would love to share with all of you, but we don’t have time in one morning  blog to cover it all. So, I have just been praying, that as I was making notes and then as I actually sit here to visit and share write, that the Holy Spirit would guide me, and that each one of you would be encouraged in at least one area of your lives and in your faith.  One of the biggest lessons that I have learnt is that my children, and my home needs to be the primary mission field of my life. I am still learning every day, as Christ is sanctifying me every day, that: I need to die to myself, take up my cross and follow Jesus, to prove my love to Christ by knowing and obeying His commands, to grow in my personal love & knowledge of God, and to live out the fruits of the Spirit- as He lives in me; as

Rats are one of the most resilient rodents on this globe. They take care of their orphaned young, and they survive on whatever they can find, and in whatever nests they can make – all over the globe. Both of my sisters had had experiences with rats (in Canada and in Uganda), and while I had seen the odd rat at a distance, I had never had to deal with living with them –let-alone sleeping with them! At home in the village there is a small variety of rat (from my limited knowledge of rodents, I would have called them mice). There are several problems with having rats around, but aside from their stealing food, and possibly spreading disease, if not just urinating on personal belongings (such as children’s car seats being stored in a hut!), they attract snakes. So, when we had a tribe of rats, numbering in the hundreds, living close to our hut, and after having one of them drown in our drinking water (inside our hut – such a horrible sound to wake up to!), we destroyed their ma

As I sit here to write, I am surrounded by small children –some nephews, a little orphaned girl, and a great-nephew, plus some of my own children coming and going. I came to the church building to write, because the internet reception is better, the heat is not as intense, and I thought I would be alone – if I could speak the language I might ask them to leave for a little while, but I think that choosing love, and bearing the noise of all the “emotokars” (cars made of pieces of wood –that don’t resemble cars, but with an imagination and some good sound effects, they become perfect cars!)…in the time that it took to write that, they realized that I wasn’t looking at pictures or doing anything interesting, so they took their cars outside –but left a baby behind to play on the dirt floor. Actually, the floor is not dirt, it is made of cow dung. Here is Benjamin’s description of the [making of the] cow-dung floor: “I watched one of my cousins make a cow-poop-floor. First, they coll