Why I like Potter's Field Kids...

Here are a few quotes from letters the PFK kids recently wrote about why they like PFK:

Why I like Potter's Field Kids...

A mi me gusta…de Las manos del Alfarero

“Learning about the Bible and Jesus…” David, 7

“Aprendiendo de la Biblia y Jesús…”

“Learning English, sports and about the Bible. I love the Bible classes…” Michael, 7

“Aprendiendo ingles, deportes, y de la Biblia. Me encantan las clases de la biblia…”

“I love the part where we eat! The food is delicious!” Carlitos, 9

“Me encanta la parte de ir a comer. La comida es deliciosa!”

“I really like PFK because I learn so many things like Reading, praying to God and not to become easily angered at others. My favorite part is when we go to the field to play football!” Anayeli, 9

“Me gusta mucho Las Manos del Alfarero porque aprendo muchas cosas como: leer, orar a Dios y a no enojarme facil con los demas. Mi parte favorita del programa es cuando vamos a la plaza a jugar bola!”

“My favorite part of PFK is English class.” Laura, 11

“Mi clase favorite es ingles.”

“I learn things about the Bible in PFK. My favorite part is English class.” Jessica, 8

“En Las Manos del Alfarero aprendo cosas de la Biblia y la parte favorite es la clase de ingles.”

“In PFK, I learn by good examples and to be nice to my friends. My favorite part is learning English.” Gustavo, 7

“En Las Manos del Alfarero aprendo Buenos modelos, ser bueno con mis amigos y ingles.”

“I like PFK because there I pray about everything- for my family and food. I learn to read and do homework and about the Bible. I learn good examples and how to pray.” Fabian, 7

“Me gust air a Las Manos del Alfarero por que oro por todo, por mi familia, por la comida. Aquí aprendo a leer, a hacer tarea, y de la Biblia. Lo que mas me gusta es orar y aprendo buenos modelos.”

“I learn about the Bible in PFK. I love the food Don Victor gives me.” Eden, 7

“En Las Manos del Alfarero, aprendo mucho de la Biblia. Me encanta la comida que Don Victor me da.”

“I learn and songs from the Bible in PFK.” Gabriel, 7

“En Las Manos del Alfarero aprendo ingles y canciones de la biblia.”

“I learn alot in PFK. I learn to be friendly and how to be a friend to others. My favorite part is learning English.” Neysi, 11

“Yo aprendo en Las Manos del Alfarero. Aprendo a ser amistad con los amigos de la iglesia y mi parte favorita es aprender ingles.”

“I am learning about Jesus in PFK. I like learning how to play football with my friends.” Daniel, 10

En Las Manos del Alfarero estoy aprendiendo de Jesús. Me gusta jugar fútbol Americano con mis amigos.”

“My favorite part of PFK is playing sports and the food.” Andy, 10

“Mi parte favorita es el deporte y la comida.”

“In PFK, I am learning how to  play sports and also about the Bible.” Julian, 10

“En Las Manos del Alfarero, aprendo sobre deporte y de la biblia. Me gusta mucho el deporte.”

Estoy aprendiendo mucho de Las Manos del Alfarero y el Club de la Biblia. Mi favorito es la clase de ingles. Natalia, 9

I am learning alot at Potter’s Field Kids and Bible club. My favorite part is English class.

Yo aprendo en Las Manos del Alfarero de la biblia. Me gusta estar con mis amigos y mi familia. Joel, 11

I am learning about the Bible in Potter’s Field Kids. I like being there with my friends and family.

Estoy aprendiendo la arquelogía de la Biblia. Aprendí los días de la semana, los meses and fútbol americano. Me gusta la clase bíblica y ingles y los deportes.

I am learning about the archaelogy of the Bible. I learned the days of the week, the months and how to play American football. I like Bible class, English, and sports. Rosiris, 8 

Estoy aprendiendo mucho en Las Manos del Alfarero de la vida de Cristo, ingles, y muchos versiculos. Me gusta jugar y aprender.

I am learning many things at Potter’s Field Kids about Christ, English, and many verses. I like to play and learn.

Estoy aprendieno mucho en Las Manos del Alfarero. Me gusta aprender jugar basquetbol. Henry, 10

I am learning a lot in Potter’s Field Kids. I’d like to learn to play basketball.

Me gusta mucho estar en Las Manos del Alfarero, me gusta mucho escuchar la palabra de Dios y ser cristiano. Aquí aprendo de la biblia, juego, y canto. Brandon, 9

I really like being a part of Potter’s Field Kids. I like listening to the Word of God and being a Christian. Here I learn about the Bible, play and sing.

We thank God for these kids and the privilege to minsiter to them every day!

Happy 12th birthday, Ethan!

Today we will be celebrating your life, Ethan, our only son.
 Today, you turn 12. Today you are one step closer to becoming a man.
Today, you are one step farther away from the little boy you once were.
All these years, we've taken note of your firsts...first steps, first words, first haircut, etc...
Why did I not write down your lasts?
The last time I held you in my arms and rocked you to sleep.
The last time you slept snuggled close in bed with your daddy and I.
The last time you needed my help getting dressed...
You've grown so fast, my first born child.
My heart is so full of all our memories together.
I love you with an unconditional love, my sweet baby boy.
I love who you've grown to be- a reader, kind and compassionate, builder, talented drawer, careful protector, lover of Jesus, young man...

I love you, Buddy!

You are so special to your dad and me.

Happy Birthday!

Heart transplant

Today I met a man whose father turns 101 tomorrow. I was out running errands. I had to run into the video store and drop off movies Matt and the kids had borrowed over the weekend. As I entered the store, an older man cheerfully greeted me. He stuck out his wrinkled hand and shook mine heartily.

He said, "Do you know what? Tomorrow is my dad's 101 first birthday! 101! Do you wanna come to the party?"

The woman working in the store explained that the man's whole town was celebrating by throwing the dad a party.

I told him thank you and then I said "My son's birthday is tomorrow. He is not celebrating quite as many years though- just 12."

"Twelve!" he turns to the wooman working. "Twelve years old! Ya hear that? Her son turns 12 years old tomorrow! Well, ya wanna bring him to the party too?"

The woman began laughing and said, "You're not gonna have enough food for everyone if you keep inviting all these people."

"Do you like grilled pork loin?" he turns to me and asks.

The woman then turns to me then and explained he'd already invited her to come to the party. Then she told him he better not invite anyone else or he'll run out of food.

"Oh no..." he said, smiling. "God," he said, pointing up into the air, "You know him?" he asks me.

"Yes, I do." I said, smiling back at him.

"You do?  Well, God, he multiplies pork! We'll have plenty of food. You like pork?" he asks me.

"Yes, I do!"

"You do? Well great! Why don't you two come together?" he says to the woman and I.

I smiled at the woman and then at this sweet, joyful old man.

"Well, I'll probably be celebrating at home with my son. But thank you very much for the invitation! Maybe next year," I said.

He laughed and then looked at me and asked, "Are you 40 yet?"

I coughed, then tried to laugh it off and said, "Well, no, not yet!"

He asked how old I was and I told him "34."

"Ahhhh...34...you're almost to 40! See you have a lot of time left. But my dad- he's turning 101 tomorrow. 101! Only God knows if there will be a next year for him!"

I told the old, joyful man in front of me that it was nice to meet him and to have a nice day.

And I walked out the door of that store smiling and pondering the source of all joy, Jesus Christ.

That nice old man was so excited about his father's birthday. He wanted to invite everyone he met to his dad's birthday party. For it might very well be his last. His father had lived 101 years- a long and full lifetime...

"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him.

With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation."

Psalm 91:1,16

The Psalmist speaks of the safety we find in the shelter of the Most High. We learn that we can find help, deliverance and honor and abide in Him. We also learn that we are promised long life and salvation in Him.

Wouldn't the world be a different place if we all lived with joy such as the son had inviting me to his father's birthday party?

What would the world be like if we all celebrated our Heavenly Father as much as this man celebrated his earthly father?

This weekend I had the very special blessing of being invited to a women's retreat. The Lord truly had planned for me to be there and I am so very thankful for His provision and nudging to get me there.

Little did I know that there was major surgery slated to take place at that retreat. The Great Physician was prepped and ready to cut out old, stony hearts and replace them with fleshy, new ones.

Little did I know, I was one of the many who needed a transplant in a big way.

You see, there had been a stone wall erected around my heart for so many years I felt that it was part of me. I had long ago stopped trying to knock it down. I had grown comfortable with it there and had learned how to do life with it there. I had grown to like it, as it seemed to me to offer great protection in times of stress or storm.

But, the Lord Jesus is a compassionate, mighty, powerful, loving, just, kind, and tender-hearted Physician. He has known my heart condition for quite sometime. He knew that this weekend was the time for the heart transplant that would change the way I lived for the rest of my years. He knew it was time that the wall came down and the stone heart was cut out. He has been waiting for so long to give me a new heart, I just hadn't given him the chance. He knew I was finally ready.

I didn't know quite yet, but I would.

The speaker at the retreat is a wonderful lady named Debbi Bryson. You can learn more about her here.  She spoke at four sessions on four separate sections of scripture. We went through each section verse by verse and dug into each one and cut them up, chewed on them, swallowed them, and digested them. It was an amazing excerise of study and immediate application. She spoke on Mark 4:35-41, John 15, Mark 1:32-38; 40-45; Luke 8:43-48; and 1 Corinthians 13.

I listened intently through all of the sessions. I took pages of notes. I prayed and listened and heard God speak to me. I was really digging what He was saying to me. I could feel the pieces fitting together from each of the teachings and I was so thankful for what I was learning. The Saturday night session brought great healing for many women there. So many were broken and had been bound tight from sin or hurt or tragedy in their lives. And many were set free that night. I had been praying for one specific woman that whole day and specifically that session. I hadn't really thought much about any healing I needed. I looked around and watched as many women came to repentance, found forgiveness and then healing! Sweet freedom from the enemies lies. Bondage that had held precious captives for far too long. All set FREE! Beofre my eyes. And I watched and wanted to be a part of it, but I didn't dare ask or search for what I might need to be set free from. No tears came to me, which I found unusual.

The next morning, Debbi asked who had been healed last night. Hands went up all around the room. I so wanted to raise my hand too, but I knew I hadn't been healed of anything.

Debbis began to speak on 1 Corinthians 13- the love chapter. She taught on each of the aspects of love that Paul teaches on in that chapter. She used examples the Lord has given her in her own life to demonstrate what love is and what it isn't. She went on down the list...Love is patient...kind...does not envy...etc...then she got to it-

                   not easily angered or provoked...keeps no record of wrongs...

Ohhh...I looked around and so wanted to find a place to hide.

Easily angered? Remembering wrongs?

I couldn't run. I couldn't hide. Of all the other ways in which the Lord spoke clearly to me through the other sessions, this time I heard His voice more clearly and more directly.

This was the moment that He had planned. It was this moment for which I was there. Because in that moment, I began to remember back some thirty years ago. I began to remember why I had built that wall in the first place.

Debbi continued talking and I listened intently, sweat beads beginning to form on my brow.

She said, "There is no excuse ladies for being easily angered! No excuse!" And she made us write down several things that are commonly used as excuses by women to justify their short fuses. She said, "NONE of them are excuses!"

"Love keeps no record of wrongs," she continued. "Do not use words as weapons, but as love and truth. Open your heart."

Open your heart.

How could she have known?

There is no way she could have known. She is simply a vessel you used to bring long-awaited truth to my life. My Lord Jesus spoke directly to me through this tiny little woman who came all the way to Costa Rica to minister to women of all nationalities.

There He was. Standing at the shore with me. Softly calling to me to drop my nets- let go of it all- and follow Him. It was Him calling to me to come with him to the other side and finally break free from death that had held me captive and find life. "I am willing," He whispered to me. "I am willing to make you clean. I will take your burden. You've carried it for too long."
"I am your true vine," He reminded me. "Only in me can you grow roots," He whispered in my ear. "Come on. Let's get in the boat and cross over to the other side..."

"Open your heart.

Love is not easily angered.

Love keeps no record of wrongs.

Open your heart."

My sweet Jesus knew how long I've been angry in my heart. My Lord knew how long I've kept such an accurate record of wrongs done to me.

And that wall around my heart had done some good keeping out what I didn't want in. I had erected it long ago and had come so used to it. I had actually forgotten it existed.

Until I felt it crack. Until I felt the breath go out of me at those three little words-

Open your heart.

But my God is a Sovereign God and He knew that it was time for the wall to come down. He is the Great Physician and He was ready to cut out the heart of stone I'd used to only half-live almost my whole life. He was ready to give me a new, fresh, heart of His own flesh that would allow me to live whole and abundantly for the first time ever!

I had thought I had crossed over the river of anger years ago when I worked through forgiveness of someone in my life. But I had just begun to realize that was not the true source of where the anger came from that had held me captive so many years.

And so I asked Him where had it come from and instantly I wished I'd never asked. Because the wall began to crack even more and I wanted to reach inside of me and hold it up, to fill the cracks because it had been a part of me so long and I was afraid and I didn't know how I would live or survive with out it's protection around my heart. It was the only security I had...I thought.

Oh but my sweet Jesus knew that was a lie straight from the pit of hell and He was standing there with me asking me to crossover once and for all and finally be free. To finally give up holding on to death that had kept me from abundant life for far too long.

"Let's go," Jesus said...

But I hesitated.

The last session ended without me entering the boat. We went to pack up our things and then went to lunch.  I was quiet. I knew He were urging me to talk with Debbi. Although she sat at the table next to me at lunch, I made excuses. I finally told Him to make it happen if He wanted me to talk with her.

He so made it happen!

Later, I was sitting on a little ledge and found myself right next to Debbi and wouldn't you know she turns to me and says,

"So, sweetie, what's your God-story?"

And so for the next 45 minutes or so I shared my story with her...all the way up to the point where the Lord had brought me to in the last session.

The first question she had asked me was what was the source of my anger...and here I was at the point of no return. If I shared anymore, I knew life would never be the same. I knew I could never hide again if I shared why the wall existed in the first place. I knew that it would come crashing down if I said anymore...

I'd only spoken of it two or three times and even then never to the extent with which I knew I was about to. I had stuffed it so deep and built that wall in an attempt to hide it and to protect my heart...

But, clearly, 30 years is too long to have lived with a heart of stone. It was time for a transplant.

I had prepped for surgery with Ezekiel 36:26-27;

"I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh."

It was time for surgery to begin. It was time for me to get my new heart.

I had written in my notes,

"I will never be whole until I learn to love, Oh Lord."

I told Debbi what had happened that day. I told her all I could remember. every part that had made me feel dirty and unclean all these years. I told her that I had stuffed this and hid it for so long it scared the pants off of me to let it out.

She looked me right in the eyes and said, "That is so wrong!"

Then she asked me if I was a person who built up walls...

Hahahaha...such a sense of humor, God...

She said what happened to me was wrong. She said that the lie I had been believing for far to long was wrong.

But I had to choose life and stop clinging to death.

I looked the enemy in the eye and spoke the words that released me from being walking dead...I killed the lie and the wall came tumbling down. I spoke the words that released me from deaths grip in an instant.

"That is wrong! I am not your victim of your lies! I am free! I choose LIFE!!"

Debbi and I prayed then and peace and joy filled me and my lungs began breathing a fresh new scent as my new heart pumped life into my body!

And I felt clean! Totally white as snow!

That day I shared what Debbi and I talked about several more times. Each time instead of pain and shame that I had expected to feel, I felt more and more freedom. I felt like a bulldozer was in my heart working steadily digging out my heart from the rubble the wall had left. By Monday morning, I felt so fresh and new and whole and healed and clean.

The wall was gone...No more rubble. No more dust...Fresh new heart...

"Cast away from you all the transgressions which you have committed,
and get yourselves a new heart and a new spirit.
For why should you die, O house of Israel?
For I have no pleasure in the death of one who dies," says the Lord GOD.
Therefore turn and live!" Ezekiel 18:31-32

 I am rejoicing today and each new day - celebrating my Father and His great work in me.

Just like the old man I met today was celebrating his father, I too will be inviting others to come and celebrate my Father with me!

"Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler 
And from the perilous pestilence.

He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.

 Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name." Psalm 91:3, 4, 14

I am safe. I am protected. I am loved. I find refuge in Him. I am delivered. I am covered. I know His name. I am loved. I am whole. I am clean. I have a new heart.

I am whole!

I am healed!

Thank You sweet Jesus!

I invite you, too, to come and celebrate my Father with me. Have you met Him? Do you know His Son? Would you like to?

May 2012 Prayer letter